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Aquilla
so long, and thanks for all the fish
Nights on the isles
Midnight on the cliffs
disrupted by a flare of light.
The sky splits open,
a tear in the velvet veil.
A flock of sheep
blinking against the sudden flashes.
The billowing clouds part for the moon
but its pale glow holds no power tonight.
Stoically, the lighthouse keeps spinning -
unfazed.
This poem is a tribute to my favourite place I have visited, a small island in the Outer Hebrides of Scotland. I camped here for a few nights and nothing is quite as calming as watching the lighthouse's light flash over the rippling surface of the ocean.Midnight on the cliffs
disrupted by a flare of light.
The sky splits open,
a tear in the velvet veil.
A flock of sheep
blinking against the sudden flashes.
The billowing clouds part for the moon
but its pale glow holds no power tonight.
Stoically, the lighthouse keeps spinning -
unfazed.
EXTENTION! I have decided to extent the competition for another 6 hours, to allow for more entries!
thank you everyone!
thank you everyone!
Foreverfox
✨💖glow & shine💖✨
I hope it's okay if I use an older work. It is the one that means the most to me. ❤
grace and beauty
personified
she is as beautiful
as each blossoming tree
basking in and living for
the sun's warmth and love
with each ray that comes
she embraces it
makes it her own
then gives it back to those around her
so that they may feel warmth and love
the short days of winter
are no match for her strength
her barren branches still show
her souls warmth
just enough
to make the darkness of winter
feel her presence
the cold winds love her and watch over her
why shouldn't they?
she is the warmth they've never had
and even though she bears no blossoms of life
she is still beautiful
transcending all the seasons
with grace and beauty
personified
grace and beauty
personified
she is as beautiful
as each blossoming tree
basking in and living for
the sun's warmth and love
with each ray that comes
she embraces it
makes it her own
then gives it back to those around her
so that they may feel warmth and love
the short days of winter
are no match for her strength
her barren branches still show
her souls warmth
just enough
to make the darkness of winter
feel her presence
the cold winds love her and watch over her
why shouldn't they?
she is the warmth they've never had
and even though she bears no blossoms of life
she is still beautiful
transcending all the seasons
with grace and beauty
personified
I wrote this for my grandma shortly after she passed in 2017. I ended up delivering it at her funeral, only hours after writing it. It may sound sad, but it isn't - I love my grandma and I still hear her voice occasionally. I heard her tell me how beautiful my son is a couple of months after he was born. ❤
This poem is so beautiful, and I truly believe you heard her voice. special people in our lives stay around forever, even after they have departed
Fridaynightcatlady
Time waits for no one 🌷🌱🌸
Just wanted to share my poem (which I shared on the Museum the other day). It’s long so no need to consider me in the contest lol
Skinny legs
I hold what remains of my drink,
an improvised Harvey Wallbanger, waiting
In the bar, half-flirting.
two men approach me in their dark, worn out suits. They look aged
and overworked. One of them mutters to the other, 'this is what you want?
Some skinny legs?', but even in the noise of blasting 90's music,
in a club where men kiss other men,
I listen.
(I wear my sister's quinceañera dress, a strapless princess cut gown that my mother had made for her as a gift. It's oversized, so in my petite figure I look the way children that play dress up)
I walk with them outside and cover my eyes from
the neon lights of the club,
a big sign that reads 'Manhole'.
They guide me to the parking lot where we get into this old black chevy.
A baby's car seat lays on the floor
looking unused.
(Because the room was filled with music of an old ABBA cassette, I ignored the sound of the car ignition as it parked outside our little barrio, and because I was too busy looking at myself in the mirror, the way my ribs flaunted through the fabric, I didn't notice the shadow of my mother Verónica, aged 56, or the sound of her keys dropping on the floor).
I think he said his name was George or Skip,
in the backseat next to me, the one with the snarky comment.
He’s funny looking, lips chapped
Greasy hair, the kind my mamá would remind us not to talk to in the streets.
‘Téngale cuidado con los pachucos’, something she’d blurt out of her
middle class Mexican background.
But my eyes are fixed on the baby’s seat on the floor.
and I know he’s probably nervous because he moves
uncomfortably in his seat and because he keeps trying to touch me.
So I let him touch me, and he ventures towards the insides of my skirt
and touches my manhood.
