This is my first post on Proof of Brain:
I found a lovely poetry writing contest hosted by 
That said, I write poetry and really wanted to join in. So I’ve written a piece that follows the theme but won’t be sharing the link in the contest post or tagging the financial supporters.
Thank you Felix for the inspiration. Today I wrote something that wouldn’t have existed if I didn’t read your contest. I wish luck to all the entrees.
This is a first draft. My only guideline for this poem was to include the concept of “satisfaction”. I tend to write on the darker side, even when trying not to. So, it seems that what I created was a poem about someone losing then finding and then losing her sense of satisfaction.
Ships to Port
Summer sonnets kissed my lips
when her candied words called to ships
They ported while the fire flamed
Stay, stay they must
anchor
thy insane
Time is running, running dry
The storms have rained brown eyes sty
Stay, stay they lust
anchor
their mundane
Don’t hold it back
Let the bass deep drop
She said,
she kneeled
When the ships had stopped
With her lips on mine
And the fire that flamed
Don’t hold back
She said, a/gain
So I wiped my eye
of the antique cry
Licked my lips
to taste her pleasing promise
The light was lit in the light house afar
And I knew that time was running ajar
There it was, in her stare
“don’t you understand, that I really care?
The monster is gone, I declare
Time to come out of hiding, my Dear”.
So, she washed away
the noxious peroxide
Cast away
the binding heels
Showed me a garden
to waste time in
where we laid, satisfied
and still
And with my lips on hers, fire still flamed
Years sailed by, but the ships remained
I held her close on her last day
Stay, stay you must
I don’t think
she heard me
say
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