Poetry Running Contest - Submission Thread

  • #353
    (read it at a fast pace0)

    Police chase
    Fast break
    Heart race
    Leave no trace
    Not the case
    Don't embrace
    Face to face
    No space
    Call me Ace

    Made a trade
    In the shade
    Cascade
    Touched the Blade
    Betrayed
    Had it made
    Then I payed
    Now afraid
    Of the Charade

    Bells chime
    Life of crime
    Out of time
    Had to climb
    Flip a dime
    Lost my prime
    Work part-time
    Not sublime
    It's fine

    Hit the bar
    Fled in a car
    Left a scar
    Shooting star
    Went far
    Light cigar
    Now char
    On par
    So bizarre

    What I said
    Blood shed
    And I fled
    A book I read
    Look ahead
    So misled
    So I plead
    Went to bed
    Did it all again
    Last edited by 4thDimensionalBubble: 5/11/2013 7:08:54 PM
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  • #354
    Submissions for round 209 begin with "Obituaries and Thoughts" by Lucknorris.


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  • #355
    the love between understanding and being

    i'm so tired of rhyming and stating
    everything that my mind just keeps braying
    blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah dying
    blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah crying.
    but how to be direct when the whole point
    is to first be closeted 'til you're sure?
    how to make sense and be legitimate
    in the statements you make when there's nothing
    working; the understanding's not mature?
    eventually you'd think there would be
    an end to the horror - all paths must come
    to some sort of resolution. So try
    to be openminded, just let it be
    just a little longer, abide, abide ...
    will you ever preserve, will you ever exhume? ... will you watch petals shed from flowers in bloom?
    nothing can live up to promise - nothing can stop its narrative - nothing in place of catalysts
    and you’ll never be pure again
  • #356
    unwritten words

    words
    drip like water drops
    down
    my arm
    to my pen
    but evaporate
    unwritten
    I make words using things
    like pen pencil computer
    sometimes prolific
    sometimes a neuter
  • #357
    Submissions for PRC Round 209 are now closed. Good luck, and I hope to see you again!


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  • #358
    Adventures in Babysitting

    Makenzie's running laps
    Round and round the central division
    Every once in a while a collision
    As she baps
    Into a wall
    She even took a fall
    But with every lap
    She gives my palm a tap
    She's up to twenty seven
    Her steps are getting leaden
    Her breath is coming in gasps
    Until at last
    She's run herself out
    Maybe now she'll take a nap
    When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro. - Raoul Duke
  • #359
    "No remorse said the Vigilante"

    You swear to God?
    Have you gotten a reply?
    Has he forgiven you,
    Since you confessed to him your lie?

    Have the heavenly gates departed,
    and graced you right on in?
    Because as I see you now,
    You're still, blissfully wallowing in sin.

    So the hate in your words
    simply; magically, disappeared?
    Come now, be honest
    Aren't I all the things you feared?

    Do you expect us to believe,
    now given this unlucky coincidence,
    Your views of this world
    have changed in just one pleading sentence?

    Its so very inconvenient,
    That you fashion me the devil,
    But at least i will confess,
    In your death, i will greatly revel.

    You swear to God?
    I can't seem to hear a reply
    It's very unfortunate for you,
    No one else will see you die.
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  • #360
    hidden

    so used to dirt
    that you don't know
    how air tastes

    dig deep to pause
    and let life pass
    too scary

    let me pretend
    to be alive
    and i won't
    Last edited by echoe: 5/20/2013 4:33:52 PM
    will you ever preserve, will you ever exhume? ... will you watch petals shed from flowers in bloom?
    nothing can live up to promise - nothing can stop its narrative - nothing in place of catalysts
    and you’ll never be pure again
  • #361
    A breath of fresh air

    Holding my tongue
    While listening to a duck
    I accidentally tripped on
    My own rock

    And when the guy is ready to rock
    While others stab back
    Refreshing addictions
    Creating curves of pure lick

    Seeming unfit
    It was cut
    Famine and lung
    A throbbing sensation, highly strung.

    special thanks to sentimentgx4 for the sig

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  • #362
    Running circles 'round life

    My secret is blatant; my motive is time
    Remaining aloft? But a matter of stride.
    Momentum's salvation; to let me survive
    Pacing yet racing, running circles 'round life.
    Last edited by admirableadmiral: 5/19/2013 3:40:35 AM
  • #363
    Sifting through transient, muddled memories
    Of deflowered dreams and the destinies undesired

    Detritus of a past life
    Not yet escaped-
    And following the blind
    Rays of now shifted
    stars

    Clearing out the cracks
    And the crevices
    To make way for new trash
    And new rubble
    And new mistakes
    And new sin

    And the floor peeks through
    The mess like the sun
    Peers through the cresting
    Of a wave-
    Shining off of its pollutants
    And dancing in its dirty

    Sifting through transient, muddled memories.