(she’s crying because she thinks it's her fault because of that time she bought me a Barbie doll when I was 5, or because she would occasionally call me Juanita because I'd ask her to. Or because my sister was behind her, looking with disgust at a dress that was tailored for her, but was now pressed against the body of that little f a g she’d see shoved against the lockers at our school).
But then the car stops in a valley and we're bounded by the silence of trees
and I listen to their heavy breaths as they try to undress.
We do it in the backseat with the car doors open so we get more space,
but I am intoxicated by the smell of older men's cologne.
And while we're doing it,
one of them just yells 'puto' in a very gringo accent.
And I pretend it turns me on so I just nod
and wait for him to finish. And when they're done, we share a cigarette and keep quiet.
We drive back and stop at a McDonald's,
and buy a little kid's meal. Outside,
by the side of the road, two grown men in suits stand together looking in awe.
A couple of harriers devour the remains of a small animal,
its corpse lingers and the blood,
red lipstick, splattered in the concrete.
And so I ask again if the baby seat was theirs.
And then I look at George, and his eyes get all watery because
maybe the kid had died or maybe he didn't really enjoy calling me a 'puto’.
So I lean next to him and lay my head over his chest,
and he lets me.
Skinny legs
I hold what remains of my drink,
an improvised Harvey Wallbanger, waiting
In the bar, half-flirting.
two men approach me in their dark, worn out suits. They look aged
and overworked. One of them mutters to the other, 'this is what you want?
Some skinny legs?', but even in the noise of blasting 90's music,
in a club where men kiss other men,
I listen.
(I wear my sister's quinceañera dress, a strapless princess cut gown that my mother had made for her as a gift. It's oversized, so in my petite figure I look the way children that play dress up)
I walk with them outside and cover my eyes from
the neon lights of the club,
a big sign that reads 'Manhole'.
They guide me to the parking lot where we get into this old black chevy.
A baby's car seat lays on the floor
looking unused.
(Because the room was filled with music of an old ABBA cassette, I ignored the sound of the car ignition as it parked outside our little barrio, and because I was too busy looking at myself in the mirror, the way my ribs flaunted through the fabric, I didn't notice the shadow of my mother Verónica, aged 56, or the sound of her keys dropping on the floor).
I think he said his name was George or Skip,
in the backseat next to me, the one with the snarky comment.
He’s funny looking, lips chapped
Greasy hair, the kind my mamá would remind us not to talk to in the streets.
‘Téngale cuidado con los pachucos’, something she’d blurt out of her
middle class Mexican background.
But my eyes are fixed on the baby’s seat on the floor.
and I know he’s probably nervous because he moves
uncomfortably in his seat and because he keeps trying to touch me.
So I let him touch me, and he ventures towards the insides of my skirt
and touches my manhood.
(she’s crying because she thinks it's her fault because of that time she bought me a Barbie doll when I was 5, or because she would occasionally call me Juanita because I'd ask her to. Or because my sister was behind her, looking with disgust at a dress that was tailored for her, but was now pressed against the body of that little f a g she’d see shoved against the lockers at our school).
But then the car stops in a valley and we're bounded by the silence of trees
and I listen to their heavy breaths as they try to undress.
We do it in the backseat with the car doors open so we get more space,
but I am intoxicated by the smell of older men's cologne.
And while we're doing it,
one of them just yells 'puto' in a very gringo accent.
And I pretend it turns me on so I just nod
and wait for him to finish. And when they're done, we share a cigarette and keep quiet.
We drive back and stop at a McDonald's,
and buy a little kid's meal. Outside,
by the side of the road, two grown men in suits stand together looking in awe.
A couple of harriers devour the remains of a small animal,
its corpse lingers and the blood,
red lipstick, splattered in the concrete.
And so I ask again if the baby seat was theirs.
And then I look at George, and his eyes get all watery because
maybe the kid had died or maybe he didn't really enjoy calling me a 'puto’.
So I lean next to him and lay my head over his chest,
and he lets me.
only 30 minutes left!
and that's it! submissions are now closed! I will now choose a winner, and announce them soon.
Winners!
everyones poems that were entering into this competition are truely worth congratulating. if it was delivering a price of themself, or just a simple haiku, this competition widened my understanding of poems. I hope everyone has grown more appreciation for poems and the poets that wrote them. thank you everyone!after a hard consideration,, I have judged my best (with rather limited poetic knowledge but plenty of poetic love) and came to a winner! it was close between a few poems!
