#award
O my Sufism blinded
me so completely
I mistook every abyss for enlightenment.
I could not tell
the difference between black art and white art.
After all, both wore black turtlenecks,
quoted dead philosophers,
and smoked like condemned prophets.
I thought art was sacred
skinless, bleeding red honesty
across the floor of the world.
Stupid me.
Turns out some art heals the soul,
and some merely decorates the wound
while calling the infection “depth.”
But what did I know?
I was busy mistaking darkness for wisdom
simply because it spoke softly
and knew a little Latin.
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 11:58 PM UTC
trained monkey
reward centred
punishing pain
excluded outcast
resentful seethe
mass shooting
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 7:59 AM UTC
Love for me is a gift,
Heaven bestowed.
It’s a rushing waterfall,
The amazing desired award.
Love for me is happiness,
Which is forever appeased.
And if you get it suddenly,
Please, don’t ever miss it.
Love for me is an evening,
Where candles are burning and nobody…
You’re gently stroking my hand and whispering
Something solely for me.
Love for me is the world,
Where’re both of us - me and you!
My photo is in your phone screen.
My darling, how I love you!
Jul 14, 2025
Jul 14, 2025 at 5:10 PM UTC
I am throwing up straight gasoline.
Steam is dripping down my eyes.
I work twice as hard as that man.
I earn five times less awards.
My body is deteriorating.
I am tripping over the wires at my feet.
I am falling ill; I keep working.
That man will pay
But you know what they say
You can’t take it with you.
Apr 30, 2025
Apr 30, 2025 at 12:10 AM UTC
I was given an award at school that day
And a friend mocked me, thinking there was no way
Someone one would choose me for being kind and smart
And then I showed my friends my award
For once them not seeing me as absurd
Until a friend ripped my award apart.
Sep 29, 2024
Sep 29, 2024 at 12:14 PM UTC
She is Sathupati Prasanna Sree.
To know about her, one should be free.
Professor and Chairperson posts she holds
Andhra University, she extols
Her writing skills about tribes hold the key.
Preserving tribal languages as per their plea
Got Nari Shakti Puraskar Award with glee. 'Shadows of silence' her writings she beholds
Prasanna Sree
Psychodynamics of the women you may see
Many of her writings are just nice to me.
She's liked by everyone a thousandfold.
My classmate, she's, I'm happy many folds
The president's invitee says she'll flee.
Prasanna Sree
Aug 10, 2024
Aug 10, 2024 at 5:02 PM UTC
I will award one poet with $50 USD via moneygram, paypal, donation to charity of your choice, or any other safe and secure method.
make me
feel something
know something
try something
hate something
love something
accept something
discover something that i am missing
this is not affiliated with any website or organization, but just $50 of my money that I want to share(i have all i need)
i promise i will try not to be prejudiced in any way, and i ask that anyone enter, no matter education level or any other "levels"...the winner will be decided by what moves me, and will have nothing to do with styles, forms, rhyming, etc
i may ask a few to help me verify certain things and if you would like to help me with this big money contest just msg me here. I may decide on having more winners, but the 50 dollar top prize is for sure(barring i don't die)
You will also win my prestigious Future Poet Award(a piece of paper?) Even if you hate me, you can get my money! Anyone who enters is a winner and i will post poems on my FB poetry page(BIGTIME). Contest ends November !st and payout will be within 10 days after contest ends. This is for real! Don't miss out on MONEY.
no cheating!
Sep 25, 2021
Sep 25, 2021 at 3:21 PM UTC
there's said to be some merit in me
and there's something to be said about mine
but please never let it be taught
and please never have it headlined
that I've ever done any of this
but with measured and deliberate thought
or time consuming and considered design
none of this comes easy
little of this goes smooth
we all think ourselves imposters
but some of us have pushed through
so whatever doubts you're having
however steep the climb
take the chances that you're offered
and give yourself some time.
Aug 16, 2019
Aug 16, 2019 at 1:07 PM UTC
Anong galak sa mukha
ang masabitan ng gintong medalya
at mabigyan ng sertipiko
habang ang pangalan ay tinatawag
sa sira-sirang mikroponong ibig tumutol
sa pagkilala
ng mga huwad na gurong
karamihan ay alipin
nang bulok na sistema ng paaralang
pinanahanan ng mahika-
ng mga baboy at buwaya!
© 2019
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 11:59 PM UTC
i am just the worst person you could have met
one moment im kind to you
another i talk behind your back
lie to you
be mean to you
im fake
and i know that
yet u don’t
your kind innocent pure soul
YOU think that i am..well good at least
and i don’t want to make you feel upset
but i did eventually
you should start realising that i am bad
i am no good
and you should not talk to me
even if i treated you like the worst
you still continued talking to me
i am the worst
please you don’t deserve to be treated like that
by me.
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 12:22 PM UTC
If I were to choose a statue to be put at Madame Tussauds,
It would Mom's,
Not mine,yours or ours,
Just Mum's.
If I were told to save and harvest
water,
It would be mum's tears,
Silver drops,more precious than diamonds.
Tears she shed's in silence for us.
If I were to give award for best winning receipes,
It would be mum's
Her receipe would always have the special ingredient called LOVE.
If I were to give an award for endurance,
It would be mum's
If we are sick or in trouble,
She would be prostrate in prayers till we are safe.
