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 :)

[xXYouMeBedNowXx]

If I'm correct, poetry has very limitation, so I suppose.

Momentum of an Emotion
Today, I have discovered true happiness. 9:39 this evening. In Art Class. One of my long life obstructions is the fact that I am sometimes unable to express my emotion. To be unable to put feelings onto paper, onto canvas, into words, simply because the feeling is too great, and to attempt to is to do so in vain. The beauty of it. Oh, the beauty of it. Who would of known? To find pure, untainted, happiness in the eyes of a thing that I go on day to night and night to day? The sight so great, so awesome. A tune was playing, from the movie "The Sound of Music". A good friend of mine, singing, dancing to it. Another lazily laughing at her unorthodox sibling in a bliss of sweet breath. My very own sister too, absorbing the emotion in its raw, unfaltered form. My instructor, too absorbed in it. And a friend, oh, the friend. The one person I hold in the much most highest respect for, in a way that is so...so...unbelievable. It is not a romance. No, it couldn't. But the same level of feeling, in the sense of good. And to know all of this, to witness all of it. To know one thing that can make everything so in too much context and to so much sucked into itself. Absorbed, felt, to the deepest crevices of my heart, mind, and soul: that it will not last. This feeling, this great happiness this joy of monolithic proportions, of an infinite amount can, no --- will, be lost. Why? WHY? Why must it? To feel in such great amounts that so much has been given and then it must be taken, ripped from my body? To feel so much happiness, and because of it, fed to sorrow. Yes, today is the day where I found true happiness, and yet too found the deepest level of my sorrow. Learn this, and learn this well: Your life, my life, everyone's, take control, live it, take chances and do everything you can to give yourself that paramount; because you must -- this is your only shot.

[wickedcurse]

i posted thi poem once here...

HER

sitting here all alone
casted by the lurking shadows
everything turned into a stone

crying until my eyes ran dry
my dignity forever lost
regrets, sorrows and pains drive me insane

my father did it to me that fateful twilight
somebody will fly, the angel for me is a devil
i must cut her hopeless wings!

now weeping at the dark corner
blood dripping in my legs, hands and arms
finally, the knife is red and nobody is breathing...


another one..
12:00

it was past midnight

still my soul drifts by

it was past midnight

i can see the stars tonight

it was past midnight

dreaming of nothing just a sleep

it was past midnight

no music played by the heartbroken

it was past midnight

cars fled, passing by the dark curve

it was past midnight

thinking about my own past

it was past midnight

hoping to close my eyes and say goodnight

it was past midnight

slumber oh please visit me gently

it was past midnight

later on i'll see the light

just hug me tight

passing another midnight

circles in my eyes...

[sikdragon]

i dont need this. double posting my foot.

[sikdragon]

forget it then

[x LUV x ALWAYS x]

please don't double post, thanks!

and thanks to everyone whos submitted so far!

keep submitting everyone!

[RiddleMeWonders]

Lee's Glance (Revised Version)

Why is it when you frown
it's like there are no answers to your questions?
There's mercy in your eyes, I've seen some softness.
A smile.
I never saw a frown dissappointed as much as yours.
I never saw a smile more knowing what it's for.
I never met a person who could so quickly change his face
Like a window had opened and the wind pasted a grin in it's place
I never felt more horrible than when you fixed me with your gaze
I never felt as weak as when you walked away
It caught me by surprise, you see; I never knew
That I could deserve the look I got from you.

[*nightmare4taki*]

EDIT

Wrong spot srry.

[x LUV x ALWAYS x]

i dont need this. double posting my foot.

oh please. don't take it so badly. i was just making a comment, not yelling at you.

Thanks to everyone who's submitted so far ! *one week left*

[heyyfrankie]

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[*not_your_average*]

Help

My heart, it cries,
With a troubling need,
For someone to reah,
Out to me.

I cry, I beg,
Hoping for a light,
As I see it heading on,
It isn't too bright.

All I see is blood,
When I slit my wrists,
It's like a puddle of rain,
Only red and deep.

Spewing out,
The redness overcomes,
Calmness sets in,
I don't need love.

The body was found,
At eight of the clock,
Fifty-six cuts,
On each bloody arm.