RUNNER-UPS
the runner ups are well deserving to get congratulated for their amazing poems, which made gave me a good laugh, made me teary eyed, or just felt perfectly crafted. congrats @xara , @Foreverfox , and @Firesquids ! their poems stood out among the rest, congratulations!
xara, this was a true comedic poem, love it!!
foreverfox, your poem felt so real and heartfelt, a true masterpiece. well done!
firesquids, I love this too much. I never expected such a well-done haiku. it may seem simple, but I love the respect for nature. I just adore it!
My neighbor complains,
but the oak tree was here first
Rake the leaves yourself
Now for the winner. the poem that perfectly captured my love for nature and its beauty. the wording felt perfectly placed throughout. congratulations!
the first place winner is....
@Merielle !!
@Merielle !!
congratulations! make sure to contact me for receiving your prize!
thank you everyone for entering, and showing the true community that is bell tree forums. congratulations everyone!
Love, Anna
Foreverfox
✨💖glow & shine💖✨
Thank you so much!! It means so much that you loved something so special to me ❤ and congrats to @Merielle @xara and @Firesquids! They were all wonderful to read!Winners!everyones poems that were entering into this competition are truely worth congratulating. if it was delivering a price of themself, or just a simple haiku, this competition widened my understanding of poems. I hope everyone has grown more appreciation for poems and the poets that wrote them. thank you everyone!
after a hard consideration,, I have judged my best (with rather limited poetic knowledge but plenty of poetic love) and came to a winner! it was close between a few poems!
RUNNER-UPS
the runner ups are well deserving to get congratulated for their amazing poems, which made gave me a good laugh, made me teary eyed, or just felt perfectly crafted. congrats @xara , @Foreverfox , and @Firesquids ! their poems stood out among the rest, congratulations!
xara, this was a true comedic poem, love it!!
foreverfox, your poem felt so real and heartfelt, a true masterpiece. well done!
firesquids, I love this too much. I never expected such a well-done haiku. it may seem simple, but I love the respect for nature. I just adore it!
Now for the winner. the poem that perfectly captured my love for nature and its beauty. the wording felt perfectly placed throughout. congratulations!
the first place winner is....
@Merielle !!
congratulations! make sure to contact me for receiving your prize!
thank you everyone for entering, and showing the true community that is bell tree forums. congratulations everyone!
Love, Anna
.: Meri :.
free palestine | trans rights are human rights
Ahhh thank you for picking my poem, and for the lovely words about my entry!! ;v; I'm so happy you liked it so much! Sending you a DM right away~!
And congratulations to @xara, @Firesquids, and @Foreverfox!! Your poems were really great!
Everyone else who entered did a great job as well!
And congratulations to @xara, @Firesquids, and @Foreverfox!! Your poems were really great!
Everyone else who entered did a great job as well!Winners!everyones poems that were entering into this competition are truely worth congratulating. if it was delivering a price of themself, or just a simple haiku, this competition widened my understanding of poems. I hope everyone has grown more appreciation for poems and the poets that wrote them. thank you everyone!
after a hard consideration,, I have judged my best (with rather limited poetic knowledge but plenty of poetic love) and came to a winner! it was close between a few poems!
RUNNER-UPS
the runner ups are well deserving to get congratulated for their amazing poems, which made gave me a good laugh, made me teary eyed, or just felt perfectly crafted. congrats @xara , @Foreverfox , and @Firesquids ! their poems stood out among the rest, congratulations!
xara, this was a true comedic poem, love it!!
foreverfox, your poem felt so real and heartfelt, a true masterpiece. well done!
firesquids, I love this too much. I never expected such a well-done haiku. it may seem simple, but I love the respect for nature. I just adore it!
Now for the winner. the poem that perfectly captured my love for nature and its beauty. the wording felt perfectly placed throughout. congratulations!
the first place winner is....
@Merielle !!
congratulations! make sure to contact me for receiving your prize!
thank you everyone for entering, and showing the true community that is bell tree forums. congratulations everyone!
Love, Anna
well, this was a lovely surprise! i’m so happy you liked my poem! i honestly had a lot of fun writing it (along with my haiku). thank you again for hosting this! this was super generous of you, and i really appreciate you giving me an excuse to write something — i haven’t done much of that since the pandemic started, unfortunately
. i’m very honoured to be a runner up!congratulations to @Merielle, @Foreverfox and @Firesquids as well! i loved reading what everyone wrote. we’ve definitely got some super talented writers in this community!
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