Poetry Competition Entry Thread

[Mordecai]

Please post any public entries for the August Poetry Competition here. All information about the competition is provided in the aforementioned link. If you have questions, please post them there or PM @Mordecai directly.





Please only post entries here. Posts that do not include an entry will be removed.


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@RubyRose	A Pantoum		Poetry - Poetry Competition Entry Thread | RpNation.com - Best Roleplay Forum
@Atherium	Faces		Poetry - Poetry Competition Entry Thread | RpNation.com - Best Roleplay Forum
@The Wizard	Rewind		Poetry - Poetry Competition Entry Thread | RpNation.com - Best Roleplay Forum
@Ethan Hart	Consequence		Poetry - Poetry Competition Entry Thread | RpNation.com - Best Roleplay Forum
@CaraTheMeow	A Little Internet Fun		Poetry - Poetry Competition Entry Thread | RpNation.com - Best Roleplay Forum
@SpectroVector	Romance?		Poetry - Poetry Competition Entry Thread | RpNation.com - Best Roleplay Forum
@Faenwen	Four Moths		']https://www.rpnation.com/threads/poetry-competition-entry-thread.136817/#post-3653080/
@Kiwi	You and Me		Poetry - Poetry Competition Entry Thread | RpNation.com - Best Roleplay Forum
@SarahSweet	The Lady		Poetry - Poetry Competition Entry Thread | Page 2 | RpNation.com - Best Roleplay Forum
@Matsuo Risa	The Poorly Constructed Words of a Painting		Poetry - Poetry Competition Entry Thread | Page 2 | RpNation.com - Best Roleplay Forum
@Scriven	Playing Hard to Get, a Haiku		Poetry - Poetry Competition Entry Thread | Page 2 | RpNation.com - Best Roleplay ForumForum
@Cross_Rhodes	Nighthawk		Poetry - Poetry Competition Entry Thread | Page 2 | RpNation.com - Best Roleplay Forum
@SwiftThunder	Just a Squeeze		Poetry - Poetry Competition Entry Thread | RpNation.com - Best Roleplay Forum

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@Ariettie	Untitled
@kirisuto12804	Awake or Dead
@VoxLight	Absence of Light
@RedTimbre	Untitled
@OhFallenMars	Run Away
@Strawberry Preserves	Cry of a Call Girl
@BoatBehind	Behind the Confessional
@wristalies	Youth Town
@Church418	Final Thoughts

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[RubyRose]

Spoiler

The world can be a lonely place


Surrounded by Many or around None


The clock on the stand ticks the minutes away


The light of the Diner remains on and welcome


Surrounded by Many or around none


People find solace in a friendly face


The light of the Diner remains on and welcome


The dark night still beckons them home


People find solace in a friendly face


The clock on the stand ticks the minutes away


The dark night still beckons them home


The world can be a lonely place

 

[Atherium]

Spoiler

I see so many faces


Friendly, more or less


But the face I see the most


Is yours, my dear loneliness


I gaze to you with sorrow


I love you, but I hate you so


But yesterday, today, tomorrow


You're always here, you're all I know


I see so many faces now


At late night hour, on the street


But I'm alone, and wonder, how


You, loneliness, are bittersweet

 

[The Wizard]

​

Spoiler

Time is a fickle friend

Every second to every end.

Here I sit with it rewound

My life before displayed unbound.

Two cups rested each apart

A loving partner a broken heart

Our words spoken I heard before

In this simple corner store.

The man in white gave advice

Of which we did not think it twice

It is fleeting when you're young

Till time's final bell is rung

Now I sit and watch again

Of the lives that could have been

The white man greets with a smile

"True love comes but once awhile"

Cup in hand I sit and watch

As each second rips me apart.

He is such a fickle friend

Who walked beside me to the end.

​

 

[Vsland]

Spoiler

Darkness filled the empty streets,

Except from the light of a corner shop,

Alone, a man sat embracing defeat,

Drinking his sorrows away without stop.

A couple sat across from him,

Talking about their day to day lives,

The loner listened, full of grim,

Their happy words feeling like knives.