[sikdragon]

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just havent been particularly inspired, it's as if my carton of creative juice has just expired-
Running on empty, dried up, retired-
definitely devoid of joy and the rest just crumbles away-
patiently complacent, each place the rain pelts on my roof-
it's just the same as the weary eyed lie before-
he's wearing out his life and what for-
wasted on me as you realize that his antics are below me-
just reach out and show me-
this idea that you wish me not to see-
and for why?
just to keep my love inside-
it was always there, now you've gone and jeopardized-
it's inglorious, my easiness notorious-
how easily tempted and how easily i fall-
the world over knows, that im nothing more than a brick wall-
all these defenses and nothing behind at all-
the tributes of this craze have found that im about nothing-
whispered in silence the streams of secrets find the mouth rushing-
these unwilled words fall upon unheard ears-
the passing away over years seems as just a memory-
so sad to see, the catastrophe of agony behind-
the flash back and nothing more, so what is remembering for?
to keep the wound open and the pain alive-
live in regret and forget the knife-
it's not worth remembering, and yet it sticks within-
stuck to the ribs in teary eyed doubt-
afraid the world would find out-

[racoons > you]

GAME OVER

cant i learn...
two feet firm
on nothing
race to nothing
rat race to nothing
piss it away
burn it down
all fall down
Down
20,000 leagues under
the
see
me
run
see
spot
run
manic depressive
giggling with the needle in his arm
smile reflected in tears
heroin of isolation
addiction
to friction
supersition
dont rhyme
half rhyme
half beat
miss a beat
-
policemen beat
down the dreams
blazing guns
burning sun
the victory
aint to be won
its not a game
play the game
its not a game
play again
try again
game over

ok. i've posted this on cb before. but i like it. so in it goes

[Rachel]

Untitled.
I still remember the first day we met.
I was the new girl, you were the class clown.
Almost immediately I knew we were going to be friends.
What I did not expect, was love.
True love.
You just stole my heart with your big blue eyes and sweet smile.
Our first date was with your parents.
I came late, you had already paid.
I, of course, forgot my key and had to go home with you.
When my parents finally came an hour later, they hit it off with yours.
I was there for another three hours.
The next day, I was back at your house.
We were on your bed, it was 11:11.
You told me to make a wish.
A few minutes later, you turned to me and suprised me with a kiss.
It was our first and one of many.
Then a few minutes later, your dad walks in!
God that was funny.
We may be young but I know our love is real.
You are my rock and you are my soul.
You have this effect on me, I cannot really put it into words.
You just understand me, you get me and accept me for who I am.
I love you for that.
You truly are amazing.
I cannot stand it when we are apart.
To quote The Used:
"Every second I'm without you
I'm a mess"
I really am.
All that I ask is please, please don't break my heart.

Kiss (this one is just for fun )
Everyone always says
A kiss is just a kiss
But if it’s just a kiss
Then why do I have such bliss

I never knew I could feel
Countless things at once
These emotions hit me hard
There is love, happiness, passion, lust

I’ve experienced this sensation
Numerous times before
Yet I still can’t understand why
If it’s just a kiss, then why do I want more?

[RiddleMeWonders]

Oh what the hell.. I'll post this one too.

I’ve lain in this bed for hours on end
Counting an infinite amount of ways I could change
Contemplating satisfying the insatiable
Tugging near the back of my mind to walk outside;
An urge to witness nature by other means than that of window
Or TV screen.
I turn it over and over in my head - inside and out
By the time I’ve made the decision that it’s worth it
To get up out of my dark childishly decorated sanctuary
It's too dark out.
My backyard is just a few steps away from
pedophiles, and murderers sleeping in their homes
Or so I think
They could be blaring their trombones of restlessness
For all I know
Sometimes I go anyway, out the back gate.

A couple of jogs around the block
The moon making me look even whiter than I am
Jacket hugging my body
Street lights humming behind me
I reach the asbestos-contaminated abandoned school
Where I used to climb up to the roof

And whistle at my brother and sister because they couldn't
Reach the pipes to come up too.
I had coloring books hidden in vents that are still there
Where I used to amateurishly color in the lines
Singing my song, sung to me by my mom
“You are my sunshine”
Then I’d climb back down and go back home
To chicken noodle soup
Not fillet mignonne
But tonight it is cold and I can see my breath on the air
While warming my hands in my pockets
I stare up at the building condemned to flea market shopping,
In the old gym of it
Where I told a story to every kid
Who would listen
That Coach Griffin was murdered
By my preschool teacher Ms. Mitchell
And that was why our favorite hide out up on the roof was available
Not because the restrooms were outside
And the teachers had gotten sick with mosquito bites
And asbestosis
What lies I could tell to make them believe
That something so exciting had happened where we live
I stood there an hour thinking about the days
Wishing I could go back
And relive my life a different way
So I wouldn’t be burning with the results of my mistakes
I’m sixteen
Why am I feeling the way I am?


I need to get over it and do what I can.
A car pulled up and I took off
I came back here and I laid down
So I could do it all over again
This cycle spins round.

