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  1. thirdwind

    thirdwind Member Contest Administrator Reviewer Contributor

    Jul 17, 2008
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    Past Contest Poetry Contest #261 -- Theme: "Dark"

    Discussion in 'Monthly Poetry Contest' started by thirdwind, Mar 8, 2015.

    The theme for this contest is "dark" (courtesy of @Darkkin) . 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, March 28. 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. Darkkin

    Darkkin Reflection of a nobody Contributor

    Jun 21, 2012
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    Following the footprints in the sand...

    With two straps holding and a waist just right,
    it was a beacon, that simple dress of dotted white.
    There in the dark, where no one could see,
    White, violet ringed eye and a bloodied knee.

    Rumour swirled and tales spread.
    It didn't matter what White did or said.
    Leather was a god, his word as good as gold.
    White, faithful to a sweater, ragged and old.

    Its hue, violet or blue, no one could say,
    but it echoed that eye in a brutal way.
    And that dress, pintucked and fitting just right,
    a contradiction to the rumours cloaking White.

    Swathed in that beloved sweater, now empty and cold,
    White, retreated to a childhood haunt of old.
    There in the dark, where no one could see,
    White, of purpled eye and bloodied knee.

    It was just a dress, a simple cotton dress...
    its lovely, clean lines the catalyst of White's distress.
    Neither bold nor black nor skin baring,
    just wash and wear, no fussy caring.

    Honest and simple and stark, that dress,
    a reflection of White before Leather's violent mess.
    There in the dark, where no one could see,
    White pressed a woolen cuff to her bloodied knee.

    That sweater, its hue, with the dark and blood, blending,
    to White, offered a layer of warmth, a slight mending.
    And that dress, the toxic white dress...
    An innocent's beacon in a sea of dark duress.
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  3. Canopyvine

    Canopyvine Member

    Aug 22, 2014
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    My Dear, perhaps I should have guessed.

    That you had ceased to live, before you died.

    How else could all your effort be explained?

    The desire to understand the world

    in its entirety

    and love the universe

    in all its expanse.

    The struggle to fit eternity,

    in the time that transpires

    from the realization until the rope.
    Last edited: Mar 11, 2015
  4. dbesim

    dbesim Contributor Contributor

    Mar 28, 2014
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    London, UK
    The Faded Campfire

    The night owls tweet upon the tree
    The splinters is what's left of the campfire,
    The stars in the sky sparkle joyously
    Each shining and twinkling like a bright sapphire.

    There's a serene beauty about this time of day,
    There's an extraordinary feeling of calm
    Sleep will creep over here without delay,
    A beautiful sensation in this nightly realm.

    All that's left of the evening is the shadows,
    That makes the scene around invisible
    My eyes watch like a nightly curtain over the windows,
    The world around me is barely visible.

    Now I'll make my way to the tent
    I will close my eyes and sleep
    The moon's not there, under a misty cloud it went,
    The glorious darkness will make my dreams deep.

    Camping by a dying fire gives me a thrill
    Every single thing is remarkably still.
  5. Lydia

    Lydia Contributor Contributor

    Jun 9, 2009
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    Somewhere out there.

    Another syringe of euphoria
    softly gleaming before your eyes.

    Hesitant, and then with greed
    you once again fulfil your need.

    Embrace the god that is inside
    take all until you’re satisfied.
    Break off the chains, transcend above

    yet you will never have enough.

    Regret and guilt gnaw at your soul
    you seek more highs to fill the hole.
    But every chemical release
    just eats away another piece.

    And when it’s too late, you’ll finally see
    you’re not liberated, and never will be.

    The promise of bliss only left you destroyed
    truth took you down and presented a void
    and when you awake, all alone in the night
    there’s nothing more there
    than the absence of light.
  6. LorenaTralala

    LorenaTralala Member

    Jan 9, 2015
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    Lawrence, KS
    oblivion waits
    spiraling abyss of life
    light reaching blind eyes
  7. lustrousonion

    lustrousonion Senior Member

    Oct 7, 2014
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    Wear your hair past your shoulders;
    curl it over your ears.
    Allow for some tangling,
    tugs of comb, and wishful tears.

    Consider it as armor
    that wards off friend or foe.
    Wear your hair as a soft blanket,
    child, and never let it go.
    Last edited: Mar 17, 2015
  8. Chinspinner

    Chinspinner Contributor Contributor

    Oct 15, 2011
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    London, now Auckland
    "Turn on the light."
    A yell followed by muttering,
    And footsteps stuttering,
    Across the floor.

    "Turn on the bloody light."
    An appeal for liberation,
    A shuffling gyration,
    A knee compelled into the door.

