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This Day is DoneBlood and brutality
The premise of this contest was to write a poem that described the writer's earliest memory.
Ophelia DreamsOphelia Dreams by AryaMay
Thus we came to rebehold the stars
And the other globes of the celestial skies,
Lady Luna with her blunted horns renewed-
The darkness haunting us left somewhere behind.
Or maybe not quite, so the Heavens do taunt-
While the Sisters Fate laugh as the devils cry;
And the mechanics of the world turn counter clockwise,
They pushed on by the mortals who plot God's demise
But you, my dear Ophelia, what do you see?
Do you envision your ghosts with those sightless eyes?
Or do you see anger, bitter desperation, hate?
The river as my arms that you refused to take?
My faithless lover, to the world a queen
A queen that it lost, like the others it had seen-
And your lips (now cold), how many lies did they speak?
Your hands (now damp), how many others did they seek?
None, and that's why you're a treacherous fool:
You denied yourself yours and now you're so cold
And dead, my Persephone, forever running away-
Like all women, our world's primary cause of pain;
The Melody of Christmas~The Melody of Christmas~The Melody of Christmas by ScarletDevil1503
Snowflakes drift like notes of a song...
Softly, gently, moving along.
Coming each with a wish of good cheer...
Hope for the dawning new-year.
The wind ebbs and the flurries die,
But too soon another stirs up the sky.
Beyond the frosty trees and homes,
A threesome of jolly carolers roam.
I silently gaze at the wonder around,
Knowing that no greater is found.
It comforts the cold and tickles the air,
Snow gentle snow everywhere.
Then, as these soft moments do fold;
This heartwarming melody sings in the cold.
And, for the fear of it passing away,
Merry Christmas to all; have joy on this day!
FunhouseThere are muffledFunhouse by misplaced-words
noises, and you hide your
eyes in your hands.
There was a tattered and
worn copy of Hamlet
in your bag. I can remember
watching you skim for just
The house speaks
in a soft tongue.
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
The smell of flesh,
echoes through these halls.
My arms sink in
I will walk out of the air,
into my grave.
The house creaks,
and it is speaking again.
The doors are shut,
and they giggle when
our backs our turned.
Go, bid the soldiers shoot.
The house tells us
we are not to be,
and our steps
teeth digging at our
Your hands are cold.
My face is cold.
From our flesh, may violets spring.
OceanThe ocean stretchesOcean by summon09
Far beyond what
My eyes could ever see.
It seems to end
Where the sky begins
Created by my weakness
Because that's not it
No, that's not it.
The ocean rages
At times calm and still
It's just there
All majestic and great
Without any care
Whether I drown or live
As if telling me
Just how small I am
To this unfair, cruel world
As weak as I am
I could only imagine
What could lie
Beneath the great blue
In the depths of its abyss
All beyond my reach
Even if I try
I'll get crushed
Before I could succeed
Vast and deep
I'll never fathom.
For who am I?
To ever understand
The ancient secrets
Of the great oceans
When I am just
Yet another human.
Thanksgivingthe children are hungry tonightThanksgiving by TheFlawedOne
volunteers deny their plight
everyone in the city was fed
over and over they pound in my head
Thanksgiving was just another day
they are hungry and will stay that way
but no, she says, everyone ate
for food they had to wait
school meals is the only steady food
but in summer and holidays that's subdued
you cannot feed an entire city
that's the truth and it ain't pretty
so while you brag about all you did
just remember that poor, hungry kid
you did all you could, i will not deny
but to say you fed them all, well that's just a lie
The Meaning of Life...And so it came to passThe Meaning of Life by TheFlawedOne
she told me the meaning
she held my hand,
dear child, life is to live
Such a simple answer
yet so hard to grasp
life is paying bills
No, she laid my head
in her lap, stroked
my hair with her aged
old hand, I relaxed
and really listened
Life is to live
look at the sea
look at the mountains
look at a baby's face
look at the way
your love looks at you
look to the heavens
look to yourself
So I looked at my wife
stared in her eyes
I never realized
she had dancing gold specks
I went to the ocean
and looked to the waves
racing to the shore
who will get there first?
I went to the mountains
and saw mighty redwoods
reaching for the sky
animal scurried around me.
