The National Poetry Competition has been one of Britain's top single poem competitions since 1978. It is judged by a new set of judges each year, and all poems are made anonymous before they are judged. The National Poetry Competition is organised by the Poetry Society, one of Britain's most dynamic arts organisations, representing poetry both nationally and internationally.
t’was war as we knew it
a thousand fears in a jar
labelled ‘eau de thè’
a cloud blown over our heads by no man's wind
and still turned the world that we knew
and all that you were
your wrist
tossing a thousand pancakes
your lips
blowing a thousand kisses in a row
your nights
holding my silhouette
amongst a thousand faces
I have no more use for this shield
or this sword
whoever gave them to me
can take them back
I hold myself hostage to
a thousand years of peace
There’s a wheeze when I breath and this pain when I live
And no wonder our paths come to cross
You’re my Heaven my Hell within you I dwell
Each time my health is at loss
You’re pretty and sweet when we meet and we greet
But your chit chat’s a ‘NO-NO’ because
I am loosing terrain you drive me insane
And I don't know the name of your boss
Your system has crashed your words come out mashed
My story – I say it again
But you’re now on the phone while I play my trombone
and my patience’s being washed down the drain
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