    Just a ****ty poem that got rejected for a crowdsourced poetry magazine.


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  • #364
    Object Philosophy

    Who wouldn't want to be
    a needle or a knife
    with purpose laid out
    in a users manual
    and what's the point
    would be a simple question of anatomy
    I make words using things
    like pen pencil computer
    sometimes prolific
    sometimes a neuter
  • #365
    slowly i die
    cast away into the world of a book
    curled up in my warm little nook
    Last edited by 4thDimensionalBubble: 5/20/2013 3:15:41 PM
    "You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not." - John Lennon
  • #366
    Mother On The Hospital Bed

    I awoke to the sound of you sleeping
    ____in the middle of the night
    laying on the bed.

    You were a beached whale on a shore.
    ____Your eyes, though closed,
    looked like small cups emptied,

    then filled with the same color
    ____as the clouds you find
    in the mist, or fog, or slow

    days of rain you’d see
    ____in a place such as a city
    with no people.

    They’ve seen everything of me,
    ____and I could feel them
    reminisce

    a memory of my infant self,
    ____crying for no reason.
  • #367
    In sunlight–bitten, tremulous rainfall:
    Grey innocence and overwrought sorrow.
    The blur between romancers is cluttered
    With subtle undertones of frantic tears.
  • #368
    Submissions for PRC Round 210 are now closed! Good luck, and I hope to see you all again.


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  • #369
    Pinball Machine

    Laying in bed,
    Emotionally dead
    Worn from the every day grind
    Flowing thoughts not so kind
    Tick tock and its time
    You hardly got to unwind
    But it's back to the mix of things
    Another day in mundane monotony
    It's a tortuous lobotomy
    Test rats in a suicidal laboratory
    Only ever wanting a way out
    Banging fists against the walls
    Time again for the daily rage and shout
    You call loud and proud
    But no one answers
    Not a bird in sight will listen to your silly babble
    Another day and you'll go insane
    You've said it for two years now
    "Just wait till I escape"
    Skulls are just rubber walls
    Your pinball ricochets and rings up the points
    Lights and sounds regurgitate and the music plays
    How many times will you score in different ways?
    Your eyes roll back and your home again
    No recall of clocking out
    You wonder if your time card is wrong before you fall down
    You're spinning fast down the slide,
    It's a spiral
    Sleep hits you harder than destinations post walkin the green mile
    This one is hard to call, will you wake up?
    Your chin hits the floor as you fall out the chair
    Now it's clear, you're still there
    You never punched out because you never left
    Confusion at it's best
    Tricking you again, whose he tryin to impress?
    Go home kid, you're delirious
    Minds gone nasty mysterious
    You're sick, I'm serious
    Your behavior is becomin deleterious
    Take a chill pill and stop the fuss
    Get lost before you bust
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  • #370
    Pocahontus Moderni

    Ravens dance on your head
    Midnight feathers caress your face
    Your black leggings march
    The pride of ten thousand sunrises
    Glowing in eyes
    Dark as night

    You move through the world
    With your dancing ravens
    Your laughing arms
    Your singing legs
    Your eyes

    I am lost
    When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro. - Raoul Duke
  • #371
    My Pearl

    Cold and empty, my selfish girl
    You use to be my ocean's pearl
    Your smile that sailed me `cross the sea
    faded- and sank the love in me
    through somber eyes, the tears you've shed
    They rose the tides and ceased its ebb
    the moon watched on, and down below
    her heart was tossed, as I tried to row
    A tragic shipwreck, that love of mine
    Once, such a beauty, decayed with time
    But I know she's awaits atop the sea floor
    My porcelain enchantment, alone once more
    One day I swear I'll take that plunge
    Below the coral and the ocean sponge
    To find my love, my treasure awaits
    With only a North Star, and a little fate.
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  • #372
    Nhem-nhem-nhem
    Nhem-nhem-nhem, xorodô.
    É o mar, é o mar
    Fé fé, xorodô.


    She was a queen
    With the mirror at her right hand
    In which she would always
    Look at herself

    Gaily dressed in ribbons and gold
    Clad in flowers, born of the sea
    É o mar, fefé xorodô.

    Bring a wreath of roses
    Under the waterfall
    Is where Osun lies
    Weeping night and day
    Looking after us all.