The list goes on,
That is a mother and motherhood.
Her day is us, her night is us,
Her UNIVERSE is us.
May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 8:21 AM UTC
stay up all night
my eyes are red from crying
ask me how did i sleep
i say, "just fine"
i admit i haven't been alright
its just one of those days
but its everyday
and i never have the urge to change
something inside
its different in me..
no longer alive
i don't even breathe
a prisoner in disguise
a prisoner in my own mind
in my bed full of lies
academy award for the actress I've become
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 9:26 PM UTC
I Appreciate the Blaze and the Glory
To Die in Nashville Tennessee
It was a Fluke
But to have come this far
As the focus of much anger
Certainly its been reckless
But this is my way
I never ran at the first sign of Life
* * *
For I am Known
For just 42 Words
A would be Superstar
I won and I performed
* * *
I'll say it three times
Thank You
Although the Sickness now abides in me
I've left a Soundtrack you can afford
For Future Worlds
I'm not going to miss you
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 3:46 AM UTC
I have some pretty unpopular opinions.
Acts of stringing string cheese have always seemed so wrong!
Maybe people say I'm strange because I like some songs.
And that's just the beginning...
Being human, so many think that microwaves pose danger.
I can't imagine why you'd think that radiation's any stranger.
Getting some exposure is sure to not endanger!
Word for wet: "moist?" I don't exactly hate it.
Everyone seems to, though, so I don't bother to debate it.
I don't think that sidewalks are dangerous if they're cracked.
Right! That's not an opinion, it's a cold hard fact.
Definitely, it's a hazard to leave vaccines ignored.
Oops, some disagree! Time to give Darwin Awards.
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 9:04 AM UTC
*she had a tattoo
of a duck
on her ***
I ****** the duck*
:)
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 1:53 PM UTC
Always receiving that award,
Since I was young
"Most behave goes to..."
Always hearing name
I got the fame
From having it
They congratulate me
They think it's easy
They think I'm happy
They don't know I'm lonely
Always ignored
Always forgotten
Behind those smiles I gave,
My heart wants to be saved
Receiving 'Most Behave'
Is what I hate
Not because I have too many of those
But because it reminds me that I'm just a dark deep behind the shadows.
Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 8:40 AM UTC
Meryl Streep
'Twas was kind to me once Golden Globe
where her platitude slightly disingenuous
while her free spirit inside of me spoke
though she'd wander in spite of an Edsel
'twas driven in wake of free speech
and determined to die forthwith misery in chocolate.
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 6:55 AM UTC
In areas of unknown desire
In my heart there is a fire
Tremendous is the power of the tide
I feel so empty inside
Death will come to those who wait
My heart is so filled with hate
Hate for all who offend
Hate for those who do not defend
The ones who need defense
Will fall thus hence
We are overcome by the tide
We feel so empty inside
Mark this day
So you will remember all that I say
I have no quarrel with those who save
Those who are to afraid to be brave
Then you shall have no quarrel with me then
Although people call me heathen
As we give our lives to the tide
You are the one who's empty inside
Jan 21, 2011
Jan 21, 2011 at 2:18 PM UTC
I ran to the top
About to roar;
I held back instead
That unsullied feeling
Before anything is ever said
Take a second,
My heart raced
Not often enough
We relish.
A triumph so sweet
Silence leaves my lips;
Our secret
I stayed speechless.
Once I unleash the words
They belong to the world.
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 12:38 PM UTC
Papier-mâché skin held up by toothpick bones.
Composed of dainty flowers,
Paired with eggshell tiptoes
Used for skipping and prancing –
Prim, proper, polished
And petite, satin-gloved hands
To scrub the dishes with
Till unblemished to mirror you back, from inside out –
Purged, chaste, elegant.
Fragile.
But papier-mâché has layers of depth and
Skin thicker than at surface it seems.
Toothpicks can pick up the pieces
Of each hiccup or calamity,
Regardless of how small
And despite their size they’re not weak at all,
But, piercing.
Those eggshells shield and yield
The precious prosper of young.
Who’s to say you’re no cactus,
And not just some flimsy petal –
But you can bet you’re just as sweet.
We are composed of the iron
That presses your clothes.
Nip
Like the scorching tea served
On china platters.
Our rosé lips are pursed
Not to kiss, or gloss for backwards fairytales
‘Prince Charming’ turned frogs
But in revolt.
And revolt we will.
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 5:16 PM UTC
I recieved the
"Best attitude award"
For basketball
Everyone cheered
My team congratualated me
I smiled
And looked happy
But really,
I wanted to cry
The coach said I deserved it,
That I came each day
Smiling
Yes,
I do come in smiling
But only so no one sees the pain
That is not
The "best attitude award"
Not for me,
For me,
It is the
"Best liar award"
For I tricked everyone
Into thinking
Even my tears that night
Were tears of joy
I convinced everyone
Oh good job
They thought I was happy
That was when
I realized
Help would never find me
For I recieved
The "best liar award"
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 7:44 PM UTC
The hard part was letting go
the easy part was looking at the awards
the letting go gave me strength
the looking at the awards gave me greed
the strength took me above heaven
the greed took me below hell
and heaven was my home
but i still had hell in my blood
Lesson:
put heaven before hell
or
let go without worrying
about the award!
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC