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Poem of The Week
Competition


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Welcome! This is the official Poem Of The Week. This competition is for those who wish to enter their poems which comply with the corrosponding theme, so that they can have some recognition for their amazing talent! At the moment this will be run by myself, Abnegation.Astinus, the Other Writing moderator will be supervising it. However I will be looking for some help in judging in the near future. If you are interested in helping, PM me (http://www.pokecommunity.com/private.php?do=newpm&u=143209) and state why you would like to judge and we can work something out. If you win Poem Of The Week, you will win an emblem which is displayed in the "details" box on the right.


Poem of the Week is a great to test your skills in the poetry world. You'll also get to see what other people think of how you express your emotions using words.

Remember to follow all Other Writing and PokeCommunity rules as posted below.

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Last Week's Winner
http://i591.photobucket.com/albums/ss359/Abnegation/POTW.png


This Week's Hosts

Vendak, Abnegation


This Week's theme
Anything

Entries must be in by
December the 26th


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Remember to keep within the Writing rules, the Poem of the Week rules and of course the PC forum wide rules. Also make sure that you post your poem within the timeline which is posted within the "This Week's Details" box.



First and foremost, NEVER plagiarize work. I will know; I check all poems, even for lyrics. I understand there may be coincidences where your poetry looks like someone else's and that's fine, but make sure it's all your own work.



You may only post 1 poem relevant to the given theme of the week. If the theme is "anything" just feel free to post any type of poem, with any theme.



Please only post good feedback on other entries within this thread. By feedback I mean good comments on why you like them rather than full criticism. But it's always nice to post in the thread of the original poem too (if there is one).



When submitting a poem either post a link to the thread that hosts the poem (must be on PC) or post the poem within the thread, and I will put it up on the first post with the others.



This is a judging contest, there will be no votes. HOWEVER you may Pm me (http://www.pokecommunity.com/private.php?do=newpm&u=143209) if you would like to express your love for a particular poem and I will take it into consideration.



You may post to state that you will be posting a poem and entering. Asking questions and the likes is also fine, all discussion may go within the thread.



If you are posting a poem please keep it nicely layed out with as little formatting as possible. It's better we don't have big bright text and numerous BB codes. It just makes it a little easier on the eyes, thank you.

So please participate, have fun, don't be shy and always remember your poetry is expression of emotions and experiences, and of course a good effort as well as talent so no matter what you write it will have a chance! I like to judge on emotion and good attempts as well as quality and content, so even if it is your first poem it most certainly stands a fighting chance!


I would also like to state that, if you win POTW, you are given the option to co-host the next competition as well as choose the new theme.

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Week one entries.
Theme: Anything
"Why Do We Yearn for It?" by SkythurBathandBeyond151

Those who don’t possess It
are able to give more to
those who do through jealousy.
Those who already have It
keep It from spreading to
those who don’t through greed.

So why do we yearn for It?
What makes It so special?
Are we better off without It?
Sadly no, It’s a sick form of structure.
We…need…structure…

Average cases bring tiaras and crowns,
while the extremes result in limelight exposure.
It appears in most of our cities and towns,
on a pedestal for the “lucky” to procure.

So why do we yearn for It?
What makes It so special?
Are we better off without It?
Sadly no, It’s a sick form of structure.
We…need…structure…

Those who have obtained It
tend to not strive towards anything,
for they already have what others want.

Those without It
advance on their dreams of feeling
that feeling they yearned for so long ago.

So why do we yearn for It?
What makes It so special?
Are we better off without It?
Sadly no, It’s a sick form of structure.
We…need…structure…



"Drunk" by Autmn Star

I saw water lilies tonight
Vast in count and very alive.
Feeling good and looking great
Ready to disco with wind and wave.

Moon and stars are looking at them
Feeling jealous for not joining the hem
How they wish they could go down
To meryl and have fun like clowns.

I was about to turn my back
When I saw a very ugly frog
Standing alone in the dark
Feeling blue cause no one's to mark.

What if I pretend to be a princess?
Will he turn into a prince with my kiss?
Oh! I'm getting weird and silly

This life makes me sound so funny.

"Clever Tricks" by Bay
Clever Tricks

Clever tricks, quick thinking!
You think everyone is your pawn?
Your head is always above the clouds,
And you never notice you are behind.
Then again, I always consider you a wayward gentleman;
So please, never misjudge the mind of a child!
"Lies - Truth" by Chibi-Helen
Lies - Truth

No, I don't hate you
Yes, I do hate you

Hate, dark ensnaring feelings, bound by the harsh gravity
Love, light enthralling feelings, lifted high above the sky

No, I don’t love you
Yes, I do love you

"Motion" by Scarf

"Motion"

Another sunset and the moon will rise
over the waterfront, aglow in the fire
of millions of insects buzzing, a game
of curved light, angles and the mind.
Dancing stars, each one an unfixed point
whose course across the night changes

but whose destination cannot change.
In my tent he rested. In my dreams I rise
to star-height, to look down and point
earth-ward where a lakeside camp fire
dwindles to ash. In my distant mind's
eye he counts the tails of wild game

he's followed, he's hunted. A game
played between man and mystery. Change
your killing ways. I'll follow with my mind.
I shout as ghosts stalking the wild, rise
to haunt a childish sky where bullets fire
but innocence somehow remains, their point

unheard. It underscores the points
he'll earn, the score he craves. What game
is it that ignites the primeval fire
that takes a man and, like moonlight, changes
him into a beast? I have tried to rise
above, to sail beyond, to flush my mind

of inconstant cares, but I am not blind. I mind
the suffering and, now enraged, I point
my accusatory finger to get a rise,
from him, to summon a storming howl. He is game.
He is cold hard cash and I am spare change.
How to tame the beast of his oven-fired

pride? I build up a black-hole bon-fire
on which we hurl the tatters of our minds'
dusty wraps. Bare as we stand, a change
of roles sparks new sight, a point
of light in motion, a chance to game
the systems that forced our passions to rise.

Bile rises, neurons fire. Like dawn, a new game
has launched our minds toward a point of change.

"Rewrite" by Inefabble

If I could rewind my life
To change the way we formed
I'd still keep all the strife
The way my harsh heart stormed
Now I see that all these things
That at the time abhorred me
Now make my heart harsh ring
Free from all the life debris
Through all the memories I keep
You are the constant glaring light
Blinding out the bitter deep
Keeping me from the fight
If I could rewrite all that I do
I wouldn't ever leave out you



Week 2 Entries
Theme: Memories
"Memories" by Autumn Star

We've been looking forward into a glorious day,
To walk down the aisle with our blue togas and caps
Smiling, sharing the most awaited moment
With friends whom we dearly love
But now it's already here, we seek to stop the time.

It hurts to realize we have to separate ways,
The twelve long years together is over
Yet our reminiscences would still remain
They would always be with us.
Cherished.

We'd love to see ourselves again
Laughing along with a joke,
Posing for crazy pictures,
Imitating somebody else mannerisms,
Just expressing ourselves.

We'd miss our daily routine
Passing due papers,
Falling in line along the corridor,
Scanning notes for quizzes,
Chatting during breaks,
Writing on our best friend, yellow pad,
Staying late after class to spend time with friends,
And of course, eating our favorite food.

We've been through problems,
Senvio to name one
But our friendship would still be firm
Twelve years of camaraderie is our foundation
It would not end just because of parting.

As we bid farewell to each other,
Our secrets and tears would accompany us
But someday, we would meet with smiles,
With memories of friendship,
Still fresh in our hearts.


Week 3
Theme: Anything
"Defiance" by Abnegation
Lying in this smoking grace,
It's fun just to see the look on your face,
I can't say why but this is a fun game,
One which will grant me fame.

Nothing you say can take this away,
I'm sorry darling you've lost your chance,
your defiance was the end of our romance.
one which raised me above you.

Forgiveness is lost for you now,
I'm happy to see you follow the crowd,
Individuality sets me apart from others insanity,
The way your heart melts, makes you just like everyone else.

Let's make this a night to remember, Cast others away,
Because after this our love will never last another day.
"Untitled" By SkythurBathandBeyond151
My heart was once whole.
Who knew words could hurt so much?
Like a dagger’s strike,
yet your words left deeper wounds.
I was cast aside, alone…

You struck so quickly.
Were you always this heartless?
Now I understand,
this was your plan all along.
You wanted my heart, broken…

We still aren’t the same.
You truly thought this would work?
I am stronger now,
and your intentions have failed.
I still have my heart, intact…

This pain cannot hide.
Is it obvious I lied?
Of course I have failed,
I didn’t believe myself.
I always loved you, still do…

My heart is no more.
Where will your plans take you now?
To another sap,
who you will “love” and then leave.
If only I knew, sooner…

"Omega" by Spearow
The hour before the world wakes
and the birds start singing
The sky is red.
(and in an empty room my alarm clock is ringing)

I press my nose onto wet park bench and pretend
I was the only one to survive
I play ghost news-reporter and ask,
How does it feel to be the last man alive?

"Bored Poem" by Aurevesque
It can’t possibly be this hard, to think of something to write.
As lines grow before me, I erase what I’ve typed.
They seem to shrink and grow again as they come to mind,
then disappear and leave me, with just a pitiful line.
It’s hard to write without much thought, idea or persuasion,
only a simple verse to start on and no strict foundation.
One last attempt at what is a whatever;
nothing much, just a boredom buster.
One last verse to this pathetic poem,
only four more lines to go,
and I’ll be finished
this thought will diminish
and I can get on with this day.

"Super Heroes" by Revelation

There are many superheroes in my life,
That gave me strength and hope.
They never leave me alone,
Especially when I need shoulder to lean
on.

I really love them all,
Because they show me how much they
care.
They don't want to see me crying,
Because it makes them feel like dying.

For me, they can climb a thousand
walls,
Compared to Spiderman.
They can fly higher than Superman,
Or even stronger than the all-known
Batman.

All of the superheroes in me life,
Are kind and lovable.
They are always there guiding me,
And loving me most of all.

Superheroes are hard to find,
Because they only show up sometimes.
But I'm thankful 'coz I'm lucky,
For having them in my life.

I don't want to lose them
'Coz they're a big part of me.
So that I am always praying,
That God will never take them away.

Like Peter Pan, superheroes are only
fantasy,
Found in Neverland.
But for me there are some superheroes,
Living in our native land.

"Paint the stream" by Edam




As the wind softly brushes on my clothes
I’m reminded of how the water flows
So gently rushing down the stream
Each step I get closer to you it feels like a dream


Moving slowly apart again
Each step away I feel this great pain
So many colours for how long will they hold
Some hiding away, others standing out bold


So many things and so little time
Right now I’m just waiting for a sign
Everything around me makes me think of you
There’s only one thing I can say now and that’s; I love you.


Week 4
Theme: Love

"Broken Hearts And Shades" by Edam

I sit down in the cooling shade
Sitting next to me is you
In a little imaginary world of our own
Sitting there doing nothing just us two

I look at you and how your hair blows in the wind
My eyes close as I can’t believe we are here
And I know we’ll have to go
And on my face lies a tear

Why can’t they see I love you so much?
They’ll split us apart and take our hearts away
I want to protest I know it’s not right
As we break apart as I don’t know what to say
Only one sentence breaks out from my lips
As I give you my last kiss.

I love you so,
And I’ll never let you go.

"You Remember" by Bay

You remember, the first time we met?
I first saw—no, heard—you by your melody. Your eyes matched the tone of that song.
Intense. Ambitious. Passionate.
You flee, I flee; both of us turned back. Your lips escaped a chuckle.
I knew it was love at first sight because your smile—

—took me to another place I never saw before. Yes, it was you.
You remember, the smell of the salty ocean and the falling of petals?
Your cheeks against mine, our hands secured one another.
“I love you” sounded heart wrenching, melting.
That was the first time you—

—said that to me once more. Yes, you did.
You remember, the sunset that is the same color as your eyes?
Intense. Ambitious. Passionate.
As soon your lips locked onto mine, I felt light and entered into another world.
Heaven. In between. Hell.
Falling and not thinking, such a great feeling; you felt the same way. I heard your—

—high heels making tapping sounds, loud and thunderous. Yes, your high heels were that loud (but I love the noises from them).
You remember? Two of us dancing under the moonlight, your dress twirling elegantly like doves flying?
Our waltz was too fast, too strong, but we were not tired.
Your eyes! Oh, how I saw—

—another dear lover in your arms. Yes, I saw.
You remember, the two of you at the garden? Of course you do.
Cliché to say my heart broke into rains of shards, but true nonetheless.
“Please forgive me” sounded disgusting, without meaning. I flee; no turning back.

These memories held me back, always sneaking up on me the less expected.
Yes, I thought I would never move forward. I was behind the times. I come to terms, though.
Time is ticking, time is fleeing; we cannot keep up .
Both of us went our respected roads, one of us towards ice, the other towards fire.
Nothing is everlasting (not even memories) until we enter another world.
Heaven. In between. Hell.
I am indeed in hell—nothing but hate for you (and forever more).
Intense. Ambitious. Passionate.
Now, I am content, more than ever before.

"Confusion" by Inefabble



A harsh goodbye is waiting
So let me die and atone
In the corner of my heart
Controlling me, keeping me
I could say many sweet things
but a blank mind doesn't produce
If I kept to all the rules
and stayed out of the limelight
would I be forgotten?

If I didn't protest or clamour
would I disappear from your sight?
I offer to you a free heart
But will you take and discard?
So I keep to my own self
but inside I'm screaming out

I'm here.
Notice me..

I've learnt to keep a steely heart
So could you make me forget?
If I was made for this feeling
Then why does it feel so crude?
I was brought so low and you saved me
I could keep to my single part in the shadows
but will you let me step out into the light
and take the leading role in your head?
 
We are one but split painfully
I try to mend the tear that was created
but you move and jerk so fast
I forget to hold on and go flying
Show me your love if it's real
or I'll just disappear as if I never was
Your words were sweet but sickly
Was this love or just hollow sophistry?

"Star" by Aurevesque

You are my star
The one I can’t live without.
My world revolves around you
And I can never fall out
From this attraction that pulls us together
When we say “I do”
I know it is forever
I came from the darkness
And was guided toward light
You are my star
And you gave me my sight.
And every day,
Since my eyes have been opened
I drink in your voice
Those beautiful words you have spoken
"I love you and only you”
It plays through my mind
When you’re not with me
When I’m all alone and can barely see.
So take my hand
And we’ll ride through the night
On comets and meteors,
With you my star, everything’s always bright.

"I better Win" by Klippy


I wrote this poem with the intention to win
[I dgaf to find anything to rhyme here]
Give me the emblem; I'll let mistakes pass
Tell me I lost and I'll kick your ass

"In Your Arms" by Dr. Gregory House

There once was a girl,
Her name was Saline,
She shone like a Pearl,
She was only seventeen.

Saline my lady,
This poem's for you,
It will never be shady,
You're like human, Methylene Blue.

You're a cure and you heal,
You're a stain of my life,
And I just want to feel what I know isn't real,
I want to play you a fife.

You look to me so mystic like Psyche,
You're resemble a magestic Mountain Pine,
You embody the goddess Nike,
But you'll never be mine.

I don't know how or where or why,
I even try to think,
'Cause you're just here and everywhere,
You light my world with pink.

Life's nothing 'til you are there,
It's really quite the drag,
But you are cute and funny too,
And you'll never be a nag.

It seems to me like life is done,
And all I do is jade,
'Til you show up and one by one,
My fails just start to faid.

It feels like I have given in,
Like I cannot bloom,
I hope to think that you'll be yellow,
Like a White, Spanish Broom.

Of all the things I care to say,
I want you to just listen,
That if you were mine and mine today,
Then my eyes would glisten.

I wouldn't cry with sad or shame,
It wouldn't be the worst,
Like an inertial reference frame,
My sadness reimbursed.

Scantily clad I'd hope you're not,
'Cause I'm not into that,
You're a shining winding knot,
But you'll never be a brat.

Sometimes it's always certainly hard,
To even think an atom,
I'll hire the newest avante-garde,
And we can make a stratum.

An intertwining piece of heaven,
Is all but what I seek,
Without the chance to leaven,
Divine is your physique.

To be of me is to be of sea,
I toss and turn and never sleep,
'Cause I want to feel your glee,
Like a wild mountain sheep.

The beauty of magic,
There's so much to mention,
It might to me sound tragic,
But you're the sound of ascension.

You'd a goddess in human forme,
Like Aphrodite is reborn,
In you're wake's a Silver Storm,
And things you leave adorn.

You're like a Flower,
Your brown long hair,
A superpower Meteor Shower,
A burst of lightning flair.

You're essence of Archangel,
You don't belong with me,
Sometimes it's ugly like a morel,
But you're beauty's perferction, to the nth degree.

I don't know why I'm writing this,
I can never quite imagine,
They say that love is bliss,
But I'll take it on the chin.

I'll never have you in my grasp,
That's one thing that's for sure,
'Cause if there's one thing I want more,
It's you, to answer for.

Week 5
Theme: Winter

"Snowflake Dance" by Aureveque

They fall softly,
Quietly,
Silently,
along the dark roads.
They dance, gracefully,
Serenely,
Lazily
through the air.
They go soundlessly,
Quickly,
Suddenly,
in the winter sun.
I wait eagerly,
Hopefully,
Impatiently
for them to come.

"Untitled" by Klippy
I'm cold as hell
Skin's turned pale
Degrees turn low
Winters sure blow

"Winter Whispers" by Dr. Gregory House
You see the misty, morning fog,
Did all but make my hair,
Bristle with chill and cold and fear,
And made me feel despair at heart,
Because I would not listen,
To the calls and howls of late,
That all but begged my attention.

I thought I heard something,
From deep inside the Mist,
I swear it was just talking,
But it's something that I wished,
Because of something,
I may have missed.

To see it come alive around me,
It starts to quiver and to shake,
It's cold and chilled and freezing me,
I'd imagine like silver it breaks,

It gallops with the howling wind,
And twists and turns and threatens.
But I'm still scared and yet again,
It's like it's standing there,

It looks to me, like a figure.
It's dark and shaped and getting closer,
My hand is on the trigger,

And all around me the fog just grows,
It beckons me to fire.