Isolated, the man took another sip,

looking back at his mistakes,

Knowing he didn't look at insanity and take a dip,

Instead, he dived into it's lake.

The owner then asked if he was alright,

But the man stayed silent, throughout the night.

 

[NobodyImportant]

Spoiler

To hate and discriminate,

Not stopping till it is too late.

To inadvertently take a life,

From someone who could not fight,

Is like asking a killer to murder online,

So simple, yet so powerful.

Do you not see?

This is not as harmless as you think,

As it takes many to the brink,

Of fear, of sadness.

Of self-harm and depression.

Just stop,

Easy to do,

And save me, please.

From the endless abyss,

Of suicide.

Do not just sit and watch,

Do something, make a sound!

Save our lives,

Save your soul,

Don't leave me,

All alone.

 

[spectro]

Spoiler

Romance?

Tap, tap, tap on your glass my love


Ice drowning in whiskey; your brain


Grab, grab, grab at my wrist, my love


Your pleasure is worth my pain.


The click, click, click of her heels; the floor


Walking away from the shame


Snap, snap, snap out of it girl


Keep playing his one sided game


La, la, la on the stage; perform


Wielding the knife of your grace


Wash, wash, wash it all away now, child


The tears running down your face


Run, run, run away from it all


Meet the sailor at the bar; a drink?


Bite, bite, bite on her lip


She's on the verge, he's on the the brink


Twist, twist, twist her lipstick


Repairing the mess of her face


Pull, pull, pull up the stockings


Her Mother's little disgrace


Tap, tap, tap the coins in her purse


Save the money away


Just a few more nights at the bar, my dear


She'll be gone in a few more days.


But until then,


Tap, tap, tap on your glass, my love


Ice drowning in whiskey; your brain


Grab, grab, grab at my wrists, my love


Your pleasure is worth my pain.

 

[Faenwen]

Spoiler

Four moths were trapped in a glass,


Each unaware of the hour and themselves.


Not one felt the urgent hour pass,


Passing quick as each mind delved.


One moth searched for time's ugly face


Finding instead plain white walls


He decided to leave the place


But saw no escaping the plain white walls.


The next moth lit a cigarette


And looked for smoke long dissipated.


He took a look at his regret


Through the smoke long dissipated.


The third moth pretended to serve


Bending as the glass did


He kept the light out on the curb,


Kept it bending as the glass did.


The final moth wondered about the door


But thought it best to leave it be


He wondered if there was anything more...


No, it was best to leave it be.


The moths drawn to the light


Are together but apart.


They sat in the glass one night


Thinking, thinking together but apart.

 

[Kiwi]

Spoiler

You and Me, how we used to be


She was right there, right across from me. Oblivious to all that is surrounding her, her eyes fixated on a single shred of paper.


I continued to stare at her, basking in the beauty that is her. Her freshly spun golden locks wrapped tight in a professional bun, not a single stray hair in sight.


Her eyes tantalizing my very being, those emeralds shining in the harsh glare of the sun as it set, bursting through the windows with numerous beams of light.


She was a statue, sitting still, letting the others marvel at the flawless marble skin, carved by the angels in heaven above,


Oh God, the never-ending temptation to caress that gorgeous face, the need to feel her touch, whether it would be casual or intertwining in the passionate act of love.


She was so close. Oh, so close to me, I shook with desire. However, I knew it would never be, for he had her. He, his arms wrapped around her perfect frame, claiming what is his, what used to be mine.


It seemed like yesterday that I was in the same position as he. She and I were only children then. Why did she choose him? Why does my heart still desire her so? He does not appreciate her as much as I do, The love between us was real, the kiss would drown me in deep ecstasy and bring me back to life over and over again, how I twirled her that day, her hair against my hands as I basked in her scent, and her very being imprinting upon me like our union was set in stone.


But it never was. She changed. Her beautiful face was different when she looked at me. It was never of love anymore, it was as if we never met. As if our love was just dust in the wind that whisked on by, whispered in her ear, then was gone. Forever. Their child was proof that we never existed. Their daughter, with the same honey skin as her, with her beautiful smile and the innocence that I loved from her mother.


