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  1. thirdwind

    thirdwind Contributing Member Contest Administrator Reviewer Contributor

    Jul 17, 2008
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    Past Contest Poetry Contest #263 -- Theme: "Honey"

    Discussion in 'Bi-Weekly Poetry Contest' started by thirdwind, Apr 19, 2015.

    The theme for this contest is "honey" (courtesy of @lustrousonion). You are free to interpret the theme however you wish, but please make sure your poem does take the theme into account in some way.

    All entries are due by 11:59 PM EST on Saturday, May 9. All entries should be posted directly in this thread. Replies will be anonymized by the anonymizer system, and they will be de-anonymized once voting ends. Keep in mind that you're responsible for making sure the formatting of your poem is correct.

    Good luck to everyone who enters!
  2. Boger

    Boger Contributing Member

    Sep 27, 2014
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    The Dome of the Slate
    Black tar on the sunny road

    Melt by fury three days old

    Sweet asphalt pit of soot and shit

    Let me go please, or is this it

    Since the street’s crossed, ants bite

    Swearing never to step again

    Into the wild to be a man

    Keep sitting on the porch next time instead

    That vine’s forsaken fruity flirt

    Beehive, sweat was not enough

    To offer for your divine sap

    How rough and tough my luck, still here, dumb and stuck

    Wishing rule, and stirr!

    A teaspoon is a tool

    Like me, but put to good use

    Loose and free, but

    Trying to serve honey crystallized

    Nothing but a fluke

    Clash then ooze,

    The beehive rolls

    Spawns honey at my feet

    My finger and its dirt embedded in the pinkish of my cheek

    The sugar coating on my teeth

    And the waxy foothold sleek

    Heave once more

    The booted leg

    Foot released now

    It’s bloodred
  3. LOliver

    LOliver Member

    Mar 14, 2015
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    Wales, UK
    Her Ghost

    This old, dark house he steps inside.

    On thin, cold air he hears her sigh.

    In empty rooms where plans were made,

    they held their love and shared their pain.

    On cold, bare walls he feels her touch.

    He smells her scent- it's not enough.

    Up the long stair, old as his bones.

    Walking with her, memories flow.

    Four long years now, living alone.

    Still he calls out:

    'Honey, I'm home...'
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  4. Canopyvine

    Canopyvine Member

    Aug 22, 2014
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    Life of a bee

    There was a bang, initially.

    Clouds of dust descended, from the top of the cupboards.

    Silence followed, the eons of the dusk.

    In the jar, the honey grew increasingly bitter.

    A bee was searching for a crack, but flew without a sound.

    Only the tears of the loose tap echoed.

    Drip drop and count, an aeon of the dust.

    In the pooling water the fallen bee is struggling.

    Forever and ever...

    Up there, so high, the jar is gleaming.

    A spark of amber, the secret buzz of the universe.
  5. edamame

    edamame Contributing Member Contributor

    Apr 5, 2013
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    Predatory Pooh

    Wanting Winnie
    McGreevey’s Sonny
    enticed a ten-foot bear
    with a pound of honey
  6. mrs.who?

    mrs.who? New Member

    Apr 29, 2015
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    His hair is dark like night fall,
    with eyes as black as coal,
    but there's nothing more consuming,
    than his deep an twisted soul.

    I love the way it haunts him,
    and the way he allou it in.
    I love the way it shaped him,
    but how he never let it win.

    I love the way his mind works,
    the way he ratianalize.
    I love how he hold his head high,
    So nobody will realize.

    I love the way he see through me,
    but chose to play along.
    I love the way he outsmart me,
    But still let me feel strong.

    I didn't know such beauty excisted,
    I'm not sure I'll find it again.
    And I wish wasnt so twisted,
    and didnt push him away..
    I wish i could handle beeing naked,
    I wish I would asked him to stay...

    I know i will miss his mind games,
    I hope life treats him good on his way.
    I hope he get all he dreamed of,
    And I pray the wind will bring him back to me one day.

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  7. unicorn_rider

    unicorn_rider New Member

    Jul 17, 2011
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    United States
    Enter the Honeycomb​

    The cookie cutters Line
    the outer shell Of the great
    queen bee’s Dome- her nectary
    kiss is like this endless abyss of a
    hexagonal madness, up and down and all
    around sweet yellow ridges all over her walls,
    her Decorative home she protects as if it is a
    California gold mine excavated of its treasure,
    The nectar she holds inside to ward off intruders
    Who buzz through the crevices of the Majestic
    bee hive. Here, a colony forms, and war
    is drawn to Protect the buzzment of
    this distinguished honeycomb
    where the queen bee lies.​
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