[WinterNights2]

The Rose that grew from the concrete

Observe the rose trapped by it's opressers
huddled inside it's shell it slowly waits
inching closer to the light after being shadowed by darkness
The concrete has been sealed for years and is thick
the rose does not believe it has the strength to get past it
but every day the rose pushes farther
the roses thorn pierces it first creating a vivid image
a slow patriotic struggle it fights
although it struggles it prevails
Watch as the rose grows confidence
the rose that has been hidden for too long
now it has an identity as a part of nature
it decided to rise up and fight what supressed it
the pain it suffered fueled its rage
Another psuedo flower, it will not become
it will live long and prosper
It gets closer now, the crimson, violet hue gets filled with light
The concrete smashes and it finally see's the light
It starts to spread open and reach to everything near it
It's warmth seperates it from everything else
Every day it grows farther and brighter
it finally has a purpose
it no longer feels the need to hide
the roses time, it can now bide
for relaxed and in the sunshine it can truly grow
release it's talents for which it was given to show
but now the rose is getting weaker
from all the pain it suffered
it slowly fades back into the darkness
waiting for another rose, to take its place
and in this cycle the life continues
as we see in the world today
we observe its patterns as wise prohets engrave
the image of the rose
remember it all started with one small entity
which created a cycle
while the small entity grew up and grew bigger
it had the courage to fight for what it believed in and needed
constnatly breaking the concrete making little dents at times
in this world remember the cycle began with nothing but
The rose that grew from the concrete.

[xtransatlanticis...]

asphalt sea

recollections
of skidded knees
of dodgeballdeathtraps
of death
and screaming metal.;

you are a sea of blacksoot memories
that embrace the air with their
fiberglass wings and rubbersouled feet.
you swathe our earth with baby's blankets of
modern and harsh-

you are asphalt that
burns to the touch on hot summer days
blazing a trail
through dead green
(no matter how we try to paint its beauty back on
it has been starved of its air)

asphalt sea,
you steal our memories of
pedestrian content
and give us oil-consuming maws
and bellowing shrills of impatience.

yet
(how can)
we praise you.

[*CrackedRearView*]

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.

[akjsd]

two plus two
doesnt always equal four
theres more than meets the eye,
5 different types of sighs .
one more way to die .
drop the knife
pull the trigger
kiss my lips
hold me closer .
close my eyes,
count to three,
four more seconds till i die .
walk around me
once not twice
now once more, make it thrice
take your aim
make it precise
bang bang .
my heart stops,
the very one you broke .
bang bang
now i'm dead .
you kno what?
f**k what they said .
yu should have told me
you loved me instead.
nine more f**king lives to live,
one last heart to break .

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i already posted this on cb, but i'm submitting it cuz its my favorite poem that i've submitted so far. (=

[MrElsewhere]

My Water Gun
By Phuc Le


I’m gonna squirt you with my water gun
For gluing my hand to the telephone
It’s thirty-two degrees outside, so run

Revenge is going to be so much fun
For stealing my jokes, not using your own
I’m gonna squirt you with my water gun

The sky is grey, you better hope for sun
Damn you, you stole my crispy ice cream cone
It’s thirty-two degrees outside, so run

I’ll laugh maniacally when it’s done
You broke my bedroom window with a stone
I’m gonna squirt you with my water gun

You put worms into my hamburger bun
Great ideas come to me when I’m alone
It’s thirty-two degrees outside, so run

I’m gonna get you back, you’ll be outdone
Then like a ninja, I’ll be gone, unknown
I’m gonna squirt you with my water gun
It’s thirty-two degrees outside, so run

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Just a little something for fun..

[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-

[x LUV x ALWAYS x]

Yeah today's the last day, any last entries?

I'll be choosing the winners on Saturday and Sunday.

I'll look through them myself, and choose the ones which I think are the best. Since there's really not that many people in this forum; not enough for a sufficient vote for which poem is the best, I'll be asking some of my friend which three out of the finalists they like the best. I'll list the winners by Monday (5/16).

Any mods can close this tomorrow, 5/14, asap.

[chinesekimchi]

This is was a writing prompt from my teacher.


The girl


Its funny really. How someone you love and spend every waking moment with is gone. Twirling the last rose he gave me makes me more curious. Why? How? Me?!

His jacket makes me feel safe and it makes me feel his presence is within me.

My tears won`t fall and so will I. Such pain fills my heart up, and everything inside is gone, empty and frozen in place. I shouldn`t have let him that his stupid pills. He doesn`t have the disease and he shouldn`t take medicine he doesn`t need.

My heart is torn but hey what can you do? The jacket and the rose evens my emotions out and makes me think, his wonderful face is watching me now.

[chinesekimchi]

oh I`m sry!!
For "I shouldn`t have let him that stupid pills" its supposed to be "I shouldn`t have let him have the stupid pills" Sry about that.

[yaamakoh]

In the essence of beauty
The emotion of pleasure
One searches for the innermost being
The true search for love for one another

Every limitation reached
To the heights veer high above the skies
What more is there left? to feel?
Empty-ness.

Condensed like a can of bittersweet soup
Burst of poety written light expressions
Could this be an interpretation of a person's mind?
One could never think love is misaligned.

Judges tend to you fool you
Jurors tend to misinterpret you
Your laywer may tend to betray you
Comfort of love, may tend to save you.

One kills for this innermost search
Once it is found, the whole process is complete.
Never again will I be alone, again.
Priceless dawns upon it's predecessors.