Poetry Running Contest - Submissions Thread

[Kaitscralt]

how must I measure hate;
in a passing of years
with daily a wish
that fastly I'm passing away.
far be it boasted length;
this volume of salt
seeping caves I collapse
over minute hand nicks of the blade.
weightless like promises given;
dense as my own destiny.
bury me down in an answer
to a question the sphinx never gave.

[resonance]

Submissions for PRC Round 152 are now over. Make sure to vote and join us for PRC Round 153!

[BlippyTheSlug]

Poppin' The Cherry
of PRC
153

I think it needs to be said
For experience in bed
An older woman teaching a younger man
Before he becomes wed
Makes the union come out ahead
A stable catamaran

For young women as well
Each innocent belle
Could be taught by an older gent
So the first time could be swell
Instead of going through hell
And coming out twisted and bent

Just think what would happen
Newlyweds in their cabin
Both knowing full well what to do
Instead of one or both being saddened
Both become quite gladdened
And able to see all the years through

[KittyCupCake]

Inspired

Her fair face, painted like a clown,
bears milky cheeks that tears run down
Her full and supple crimson lips
fall at each end in sullen dips:
an exaggerated cheerful frown

Sable silk robes, the finest made,
are pierced at chest by protruding blade
From deepest wound, escapes a flood,
her case and core both stained in blood:
a pious price profanely paid

She bears the true essence of art,
a beauty, when she is apart
Her hands each hold a heavy mass:
in one, shards of reflective glass,
in other, fragments of her heart

Now her return, it does confuse
what once could only be good news
For mud must cover the terrain,
since rivers can't flow without rain
And still, I welcome home my muse

[Zelderex]

i stare, yonder at the Mountains;
a dance-hall for the Sun and Sky;
each Peak draped in Red and Violet and Gold and Love-
and the Hours slip,
slip,
slip, away;
and the Night
is forced
in
to Day

[IcecreamMan80]

Twas harrowed in the fall
and sprouted in the spring
surely the center of it all
such a spoiled little thing
now mash under his feet
till it becomes the pulp
never will it taste complete
still we gulp gulp gulp
and stumble drunkenly along
making senseless talk
singing worthless songs
yet claim we walked the walk
more important we should know
like chardonnay before the wine
that grapes are meant to grow
not wilt along the vine

Come rain or come shine
the digger dug a new sprout
with patience and love devine
but we worked and wore him out
so wrenched his tired hands
broken calloused over skin
whom pulled the soil over man
to sow the seeds again
and again and again no more
will he try to make it right
the most bitter chablis to pour
is the one that ends a life
so what will he cork and cask
if it's all of rotten fruit
not even worthy of a flask
tucked into satans boot



Burgundy - Amory McKeever (IcecreamMan80) March 2012

[DServ!]

I’ve asked a forest or two to bare their roots,
many shook their leaves, more inclined to show their rings,
to brag of where they were and how they survived the harshest winters.
None knew how they got there.

But I’ve met an exception; a tree identifying more with a rolling stone,
with roots exposed and buried in several states’ soil. With beginnings and endings
dictated by a three year difference. Greenville. San Antonio. Phoenix.
Each a story leading to a definition perplexing that simple question;
“Where are you from?”

Her branches extended and invited to anyone willing to partake of the shade,
harnessing no preference except their company in this Midwestern heat;
Unashamed to eagerly hang with the black oaks, dogwoods or maples.

Taught as a sapling to find those roots and hold on.
Floods are frequent and unpredictable,
at some point you’ll have to follow them home.

[Talore]

Nowebowdee nowes aneething

[resonance]

Submissions for PRC Round 153 are now over. Make sure to vote and join us for PRC Round 154!

[Rubin]

Plastic

"One for the car
One for the house"
West Coast rapper Game
On The R.E.D. Album

You can play it to your guests
and they will enjoy it
and they will sip their tea
and they will talk smalltalk
and they will talk about how smalltalk is plastic
in the most smalltalk possible way.

[BlippyTheSlug]

Haiku in 4D
aka Mid Round One In A Tesseract

DCI and what I see agree now

[Zelderex]

Love is a cold, jagged edge-
A refreshing foil,
To the sweltering summer in which we toil;

A coiled up serpent
To our strung out lives;

A charred, barren glade
To our overgrown minds.

[Jugarap]

The very same night i met you, I opened up to you and you opened up for me, haha, don't think those dirty thoughts please. that's not where i'm headed. I appreciate the fact that we both knew that we were only a summers fling and right off the bat we had that connection, but we were both unconnected. except for..pause....out the window no feelings attached. we were both kids, you and i, that matter is a fact. i write this letter to you, in order to thank you for being real so quick, usually you have to knock some walls down and that takes a bit. i'm glad that duty did not have to call and we didn't even need that magical syrup we call.....alcohol

[DLang]

Thirteen mana in play
A Fireball to my surprise
Zero to one the score

[Talore]

Melt into the room
ebb and flow
immaterial love
break down our barriers
like every seacliff
into the sand