My hand is shaking now,
I'm finding it so hard,
I cannot feel my hands,
And I also cannot breathe,

But on it goes, I say to me,
So why don't I just do it?

"Pull the trigger", it persuades.
But if it weren't for Winter,
I would still be sane.
I don't know how to say,
It suggests me to do things,
Your death will not be in vain.

But I back away,
And I do not listen,
Because it's just a fog,
A misty, morning, freezing fog,
That always likes to whisper.
"Hell Froze Over" by Silver Smeargle Splatter

An icy glaze over my fingertips
whether from the air or your touch,
I felt the seasons change between
the sky and earth
as well as us.
A cold wind kisses my face
unlike your lips.
It seemed the cold came
earlier when you were around.
But it's all just a recollection
of a cold hell--
last winter.

Week 6 entries
Theme: Green


"The Green of Envy" by Dr. Gregory House
Note: Was not eligable to win due to being a host.

I was walking down the street today,
And if it's one thing that I saw,
It was a green and fresh and sparkly tree,
And it had the most beautiful sway,

But if there was one thing,
That I felt like it thought,
It had the feeling of envy,
For the colours of Spring,

The colours of red and blue,
The colours of Autumn and the colours of wind,
A spectrum of colour lighting up the dark,
Of pink and purple and yellow too,

Only though, there was one thing it felt,
And it seemed to fill it with green,
It was the envy of others, the envy of colour,
And with one thing, it was green, that was dealt.
"Untitled" by Klippy
Nuclear explosions in the sky
I can tell we're all going to die
Skin burning and bleeding green
Organs fall; there's my spleen

I'm still alive, yet completely dead
A dismembered arm, severed head
I crawl to water, but it's glowing
Dust and smoke are still blowing

I'm alone, but people surround me
Lifeless corpses against my eye
Choke on blood; begin to cry
Sissy baby; say goodbye
"Untitled" by Aurevesque

She never knew what would happen,
with just a seed to plant,
that a garden would sprout up,
when she sang her chant.
up went the daisy and the lily
and the wild rose.
and faithfully she tended it,
and tried to help each grow.
The plants they bloomed from patience,
from joy and hope and love
that came from the gentle hands,
of the garden gloves.
those daisies grew up straight and tall,
they shined as a diamond does in the sun.
The roses and their ruby petals
grew up by the pond.
Each bright green stem and emerald vines,
were all grown with her care,
and continue to come back,
after each winter, summer, spring and autumn
throughout all the years.
"Jealousy" by Ineffable
I'm green
I feel it all over me
but I feel her all over you
Whenever my hands meets yours
I know they've met hers too

I must be so insecure
To think she gets to you
like she gets straight to me
I'm not even sure if I'm right
This could all be in my mind

But your eyes follow her
when she walks across the room
and I know that I'm green
Not like the leaves on the trees
I'm far from sweet I'm sour

When she's talking to you
Do you see straight through her
and see me?
Or when I'm talking to you
Do you see straight through me
and see her?

Maybe we're too different
You're the free spirit
and I'm the rusty cage
I want to keep you locked up
Where you just want to fly

Maybe I should let you
If you're not happy with me
But selfishly I want you to stay
So I'll let myself be this way
For as long as you don't mind

Week 7
Theme: Imagination

"Games of the mind" by Edam
I can hear you whisper my name
I can't see you anywhere
I shout out and realise it's you whose to blame

I reach out into thin air
Trying to hold onto you
But you aren't there

I remember all the good times and smile
But that time has gone
You're now twisted and vile

I grab my head in frustration
I twist turn and shout as my thoughts give way
As you envelop the whole of my imagination

"Broken" by Abnegation

Broken, now, I know I've gone to far,
Sinking, now I know why this has led to despair,
Feeling undone, what have I become?
I feel my mind twisting, my thoughts are racing.

My memory has shaped mountains into imagination,
My thoughts had dried out seas of theories,
What once was or going to be, is now surreal,
I feel it tearing at my bone, guilt, cannot be undone.

Getting lost in thought, has caused the discord of my relationships,
Imagining what this could unviel, I've lost your life,
I no longer breath air, all I know is smoke,
Smoke from the fire that is guilt and wounds.

I bare these scars because I thought too much,
I broke a promise and now, imagination has broken me.

Week 8
Theme: Seasons

"Winter's Eve" By Samme!

With the candles in the window,
The lights strung in the trees,
I still trudge through the snow with it up to my knees.

The chimney puffs out curly swirls,
against the dull gray skies,
warming up their spirits with no need of a guise.

A few crystalline flakes,
drifting lazily to the ground,
urge me to pick up the pace and look towards the sound.

I hear a few ballads,
and the joy in their tone,
making me wish even more that I was back at my home.

The work I've performed,
not always so great,
just increases my desire to not get home so late.


"Autmn Blues"
Leaves fall to the ground,
Brown, yellow and red,
The pavements covered in the different colours,
Everywhere i tread

A tall figure sweeps the leaves,
The leaves stick together,
A bird flying high above.
And then suddenly drops a feather onto the grass.

Grass and mud are wet,
Claw marks from a badger that had dug there,
Discarded flowers that used to be violet,
Now brown and slowly turning black.

Autumn can show a change of events,
At old age things can die,
Though new things can be born,
And then Autumn ends with a sigh.


