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 :)

[sikdragon]

still the thirteenth.

It's friday, the fear of cats and ladders-
shoots and splatters-
the defining moment of death-
the wearily depressing song of breadth-
giving up the ghost-
casting off this shell in the shadows-

Throwing it upon the dead wagon-
hear the squeaky wheels laggin'-
where they bring em out-
they toss 'em where allowed-
It's the problem with consistence,
nothing is ever the same in existence-
for instance, the light always shines-
upon the earth and yet no one recognizes-
the birth upon it's surface the new worth-

ever friday is still the same-
but in a different way-
spawns and retreats enigmatically late-

ever persistent, schemes deliverant-
the screams of want, and need-
the lyrics of light and heat-
which passion should first be-
met with the richest soil and seed-

hammer and sickle, trickle the wishes-
through the minds of the insane-
the blackened in need of gain-
the evil and good still in the same rain-


Opposite sides of the spectrum's fire-
shades all different, prequisitioned liar-
different colors but still the quotient-
the same white light of primal emotion-
shone through in sighs of errosion-
the simple drop into an ocean has-
a chain reaction so small, that's-
almost as nothing at all, when-
in the event, you do something-
right,
no one will be sure you've done anything worth remembering-
the world is always looking up to stars-
when it comes down to it, the stars are-
looking up to us, so when one reaches the other-
the mother of all weeps because her message-
was un-heard-
the depression of each can only be outweighed-
by the watcher and seer of all, for he empathizes-
the shoes of any sizes can be laid underneath his bed-
the pillow sopping wet, and the walls white and dead-
his dreams of a world, higher, but instead-
his world of love is filled with hate-
they keep slapping the helping hand away-