Poetry Contest, ends 5/13 Options

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I couldn't find a Poetry Contest either so I started one too.

PLEASE DON'T COMMENT ON POEMS HERE.

Poetry Contest

~Anyone can submit poems - up to two poems per person.

~There is no requirement for length and no required topic. Feel free to submit poems about whatever you want.

~Songs and raps don't belong here, I created a contest for songs/rap here.

Have fun and submit :)

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A stroll across a bridge.

The calming power of a careless, lazy stroll across an antique wooden bridge is quite overlooked,
As the gray hue of a broken, wandering man's eye converges with the gray hue of the underlying broken, wandering water, a heart's palputations settle.
The work-induced ravines on the hands of a struggling, working man meet the weather-torn patterns on the wooden railing,
It's as if the only instrument necessary to inflict harmony on the nerves of a shaky human being is a combination of gray hues, and tranquil quiet.
The irony of the situation is evident; both to the observer, and to the man leaning on the railing,
After this near supernatural connection between inanimate and living, there comes the tumult of reality.
It's what some refer to as the enigmatic 'calm before the storm',
It's what many might see as the poor man's 'escape from his cell'.
It's piano-worthy; symphony-worthy; the moment of emotional catharsis achieved by a gloomy afternoon stroll across a creek,
But the nirvana evades the inflicted; the moment, despite our wishes, cannot last eternal.
With the swift sweep of that patterned hand on a grimy brow, and the realization that the tranquility has passed,
The man, rather, the soul heads back into the torturous cell it so desperately needed exile from:

The torturous cell of daily life.