"Life's Litmus" by txteclipse
Green
the grass in spring
a newborn's eyes
and candied things

the road to walk begins in green

Umber
the wheat in summer
a sun-kissed tan
on youthful lovers

the soul's flower blooms into umber

Brown
the leaves in autumn
soft nostalgia
and skin like parchment

the spice of age matures into brown

White
winter's bite
the blank of death
and heaven's light

the litmus of life fades into white


Week 9
Theme: Glass

"Glass" by Aurevesque

The tears slide down the windowpane
The bullet breaks through the steel.
The water reflects on top of metal.
And it some ways it’s not real.
Yet there’s your reflection
And it’s shining through,
The ugly hard, truth,
The seeing of you
It’s all together
In a mirror.
Whether you
like it
or not

"I Had Nothing Else To Do" by The Doctor
the mantelpiece shines above
the opaque pot only reflects the love
through the window, does light reflect
as I look on what I expect

a rainbow slides through the panes
when it touches eyes above, only action is to feign
then the panes intertwine until black
blocked out and made of flack

as the world moves around
nothing comes through, but bare sound
as the sun arises, outcomes the shining light
something that would give a vapourish fright

Week: 10
Theme: Manipulation

":>" by Klippy
Manipulation is a mod at PC
He enjoys peanuts and jelly
When Ireland lost to France,
Manipulation did a dance

We're talking on MSN right now
About a jerk, a noob and a cow
This poem is about Manipulation
Don't try to disqualify it, Abnegation

This poem is ironic genius
It has nothing to do with zebras
Manipulation lives in England
Nothing witty rhymes with England

Give me the emblem so I can stop writing poems
In five minutes, then posting them

"Manipulation" by Aurevesque

Her gaze entranced him.
Made him want her even more.
So what could he say when she beckoned to him?
So he followed, her trail of floral perfume leading him on.
She was beautiful, as lovely as the moon.
And seemed as distant as one too.
No one could have her,
Because they could never get close
Without losing something precious.
She was “persuasive”
Using what she had.
He would soon learn what others had learned before
As he stared transfixed in her direction
Her name was Manipulation
And there was a reason why.
There was danger in those eyes
And it danced furiously as she “convinced” others
With her deadly glamour.

Week 11
Theme: Anything

"A Tree A Home" by Apple Juice
Once upon a very long time
There lived a very huge tree
It had roots upon roots
For many wondering eyes to see
It's leaves were dark green
A deep, attractive color
With it's strong brown trunk
And it's many multi-colored seeds for one another

Once upon a very long time
A tree lived inside a forest
The tree was biggest among the others
It's lived for a thousand years
Very lonely besides wondering birds
But then I came along
Hungry tattered and alone
I saw the tree
Its branches flown
To one side
And I found my home away from home

So once upon a time
It shouldn't be that long
I found a tree
And now it's my home

"The Theatre Of Forgotten People" by Scarf


streetlamp rain falls on my smokey shouldered overcoat
as I tell you about the theatre of forgotten people

Summerless skies sound the clap of thunder
the gloomy mood of clover grows underfoot

soot-black honey conceals the shadows of our passage
backstage - clothing us in shapeless masks and costumes

curtains draw to the silence of the crowd
crab-like, clown-like, Diva takes her cue

ghostly notes echo through the dust-sprinkled air
moved by her voiceless song and babushka eyes

already made brittle under their high-pressure gaze
unwitting performer, you Galatea, statuesque, crack

"This Baloon" by AyseliperaThis balloon is renowned
it has been all over town.
From the prison to the people
the priest had seen it in the steeple.

Past the priest and to the farm
animals viewed it from the barn.
Over hills, into the valley
flying by the concourse rally.

Workers in the factory saw it rising high
the children in the school, waved to it goodbye.
Crack the shutters and watch it go
like a serene river this balloon surely flows.

Above the brook and through the trees
to a distant island surrounded by sea,
this balloon is my own.
My balloon has finally found its home.

Week 12
Theme: Anything
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Alexithymia~
September 5th, 2009, 06:56 AM
I've decided to give this a try, and will post my entry/attempt before the week is up~

I Laugh at your Misfortune!
September 5th, 2009, 09:10 AM
Hi, quick question - you said no writing haiku, as it's too short. However, what about a collection of say, three to five Haiku poems? to be honest, I probably wouldn't do it myself, but I'm kinda curious.

Or how about a collection of linking Haiku, such as:

This contest is good
It should get lots of rewards
Abnegation rocks
For thinking of this cool thing
But would this count, eh?

:D

stranger
September 5th, 2009, 09:14 AM
Hi, quick question - you said no writing haiku, as it's too short. However, what about a collection of say, three to five Haiku poems? to be honest, I probably wouldn't do it myself, but I'm kinda curious.

Or how about a collection of linking Haiku, such as:

This contest is good
It should get lots of rewards
Abnegation rocks
For thinking of this cool thing
But would this count, eh?

:D


Well a collection of Haiku's wouldn't be a haiku any longer would it?
xD So yes that would be fine

Kazukii
September 6th, 2009, 12:39 AM
Yeah I should be giving this a go. Probably later today as school work will busy me during the school days.

Reminiscing
September 6th, 2009, 03:05 AM
Oo I wanna enter this stuffs. But how many stanzas should we make?
I'm just curious.

Gymnotide
September 6th, 2009, 03:52 AM
Hi, quick question - you said no writing haiku, as it's too short. However, what about a collection of say, three to five Haiku poems? to be honest, I probably wouldn't do it myself, but I'm kinda curious.

Or how about a collection of linking Haiku, such as:

This contest is good
It should get lots of rewards
Abnegation rocks
For thinking of this cool thing
But would this count, eh?

:D

That's actually a different type of poem altogether.
I can't remember the name off the top of my head.

edit I know that the overall poem type is called a waka and that the 5-liner is called a tanka, but that type of poem ends in a 7-7 couplet.
aieieieieieiee

Barney.
September 6th, 2009, 05:16 AM
I'll go emo for you Gavlar.

May enter sometime.

stranger
September 6th, 2009, 06:36 AM
Yeah I should be giving this a go. Probably later today as school work will busy me during the school days.

No pressure, just get your poem in by the 11th if you plan on entering this week

That's actually a different type of poem altogether.
I can't remember the name off the top of my head.

edit I know that the overall poem type is called a waka and that the 5-liner is called a tanka, but that type of poem ends in a 7-7 couplet.
aieieieieieiee

Yeah I can't seem to find a name myself, I've thought of a few different things but they don't entirely fit so I think it's more of a custom poem. (until I can find something that is).

I'll go emo for you Gavlar.

May enter sometime.

Good to see you taking part Joe.

Oo I wanna enter this stuffs. But how many stanzas should we make?
I'm just curious.

