I’m excited to announce my new contest
Enter if you will if you don’t no sweat
This one is based on Stevie Wonder Music
It’s meant to be fun and a tribute so do it
Please be kind and use your own mind
No plagiarism no profanity no AI
I look forward to reading your precious lines
The flowetry of poetry always a good time
No rules except write something new
No AI no words that are lude
Remember not to write your name too
And I can’t see photos until contest concludes!
Good luck
Categories:
lude, america, inspirational,
Form: Rhyme
I can only imagine how it must appear from the outside looking in.
I know what I would think if I were you.
I have valid reasons that go a long way to explain my situation.
But none of which serve as an excuse.
As my humbled soul tries to recover from devastation.
May i make a simple request?
For those of you who are watching me with your reservations,
Making lude comments under your breath.
Please don't judge me to harshly
for in my same circumstance you know not what you would do.
For there is no way you can fully understand the true nature of a man,
Until you've walked a mile in his shoes.
Categories:
lude, addiction, analogy, feelings, humanity,
Form: Rhyme
If you could paint a picture of silence
What color would it be?
Would you use a brush to paint the fog
in shades of gray, a touch of brown
to hush the season from all sound?
Would eaves be dripping to the ground
while windows weep with quiet tears
Where solitude has blurred the view
in states of lonely winter-lude?
Would silence be a shade of green
A forest deep, a muted scene
No sound to scatter birds from trees
No broken branch, or swaying grass
Missteps that crackle the fallen leaves
Untouched by clatter, harsh and rude?
Would silence be as black as night
A cave too deep for shards of light
A void within a famished core
A well of dark and empty shores?
Or would silence be of many hues?
A rainbow shade of morning dew
A soft pastel of sun declining?
No bedlam, blast or blare of noise
Could break the spell, a silent voice
As if the soul could slip away....
A hush, immense.....so sweet and keen,
Like ghosts unseen, or angels soft as air...
A silent sea, ....where mountains lend an ear
As clouds pile high, ....and wait to hear...
Only for this: such peace....such bliss
A sound so small, ... as welcome as a sigh
Categories:
lude, imagination, morning, sound,
Form: Free verse
a lude and lacivious man came walking in
he said he had a gun in his hand
nobody could see it
there was no threat in there
he shot his peace with no care
cleaning out the enitre dining room
i guess you learn to move when a man has a gun nobody can see
i guess
Categories:
lude, art,
Form: Prose Poetry
everywhere I try to walk
The cement is dirty
With the most outrageous talk
Slang here
F YOU's there
Mothers on the street
Obscenities everywhere
The thrill is lude
Trying hard to be rude
I am a Hyprocrite nitwit
it's so easy to conclude
The Cross around me
But my mouth needs some soap
Heckling and swearing
How can my ideology hope to cope
My own word
a cursory absurd
when will I sleep
and people stop calling me a nerd
Categories:
lude, on writing and words,
Form: I do not know?