She placed a small paper on the bar and left, her husband in her arms. They walked away, their smiles on their faces. And I, tired, lonely, my eyes preventing the tears from stinging my face, watched as they shrunk in the distance. Seeing that their future, was supposed to be mine,


My dear Papillon, I wait in this diner. The place where we met, until you see me, and give me that smile again. Until you brush your face onto mine, kiss my tears away, and whisper, "You and me,"

(This Prose was based on some events of my own, and I hope it stays to the theme)

 

[SeaTea]

Spoiler

“Tell me Hawke, do you think of that day?”


“I’ll never forget, that’s for sure, and now I’ve lost my way”


“That terrible time, where all I saw was red?”


“To you it was just a cloudy Tuesday morning, and you slept well in your bed.”


Ned stopped, and took a breath; he really didn’t need this stress


All he wanted was for Hawke to come clean and confess.


Would he own up to the tragedies he caused? Of course not,


That was what happened when scum like him were sold and bought


“Just one squeeze Hawke, that’s all I need!”


A Blight was what he was, nothing but a weed.


He’d be doing the world a service, he boasted,


Walking free when he should have been toasted.


‘Wash your head, you’re no judge!’


An annoying inner voice, nothing against his growing grudge


‘You’d damn yourself, for the likes of him?’


A lasting thought and Ned admitted it was grim.


Even still, he pushed that reason from his mind,


He was so close to the only sort of peace he wouldever find.


Hawke was alone in the diner, this was his best chance


Ned settled his head against the stock, almost as if in a trance.


He adjusted the sights one final time, the knot in his stomach compressing


He couldn’t see the bastards face, which he counted up as a blessing.


Those others inside were in for a terrible surprise,


But if they knew who Hawke was, they’d be shooting with Ned in kind.


Ned chocked out a phrase that echoed like a bell


“ Good night, Hawke, I'll be seeing you in hell.”


Tighten… Steady…Squeeze…BANG!


The sweetest chorus, Ned thought, that he had ever heard sang.

 

[Matsuo Risa]

Spoiler

The Poorly Constructed Words of a Painting


Colors like blue, mysterious yet new.


Lonely, waiting, watching, stating that being turned


inside out.


Day by day, still waiting--late.


Till' becoming the runaway.


Wandering about the lonely corner of what was the Sunday no-show.


The gloating boy with the girl.


Uptown, classy, full of spunk--he kind of guy who will take the drunk


outside. Let him fly, back inside, eyes on the prize.


The lady fading back, the mysterious heart attack seen through a window.


The lighting--odd. Must be day.


Before drinking the problems away.

 

[SarahSweet]

( @Mordecai )


The Lady


The swish of red as she enters.


Red dress, red hair, red lipstick applied by hands with red fingernails.


Her voice must be a song,


the notes rolling from her red tongue like buzzing honeybees,


a tune of sugared summertime strawberries,


red juice dripping from red lips.


The cherry of her cigarette glows red as she inhales,


and with that breath, so do I find myself,


a breeze inside her chest, an ear next to her red heartbeat,


and I’m overwhelmed by the rush of blood,


the feel of her echoing through and through me.


She exhales.


I float free, a wisp of smoke dancing through the air,


a moment, a blink, and I am gone.

 

[Scriven]

Playing Hard to Get, a Haiku


When our fingers touch


she pretends not to notice.


Always liked redheads.

 

[Cross]

NightHawk

Spoiler

There’s a story here.


The scent of fresh coffee,


A girl on his arm.


Pedestrian streetlights casting a glow on the table. The foil wrap around our greasy burgers is for setting aside.


This monopoly game has three players.


The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.


Haunt machine reflection dissipating our calm, the effect is one-way.


Oh, the things we’ve done.


The swamp at night, body bags in the trunk of my car—dressed in bowling ball sweaters and snug wraps to keep from leaking juices in the fresh black interior.


The wet dew shine of the pistol in my pocket.


Benjamin Franklin said, “Three can keep a secret, if two of them are dead.”


A clip to the parking breaks, my well placed paranoia, the fragility of people coming undone.


Any coroner could see it was all an accident.


Three can keep a secret, if two of them are dead.