That is purely up to you. If you are following a given style then you'll know how many. For example a sonnet might have 3 stanzas and a final 2 line one depending on what way you lay it out. But as I say it's up to you. What looks right to you should be fine ;)

Michii
September 6th, 2009, 08:33 AM
Erm, I suppose I'm now entering. :'D

stranger
September 6th, 2009, 09:57 AM
Awsome Michii.
Just a reminder guys, all entries for this week will have to be entered by the 11th of September this month. So that's 5 days.
I will announce this week's winner (depending on how many entries I get) early next week. So possibly a few days into next weeks competition. However I will try my best to announce the winner as fast as I can.

Esper
September 6th, 2009, 10:48 AM
I'm entering and I have a question. Are we allowed rewrites/edits or are we stuck with a poem as is once we post it?

stranger
September 6th, 2009, 10:56 AM
I'm entering and I have a question. Are we allowed rewrites/edits or are we stuck with a poem as is once we post it?

Hmm good question. However I would rather you not rewrite or edit a poem. If it is something minor I will take it into consideration. Try to make sure you are completely happy before entering.

Sydian
September 6th, 2009, 11:11 AM
Heyo, potential PotM entry writers. I've already been given permission to help with the hosting, so I just thought I'd let you know. I'm looking forward to reading your entries and...yeah...that's...pretty much it. Well, let's get writin', kids.

stranger
September 6th, 2009, 12:24 PM
Heyo, potential PotM entry writers. I've already been given permission to help with the hosting, so I just thought I'd let you know. I'm looking forward to reading your entries and...yeah...that's...pretty much it. Well, let's get writin', kids.

Thanks for helping out.
SSS will be co-hosting and in case I want to enter SSS will be the main host. (I have to have some fun too right?) xD
But I will be exepmt from juding or anything like that if I enter and I will have the same chance as everyone else.

Sydian
September 6th, 2009, 12:35 PM
Thanks for helping out.
SSS will be co-hosting and in case I want to enter SSS will be the main host. (I have to have some fun too right?) xD
But I will be exepmt from juding or anything like that if I enter and I will have the same chance as everyone else.

That's also vice versa for myself, as well. However, I don't intend to enter very often; it depends on the theme.

Oh, and just for clarification, there isn't a scoring system like the SWC (Small Writing Contest) in Pkmn Fan Fics/Poetry.

stranger
September 6th, 2009, 02:47 PM
I also want to state that you do not need to post your poems publically.
I will need to quote a verse or line or two if you win. However if you want to enter privately, PM me your poem and confirm within the thread that you are entering.

SkythurBathandBeyond151
September 6th, 2009, 10:31 PM
Here is my entry entitled "Why Do We Yearn for It?"

Those who don’t possess It
are able to give more to
those who do through jealousy.

Those who already have It
keep It from spreading to
those who don’t through greed.

So why do we yearn for It?
What makes It so special?
Are we better off without It?
Sadly no, It’s a sick form of structure.
We…need…structure…

Average cases bring tiaras and crowns,
while the extremes result in limelight exposure.
It appears in most of our cities and towns,
on a pedestal for the “lucky” to procure.

So why do we yearn for It?
What makes It so special?
Are we better off without It?
Sadly no, It’s a sick form of structure.
We…need…structure…

Those who have obtained It
tend to not strive towards anything,
for they already have what others want.

Those without It
advance on their dreams of feeling
that feeling they yearned for so long ago.

So why do we yearn for It?
What makes It so special?
Are we better off without It?
Sadly no, It’s a sick form of structure.
We…need…structure…

beauty. proletariat
September 7th, 2009, 03:33 AM
I will enter. I have a poem in "the works" since last week XD just gotta add a couple of lines :3

Its a sonnet in ababbcbccdcdee :D

edit:

welcome back gavz :D

stranger
September 7th, 2009, 10:47 AM
I will enter. I have a poem in "the works" since last week XD just gotta add a couple of lines :3

Its a sonnet in ababbcbccdcdee :D

edit:

welcome back gavz :D

Oh awesome! Good to see you're entering. Looking forward to seeing it! Also you may participate as much as you wish!

Here is my entry entitled "Why Do We Yearn for It?"

Those who don’t possess It
are able to give more to
those who do through jealousy.

Those who already have It
keep It from spreading to
those who don’t through greed.

So why do we yearn for It?
What makes It so special?
Are we better off without It?
Sadly no, It’s a sick form of structure.
We…need…structure…

Average cases bring tiaras and crowns,
while the extremes result in limelight exposure.
It appears in most of our cities and towns,
on a pedestal for the “lucky” to procure.

So why do we yearn for It?
What makes It so special?
Are we better off without It?
Sadly no, It’s a sick form of structure.
We…need…structure…

Those who have obtained It
tend to not strive towards anything,
for they already have what others want.

Those without It
advance on their dreams of feeling
that feeling they yearned for so long ago.

So why do we yearn for It?
What makes It so special?
Are we better off without It?
Sadly no, It’s a sick form of structure.
We…need…structure…




Oh god an entry! That's 2 so far, I've recieved one via PM also. I just want to see if I can put it up in public.

Bay Alexison
September 9th, 2009, 06:53 PM
Okay, here's my entry. I originally was about to do a sonnet, but I didn't like it. >.> So instead I went for an epigram, which is a short, clever poem with a witty turn at the end. Whether it's clever or witty it's for everyone to decide. XD

Clever Tricks

Clever tricks, quick thinking!
You think everyone is your pawn?
Your head is always above the clouds,
And you never notice you are behind.
Then again, I always consider you a wayward gentleman;
So please, never misjudge the mind of a child!

chibi-helen
September 9th, 2009, 07:42 PM
Here is my entry ^^

Lies - Truth

No, I don't hate you
Yes, I do hate you

Hate, dark ensnaring feelings, bound by the harsh gravity
Love, light enthralling feelings, lifted high above the sky

No, I don’t love you
Yes, I do love you

Esper
September 10th, 2009, 02:16 AM
Here's my entry, a sestina because that's how I roll.

