Everyone Hates Poetry 2024
Rules
Write a poem before Feb.5th and submit it to me with the submit feature or in an ask.
Poems should be less than 500 words
You can use your real name or your blog name but they can't be completely anonymous.
Poems will be published at 9pm on Wednesdays and then a link to each poem will be added to the bottom of this pinned post so people can read them all.
I can't stop anyone from reblogging their own poems and generally sharing art is a wonderful thing, but don't turn it into some kind of social media campaign. because people with a small number of followers would be at a disadvantage. This is supposed to be fun. Please do reblog this post and tag people if you think you know someone on tumblr that might be interested. Since the post will contain links to the submissions, your poem will not be lost in the shuffle.
If I receive less than 10 entries I'll cancel the contest and consider it a failed experiment.
Public voting will begin after the 5th.and account for 50% of the vote
A panel of judges will also vote but will not submit poems themselves, and their votes will make up the other 50% of the final tally.
.There will be small prizes for the winner and runner up.
This is my art blog and will remain so, as it always has been. I'm doing this because poets here don't get much chance to get their stuff read and I have a fair number of followers. It's just a little thing to do if you want. I'm not turning this into a poetry blog or a contest blog or anything else.
Poems don't need to be finished. Due to the one month time frame I would suspect these would be first drafts, but please write something new. I want to encourage people to do something now, however imperfect, rather than showing work that's already done.
Updates will follow. Thank you!
Rule clarifications
-Please dont send poems anonymously if at all possible. I am happy to include a name that doesn't identify your blog directly but it's impossible to refer to or contact people who submit poems anonymously. I can't have anonymous poems considered without at least a name for you and if you were to win a prize, you'd need a name and address to claim it. I don't so much care about the latter part, that's for you, this becomes very disorganized and hard to regulate with anonymous messages floating in.
-Please put the title of your poem above it. If it is below it, I have no way of distinguishing with certainty if it's a title or a last line.
One poem per person please.
if you do not wish to see the poetry contest entries just filter the tag "everyone hates poetry 2024"
Due to the very high volume of submissions I am blogging them more gradually as to give more attention to each one. The same tag, "everyone hates poetry 2024", that you can filter if you do not want to see these can be used to find the submissions. If you follow this tag you'll get them all.
Please note that I am now publishing these as asks, previously I had to retype to keep the formatting and there are simply too many entries
Submissions are now closed, I will be publishing submissions all week and then when all have been posted we will start the voting (stay tuned as to how and when)
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Spiralling
The absence of words is heavy
On your tongue, my ears and my mind
It is too crushing to carry
Too important to leave behind
Trivial not to think about
But I can’t get my mind off it
And I am strictly not allowed
To say anything about it
I think I might be spiralling
I’m collapsing unto myself
I can’t describe how I’m feeling
When will I stop hurting myself?
Oh, there you are – in all your beauty
Stand still, let me take you in fully
Your presence, your taste – it’s all so sweet
An urge to eat, every time we meet
You are more than worth all of the wait
So it never matters if you’re late
You are more than making up for it
Making up for sins you didn’t commit
Finally! Some time just for ourselves!
It is true, I easily obsess
It's no problem – for the time being
Wait, what? You’re already leaving?
What am I to do without you?
My breath quickens, my heart stops
In your absence, I’m gone too
I’m feeling more dead than a corpse
I think I might be spiralling
These walls are closing in on me
Spinning so fast – it’s sickening
It’s my fault – that, I clearly see
Oh, there you are – filling me with bliss
I don’t want anything else than this
How badly have I missed you, my dear
What do you mean you have just been here?
I think I am seeing a pattern
Shaped like a spiral – still, I won’t learn
I am sure it all will turn out fine
Just stay with me- Oh? Alright, fine
I think I might be spiralling
I think I’m going to be sick
I think I’m not really coping
I think you think this is some trick
Oh, there you are – lovely as always
Making me happy, in countless ways
It all is more than fine while you’re here
Right. Sure. I will be waiting right here
I think I might be spiralling
Oh, there you are
My head is endlessly spinning
Oh, hi, goodbye
Oh, there you are – might be spiralling
I think I might be – good as always
Endlessly, endlessly spiralling
This might just be the end of my days
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When You Have Words I’ll Be Waiting to Hear Them
I'm watching the corners of your mouth
curling out of a dream
Sleepy
little wanderers who made the uncertain rove
to my side of the world
Where was your origin tiny smile?
Was it in an auburn fog of Momma's close face,
her writhing in accents floated above
bumbling petitions for your laughter?
My love,
was it the still
of Daddy's lone kiss that comes overbrim
the stoney dam of his stoic lips
to bless you a good day at the door?
Was it something kept solely tucked
into the folds of your burgeoning brain
that you conjured from abstract shapes you absorb
while I polish the dishes or read you a book?
Was it something I know nothing of?
I remember the first dream I dreamed of you
Your bursting eyes a fresh fire of bliss
intently I focused
so intently, I swear
until the current of subconscious pictures swung on
and the film I stared through was replaced
by something unremarkable, then awake
I remember how relieving it was to be living that morning
The kind of relief that steals time from the past
giving the present more room to stretch out
and makes right anything that was ever unright
In this timelessness breathed the infant prayer that was morning
and I felt I remembered the clarity of early life
So, maybe what you dreamed was something long since forgotten?
What bittersweet heartbreak it is
taking this peculiar arrangement of time
to remind us how purely we were cherished
Just being gave way to the wholeness of love,
that someone once cared that we dreamed
- Nikola Scannell
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