I went to my sister
picked up her new baby
such an innocent face
and the sweetist smell.
I looked into the
heavens deep in the
late night, I saw stars
slowly move across the sky.
I looked to myself
really looked and it was hard
I was always in a hurry
Giving ThanksThank you--Giving Thanks by CynicalSweetheart
to the man
who stole my innocence.
(No amount of showers
will wash away
to my soul.)
to the woman
who drained my self-esteem.
(All of my bones protrude,
is a sickly yellow,
my hair is falling out
by the fist full,
and my teeth
are permanently stained.
Am I pretty enough now?)
to the man
who laid his hands on me.
(Skin to skin contact
scares the living hell out of me
and I, honest to God,
wish I were dead.
I'm not worthy of love.)
to the woman
who abandoned me.
(Just the mere thought
of having a bond with someone
sickens me to my core.
The streets taught me more
than you ever could.)
to the girl
who abuses me every day.
(You covered my body
and my heart
I had to carve a smile
into my lips
so I'd have something nice to look at
when I gaze in the mirror.)
.my body (was). by XSwan-SongX
my body (is)
a ruin, she
carved her name in
my thigh bones
repeatedly like those
broken records she
in two: i (should have stopped her)
see her dust under my
skin, her hand prints above
my collar bone
and now i'm
tearing my own
if only to feel
less filthy as they
sit and mutter something about
getting over it but i’m getting it
wrong by drowning under
an ocean of
unravelled, I sit, stare
off because she
(i don't want to
Cries Of Narcissism"Mirror, you are the only one I loveCries Of Narcissism by 8PoeraOpetry8
With red berries in the white snow
With the creeper's trail around the stone castle,"
said the one, who got lost in the mirror's brightness
While others left kisses on love letters
That were brought away by the whitest of pigeons
She painted her lips dark rosy
And after then got stuck to the mirror's mild glass:
"It is for you, the most beautiful,
With whom no one can be compared"
Between millions of people all over the kingdom
She was lonely
Though she didn't feel it herself
Though she never longed for anyone
Days passed sinking into the baths of milk
Tasting luscious honey and sweet nectar of fruits
Enjoying massages from the ancient eastern wisdoms
And drinking tea, that promised to save her youth
But why all of this, if no one looked at her?
Such despair fell over her only when the mirror was far away
Meeting again with her reflection
A smile like never before decorated her harsh face
And arms were reaching to caress this divine beauty
Then in h
Your FaultCrawling through the floorYour Fault by owen-sixes
Trusting you to keep me safe
I feel a pain in my head
Something red and warm runs down
Blurring my vision
A cry echoes from my lips
As this metal barb hangs from my skin
You drop your graphite pole
And rush over to check on me
But I don’t trust you now
You didn’t keep me safe
This blood shouldn’t be flowing
This is your fault
I already hate you
PranksterPranksterPrankster by Dandin-of-Redwall
Among my memories old and new,
The first of all, I gained with you,
Remember that day when I was two,
My innocent face I bid adieu?
Sitting content within my chair,
Pleased I was to watch and stare,
And just await my pretzels fair,
From the bowl you gave with care.
While munching on my salty snack,
I heard dear Mother's voice then smack,
Warning you to take it back,
Her green bowl that I might crack.
I listened when you said it's fine,
To take it back, you'd make me whine,
You said to leave me alone to dine,
That I'd break nothing I thought was mine.
Now I then I had to disagree,
Though little, I was smart you see,
So in my own baby glee,
I thought to make your senses be.
And though I couldn't really speak,
I made a grin from cheek to cheek,
I dumped my munchies with a squeak,
Then smashed the bowl with happy shriek.
I still remember how you gawked,
Your poor demeanor completely shocked,
And Mother tutted as she talked,
How you had been surely mocked.
From that day I plot and
HyperthymesticIt's like looking through a crystal ball,Hyperthymestic by AMWeitz
I can't get
knees to elbows
like a prehistoric carving
on flat pink jewel,
an old philosopher born anew,
thinking of nothing and
signifying everything —
senseless and parasitic
and beautiful was I,
all in midair.
I could never forget,
and it's not that I don't like baths;
I just always end up face down
trying to breathe in the warmth
I once knew
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