"Motion"

Another sunset and the moon will rise
over the waterfront, aglow in the fire
of millions of insects buzzing, a game
of curved light, angles and the mind.
Dancing stars, each one an unfixed point
whose course across the night changes

but whose destination cannot change.
In my tent he rested. In my dreams I rise
to star-height, to look down and point
earth-ward where a lakeside camp fire
dwindles to ash. In my distant mind's
eye he counts the tails of wild game

he's followed, he's hunted. A game
played between man and mystery. Change
your killing ways. I'll follow with my mind.
I shout as ghosts stalking the wild, rise
to haunt a childish sky where bullets fire
but innocence somehow remains, their point

unheard. It underscores the points
he'll earn, the score he craves. What game
is it that ignites the primeval fire
that takes a man and, like moonlight, changes
him into a beast? I have tried to rise
above, to sail beyond, to flush my mind

of inconstant cares, but I am not blind. I mind
the suffering and, now enraged, I point
my accusatory finger to get a rise,
from him, to summon a storming howl. He is game.
He is cold hard cash and I am spare change.
How to tame the beast of his oven-fired

pride? I build up a black-hole bon-fire
on which we hurl the tatters of our minds'
dusty wraps. Bare as we stand, a change
of roles sparks new sight, a point
of light in motion, a chance to game
the systems that forced our passions to rise.

Bile rises, neurons fire. Like dawn, a new game
has launched our minds toward a point of change.

Gymnotide
September 10th, 2009, 03:03 AM
By the way, Gavinu, could you fix your CSS code for the opening post?
Set it as "width:100%;padding:20px;" please. It will look better and right now you're breaking PC rules ;)

stranger
September 10th, 2009, 08:59 AM
Okay, here's my entry. I originally was about to do a sonnet, but I didn't like it. >.> So instead I went for an epigram, which is a short, clever poem with a witty turn at the end. Whether it's clever or witty it's for everyone to decide. XD

Clever Tricks

Clever tricks, quick thinking!
You think everyone is your pawn?
Your head is always above the clouds,
And you never notice you are behind.
Then again, I always consider you a wayward gentleman;
So please, never misjudge the mind of a child!

Cool, thanks for your entry!

Here is my entry ^^

Lies - Truth

No, I don't hate you
Yes, I do hate you

Hate, dark ensnaring feelings, bound by the harsh gravity
Love, light enthralling feelings, lifted high above the sky

No, I don’t love you
Yes, I do love you

Awesome I'll add it to the main post with the others

Here's my entry, a sestina because that's how I roll.

"Motion"

Another sunset and the moon will rise
over the waterfront, aglow in the fire
of millions of insects buzzing, a game
of curved light, angles and the mind.
Dancing stars, each one an unfixed point
whose course across the night changes

but whose destination cannot change.
In my tent he rested. In my dreams I rise
to star-height, to look down and point
earth-ward where a lakeside camp fire
dwindles to ash. In my distant mind's
eye he counts the tails of wild game

he's followed, he's hunted. A game
played between man and mystery. Change
your killing ways. I'll follow with my mind.
I shout as ghosts stalking the wild, rise
to haunt a childish sky where bullets fire
but innocence somehow remains, their point

unheard. It underscores the points
he'll earn, the score he craves. What game
is it that ignites the primeval fire
that takes a man and, like moonlight, changes
him into a beast? I have tried to rise
above, to sail beyond, to flush my mind

of inconstant cares, but I am not blind. I mind
the suffering and, now enraged, I point
my accusatory finger to get a rise,
from him, to summon a storming howl. He is game.
He is cold hard cash and I am spare change.
How to tame the beast of his oven-fired

pride? I build up a black-hole bon-fire
on which we hurl the tatters of our minds'
dusty wraps. Bare as we stand, a change
of roles sparks new sight, a point
of light in motion, a chance to game
the systems that forced our passions to rise.

Bile rises, neurons fire. Like dawn, a new game
has launched our minds toward a point of change.


Okie doke I'll add you in

By the way, Gavinu, could you fix your CSS code for the opening post?
Set it as "width:100%;padding:20px;" please. It will look better and right now you're breaking PC rules ;)

Yupp all done, thanks for pointing that out!

Gymnotide
September 10th, 2009, 12:40 PM
HOLY, I see a sestina. I love you.

Alexithymia~
September 11th, 2009, 11:59 AM
Here's my entry. I'm not so sure.. It's a bit blarghy, but I started too late.
Oh well..

Rewritten

If I could rewind my life
To change the way we formed
I'd still keep all the strife
The way my harsh heart stormed
Now I see that all these things
That at the time abhorred me
Now make my heart harsh ring
Free from all the life debris
Through all the memories I keep
You are the constant glaring light
Blinding out the bitter deep
Keeping me from the fight
If I could rewrite all that I do
I wouldn't ever leave out you

stranger
September 11th, 2009, 12:13 PM
Okay I cant edit the thread as I'm stuck with a bad computer but the winner will be announced asap tomorrow.
Currently there is,a little under 4 hours left to enter so if you've got an entry you best post soon!

Result

First of all, I would like to thank all those who have entered this week! I was very suprised by the turn out! ALthough I knew PC had great poets, talent, and interest within poetry; I simply had no idea that so many of you would take interest in the first week! I hope you all keep submitting your poems and keep interest within the section!

Again, well done to all particpants. You all did magnificently well, but there has to be a winner right? So, without further ado...




This Week's Poem Of the Week
"Motion" by Scarf




Another sunset and the moon will rise
over the waterfront, aglow in the fire
of millions of insects buzzing, a game
of curved light, angles and the mind.
Dancing stars, each one an unfixed point
whose course across the night changes

but whose destination cannot change.
In my tent he rested. In my dreams I rise
to star-height, to look down and point
earth-ward where a lakeside camp fire
dwindles to ash. In my distant mind's
eye he counts the tails of wild game

he's followed, he's hunted. A game
played between man and mystery. Change
your killing ways. I'll follow with my mind.
I shout as ghosts stalking the wild, rise
to haunt a childish sky where bullets fire
but innocence somehow remains, their point

unheard. It underscores the points
he'll earn, the score he craves. What game
is it that ignites the primeval fire
that takes a man and, like moonlight, changes
him into a beast? I have tried to rise
above, to sail beyond, to flush my mind

of inconstant cares, but I am not blind. I mind
the suffering and, now enraged, I point
my accusatory finger to get a rise,
from him, to summon a storming howl. He is game.
He is cold hard cash and I am spare change.
How to tame the beast of his oven-fired

pride? I build up a black-hole bon-fire
on which we hurl the tatters of our minds'
dusty wraps. Bare as we stand, a change
of roles sparks new sight, a point
of light in motion, a chance to game
the systems that forced our passions to rise.

