DDO Poetry Slam
Post your most favorite work
We both are then judged
In this debates, two poets shall each post one piece of their work per round. Then, the judges will award args only purely on which poets work they prefer.
RFDs will be used to critique and praise both poets.
Poets may explain/preface each of their poems.
First round is for acceptance/introduction.
I'd like to kick this off with a work of mine that I made when emulating William Carlos Williams.
By: Tyler Graham
In my dark blue porcelain cup
There you are: brown, hot
Take a sip
*so unwanted, pervasily denied in the trust.
*ALAS. My day angel is gone
*wounders of fury, my emotion bursts. *feelings unnatural and thought declined. *days gone by gone still yet to with hold thy beauty. *thrown off balance only to be torn in the flesh. *I have been a gallant soldier upright. *my my strife is hard. *the abbey of love my mind recalls *vividly my mind is restored my emotion torn apart
Here is an italian sonnet with no meter.
Tell a grand tale of grand adventure
Here is a poem I wrote for a lady friend.
By: Tyler Graham
I want you
Call it the “cupcake phase” or just plain infatuation, but I want you
I want to take you somewhere nice
Where we can just be with each other
Smile, look into your eyes
Tell you about me
Tell me about you
Feel the staccato beats of my heart
I want you to take me by the hand and lead me into a dark room where sweet silence sweeps me away and the focus lies only on your words, and your words are so enthralling to hear that I am left soundless and still
I want my heart to skip a beat everytime I think of you and
I want to think of you every day
I want to spend time with you and then stop time with you.
I want to run my fingers through the crimson in your hair as the crimson in my veins begins to surge, and our lips touch, so gentle at first, and then we both begin to just smile and allow the fire in the air and in our hearts to take us as we pull each other closer.
I want to hear a million more of your cute little giggles that you seem to think are so awkward.
Then I want to stop, and listen more.
I want to hear every embarrassing story you tell.
I want to share and compare our essays, and poetry, and art, and our feelings
I want to be dumbfounded by just how clever and funny you really are
I want to share my favorite fragile things with you
I want to share a moment over coffee and literature. Sharing words with you is special to me.
I want you to read this and laugh at just how cheesy and cliche it is
Then we stop
Share another smile
Share another story,
Share another laugh
Share another sweet kiss...
I want to hear about the things you’re passionate about.
You blush and think that you’re boring, but you’re not and I know that and I tell you, and it’s just so cute that I can’t help but smile and laugh because I just really really really really like hearing what you have to say because you just don’t stop being so interesting.
I want you to procrastinate as long as you can before finally resigning to going home after an angry call from a disgruntled parent. I’ll apologize and you’ll say it’s fine. I’ll still feel bad, but I relish every second we have together.
I want you to come over and just sit with me, back to back, or face to face reading our favorite books, and sharing our favorite passages.
I want you to listen to me as I spill my guts and give you my awful life story because,
I want you to know the truth about me as best as I can tell it because,
I want you to trust me so our relationship lasts because,
I want you to want me because....
I want you.
*without ado nor with rest.
*sought to catch the future with grip.
*yours still the tear of pulcritude perfection.
*born without any fruit enclosed.
*nor his mouth with a silver spoon.
*night was he's effort infused.
*cursing to the root, night you rained.
*tick was the clock and found behind bars.
*his was the life down without pairs.
*but who must have spatout without tears.
*ado was withnothing yet without rest.
Mind tot's me glory glooming past my might uncovered so perpetual to withhold. My glorious day of hiding is past. I grow wings upon thy throat my naked fat in a gloomy sermon, a praise is bewitched for thy gross. Oh, behind the bars, my day block still ticks.
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