    For those who are in trouble trying to mentally vocalize the first stanza, listen to this at youtube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Of-VKM2iuOQ

    I took the first stanza from it, because it's strong enough to be in there.
    Osun is a Yoruba deity of the Sea and the Waterfalls, worshipped by many in Brazil.
    Not that I am a believer myself, but I really appreciate the mysteries and myths of my own birth-land, and wanted to share.
    Last edited by Guilan: 5/23/2013 4:18:47 AM

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  • #373
    Damaged Can

    I'm damaged,
    Like that can with a dent
    In the back of the aisle
    Thinking someone will buy me,

    As if my life is worthwhile
    As if I'm not in denial

    And I'll continue to collect dust,
    I'll sit on the shelf
    Until finally,
    I'll reach my expiry.
    Last edited by LuckNorris: 5/23/2013 5:18:46 PM
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  • #374
    Trapped

    His parents got split
    His mom just won't quit
    She wanted everything so she uses him to get it
    She wants child support
    But in the end it's all whack
    She sees him as a way to extrort his dad for some cash
    She smokes and she drinks
    She's f***ed like ten dudes
    Everything he does makes her spit out something crude
    He lets his mouth run,
    But can't figure out why
    The other kids in school won't even stop and say 'hi'
    His nanny just hates him,
    He's a living disgrace
    One time she threw a pb&j at his face
    His grades are just crap
    His dad knows it too
    He just wants to run away, but he can't hide from the truth
    It's a war from two fronts
    And there ain't no retreat
    He's got no friends to turn to when he suffers defeat
    So he learns to read books
    To him they're escapes
    For once he's got something that's not sick of his face
    So he lives on his life,...
    He gets a retry
    New school, new kids; they don't look like they'd beat him up for his fries
    His grades; they pick up
    It's like a new deal
    The best thing? These new kids... they just so real
    They smile with their eyes
    They help him out, too
    Finally, he's done it: Started anew.

    And yes, I know the rythm is terrible for this one. Stay tuned for something better.
    Last edited by admirableadmiral: 5/23/2013 9:53:54 PM
  • #375
    pageboy

    put bullets into silicon
    and feelings into plastic,
    hilarious and spastic,
    just slip the laughter on
    and faint a little faint for me
    so much anxiety and torture.
    outclass all your living horrors!
    dream a little eldritch dream -
    it's much more comfortable alone.
    scary, daft, but that's the /purpose/.
    sleep with visions of the surface;
    you won't live until you are your own.
    the twelfth night just a put-on!
    such old visions, lived in daydreams.
    just drunk passerby in function,
    i fell in love with the corruption.
    Last edited by echoe: 5/24/2013 7:46:57 PM
    will you ever preserve, will you ever exhume? ... will you watch petals shed from flowers in bloom?
    nothing can live up to promise - nothing can stop its narrative - nothing in place of catalysts
    and you’ll never be pure again
  • #376
    (Erasure of one of Blaise Pascal's Pensees)

    People Have Very Sound Opinions

    for example:

    1. In having preferred diversion and hunting to poetry. The half-learned laugh at it, and glory in being above the folly of the world; but the people are right for a reason which these do not fathom.
    2. In having distinguished men by external marks, as birth or wealth. The world again exults in showing how unreasonable this is; but it is very reasonable. Savages laugh at an infant king.
    3. In being offended at a blow, or in desiring glory so much. But it is very desirable on account of the other essential goods which are joined to it; and a man who has received a blow, without resenting it, is overwhelmed with taunts and indignities.
    4. In working for the uncertain; in sailing on the sea; in walking over a plank.
  • #377
    Puppeteers and Puppet Masters
    Strings fall slowly, dolls spin faster

    Fall. Fall. Little Doll
    Listen close to the one who calls.
    He'll string you up and dress you, miss.
    And when he's done, trap you with a kiss

    You're trapped now, you poor poor thing
    You listened to what he had to sing.
    Drawn in by song and then thrown around
    Transformed by him without a sound

    Scream all you want, nobody will hear
    Your voice is controlled, it's him that you fear
    Your master is waiting, he's coming for you
    Take you off the shelf, make you do what you do

    Your arms grow limp and your legs get weak
    The look in your eyes says that you cannot speak
    He comes up to you and brings you to the table
    And struggle you try, but are not able.

    Your hands get strings and your joints get nails
    body is stiff and your breathing fails
    Your mind is present and your vision is clear
    But you can't move, and you start to hear

    "Little Girl, Little Girl, now you are mine
    Just be real still, and i'll string you up fine.
    It's not so bad, you'll get used to it soon.
    You'll join the others inside of my room"

    Your skin becomes hard, your smile is plastered,
    Your are now victim to the Puppet Master.
    Last edited by Rodemy: 5/27/2013 8:10:22 PM
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