    "That bloody hurt!"
    Last edited: Mar 18, 2015
  9. ThePhysicist13

    ThePhysicist13 Member

    Nov 26, 2013
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    Jazz for Young Snowmen

    And to think that I felt that I was
    As a cloud that could wander away!
    I'm not proud
    But a cloud is one thing, and alone
    And that is me, I think, but you don't
    And that's fine

    And to hear the slow metronome tick
    Without end, like a line, that was fine
    The same way
    As last time
    Until those knee-jerk jerks
    Took my rhythm
    And my sand pit
    As yellow turned to red
    But that's no matter; rhythm (but not rhyme)
    Ends only with time
    So tick tick turns to
    Click Clack and the
    Track does not
    Wander like a
    Cloud is thought
    To do.

    And I assure you,
    I can win at
    Black Jack
    But you must promise
    To deal
    To the bottom
    Of the pack
    And at the end
    Of an hour
    By seven o'clock
    I was to have it all, for
    The things I said
    Confused Costello
    So he left
    And we laughed
    Even though
    I didn't
    Get it
    Something told me
    He had
    To know.

    And I felt my time approaching
    But I looked to my watch.
    It was six thirty-seven, and the second hand
    Wasn't moving.
    The others had to return
    To their wives and lives
    So no one won a cent
    And I walked to an abandoned
    And walked parallel to it until
    I stopped
    And stood there,
    Clutching golden daffodils,
  10. DeadMoon

    DeadMoon The light side of the dark side Contributor

    Dec 7, 2014
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    fargo, ND
    No Longer [41]

    No longer do I morn emotions no longer felt
    When hearts were lost, filled with self doubt
    No longer will it sneak in on spiders legs, silent vibrations of somber felt.
    To consume souls with the darkness, locking all salvation out.
  11. cutecat22

    cutecat22 The Strange One Contributor

    Feb 20, 2014
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    Empty heart,
    Broken mind.
    Breathless tears,
    Words, unkind.

    Light-less room,
    Black attitude.
    Unreasonable thoughts,
    Unwanted solitude.

    Alone, unloved,
    A dying flame.
    Sinking down,
    Laying blame.

    And now the end,
    One more breath.
    Before the dark,
    Brings final death.
  12. MattyDean

    MattyDean Active Member

    Dec 22, 2014
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    Sleeping With the Lights On (explicit language)

    My body and my mind can't decide what I miss the most
    can't sleep on a bed because there's too much room for you
    can't sleep with the lights off 'cause I'm too afraid of ghosts
    The leftover pieces of something once true dead in this room

    I really tried not to drink wine but time was being a real motherfucker
    all I ate was an eighth of hate in order to try to find my lungs and smother
    all of the pieces of you I had left

    I'm havin' a blast with balloons filled with gasoline fumes and broken glass
    suckin' on 'em like a young partygoer gobbles down helium
    I'm havin' a ball twisting and breaking my ankles till I fall running from memories that last
    flipping the axis of the planet upside down, killing religion

    It's too easy to see you
    when I close my eyes
    so I keep them open all night
    It's too tough to feed myself with venom and bullshit as my only salary
    so I down bubbly bronze and brown, liquid breads are my only calories

    While you were trying to decide the best way to leave me behind
    I was busy trying to keep my insides alive
    but you've just dried them out today
    My pressing concern is that you still haven't realistically learned
    that this bridge is forever broken and burned
    the remnants being left to rot and decay
    I had no say in the matter

    And one'a these days when our old room isn't a tomb
    and can generate color and sound
    I might be able to sleep with the lights out
    but for now
    I'm still unable to part with this
    This link to you and comfortable darkness

    The way I'd watch the black fade when the sun stubbornly poked its head up over the muddy landscape and break our spooning sleep
    And I'd thank my atheist's angels for everything you did for me
    Still rendered breathless by the beauty
    of a single ray of light hitting your cheek

    You know, I might as well have sewn the tips of my lips closed
    it would have gotten the same result in the end
    I think now it's obvious what I'll be lacking in life the most
    Goddamnit, I'll always fucking miss my friend
    Last edited: Mar 24, 2015
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  13. edamame

    edamame Contributor Contributor

    Apr 5, 2013
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    The Spectre

    On a moonless eve
    the candle guttered
    and the frail invalid
    threw open his shutters
    praying for a star
    to illuminate the night
    though the wind howled
    and shadows of fright
    crept like death
    upon his ashy hearth
    his throat bobbed
    parched with thirst
    to drink again
    the sun’s warm rays
    but alas, it was
    the end of his days!

    With a gruesome roar
    hail pummeled his door
    fearing a spectre
    his heart beat -- no more!
    Last edited: Mar 26, 2015
  14. LOliver

    LOliver New Member

    Mar 14, 2015
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    Wales, UK
    "Take my hand." With a smile I'll call
    as shadows shift and darkness falls.
    Down to the woods, we'll take our chance
    to sing our song. To dance our dance.

    Amongst the trees, past willow hedge
    we'll make our way to waters edge
    and there, beneath the pale moonlight,
    I'll make you mine, just for tonight.

    Beware this smile, this lovers gaze.
    Behind these eyes my mind is made.
    To romance you down woodland tracks.
    I'll take your heart. You won't come back
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