Bile rises, neurons fire. Like dawn, a new game
has launched our minds toward a point of change.

Outro

I will update the new guidelines for this weeks Poem of the Week competition later today. For now, last week's details will remain there until I get the chance to update!

Any questions? Feel free to ask!

Again, well done to all participants. I enjoyed reading through your entries and look forward to seeing more of your work!

beauty. proletariat
September 11th, 2009, 03:49 PM
Congratulations to the winner but == I was just about to post mine XD

stranger
September 11th, 2009, 03:54 PM
Congratulations to the winner but == I was just about to post mine XD

Sorry about that but I was stcking by my timezone ;~;
You can save it though, there might be a corrosponding theme this week!
Depending on whether Scarf chooses to pick one or not =]

Bay Alexison
September 11th, 2009, 04:03 PM
Congrats, Scraf! A Sestina does looks interesting, but I don't think I can do it well as you. XD

I might try another poem, but depends on the theme. XD

Esper
September 11th, 2009, 07:01 PM
Yay, this makes my day. Thanks for the congrats, everyone.

chibi-helen
September 11th, 2009, 11:35 PM
Congratulations Scarf ^^ It was for sure a good poem

Alexithymia~
September 12th, 2009, 01:27 AM
Congradulamations~

*claps* You deserved it. Your poem was a great read.

Kazukii
September 12th, 2009, 01:32 AM
Congratulations! I'm sorry I didn't get round to doing this. I got bombed with homework.

stranger
September 12th, 2009, 11:33 AM
Okay, this weeks competition has now commenced.


Theme: Memories.
Hosts: Myself, Scarf & Silver Smeargle Splatter.

For more info reffer to the main post.

Good luck everyone! Hope to see lots of entries!

Reminiscing
September 15th, 2009, 02:37 AM
hey late congrats to the winner :D
Here's my entry again. I'm not sure of this, I submitted this poem in my school's yearbook but..o well ^_^
Memories

We've been looking forward into a glorious day,
To walk down the aisle with our blue togas and caps
Smiling, sharing the most awaited moment
With friends whom we dearly love
But now it's already here, we seek to stop the time.

It hurts to realize we have to separate ways,
The twelve long years together is over
Yet our reminiscences would still remain
They would always be with us.
Cherished.

We'd love to see ourselves again
Laughing along with a joke,
Posing for crazy pictures,
Imitating somebody else mannerisms,
Just expressing ourselves.

We'd miss our daily routine
Passing due papers,
Falling in line along the corridor,
Scanning notes for quizzes,
Chatting during breaks,
Writing on our best friend, yellow pad,
Staying late after class to spend time with friends,
And of course, eating our favorite food.

We've been through problems,
Senvio to name one
But our friendship would still be firm
Twelve years of camaraderie is our foundation
It would not end just because of parting.

As we bid farewell to each other,
Our secrets and tears would accompany us
But someday, we would meet with smiles,
With memories of friendship,
Still fresh in our hearts.


the title itself.

stranger
September 15th, 2009, 07:21 AM
Awesome we hve an entry, it's been added to the main post.

Sydian
September 19th, 2009, 07:43 AM
Well, it looks like this week's winner is Autumn Star's Memories.

We've been looking forward into a glorious day,
To walk down the aisle with our blue togas and caps
Smiling, sharing the most awaited moment
With friends whom we dearly love
But now it's already here, we seek to stop the time.

It hurts to realize we have to separate ways,
The twelve long years together is over
Yet our reminiscences would still remain
They would always be with us.
Cherished.

We'd love to see ourselves again
Laughing along with a joke,
Posing for crazy pictures,
Imitating somebody else mannerisms,
Just expressing ourselves.

We'd miss our daily routine
Passing due papers,
Falling in line along the corridor,
Scanning notes for quizzes,
Chatting during breaks,
Writing on our best friend, yellow pad,
Staying late after class to spend time with friends,
And of course, eating our favorite food.

We've been through problems,
Senvio to name one
But our friendship would still be firm
Twelve years of camaraderie is our foundation
It would not end just because of parting.

As we bid farewell to each other,
Our secrets and tears would accompany us
But someday, we would meet with smiles,
With memories of friendship,
Still fresh in our hearts.

There will not be a theme next week, though, but stay tuned to find out what will go on. Congratulations to Autumn Star for this week's entry. :D

stranger
September 20th, 2009, 05:53 AM
Well, I'm going to drop out as host this week and enter.
SO S3 will be the host and will judge along with Autumn Star if she wishes to.
Good luck to everyone.

Theme as chosen is open.

Alexithymia~
September 20th, 2009, 07:56 AM
I might enter this week..
But I will need to start earlier this time.

Went
September 20th, 2009, 10:59 AM
By the way, all the winners will now get emblems.

http://i637.photobucket.com/albums/uu99/IGavZI/POTW.png

stranger
September 20th, 2009, 11:02 AM
I will edit that into the main post now.

Also, here is my entry. Not my best work but I want to see how this will do. It's a plain ol' sonnet.

Remember, I am not judging nor hosting this week.
Defiance
Lying in this smoking grace,
It's fun just to see the look on your face,
I can't say why but this is a fun game,
One which will grant me fame.

Nothing you say can take this away,
I'm sorry darling you've lost your chance,
your defiance was the end of our romance.
one which raised me above you.

Forgiveness is lost for you now,
I'm happy to see you follow the crowd,
Individuality sets me apart from others insanity,
The way your heart melts, makes you just like everyone else.

Let's make this a night to remember, Cast others away,
Because after this our love will never last another day.

SkythurBathandBeyond151
September 21st, 2009, 02:14 AM
I suppose I have an entry. It's a few tankas strung together with a repeating formation.
If I think of a title I will let you know, but right now it remains nameless.

My heart was once whole.
Who knew words could hurt so much?
Like a dagger’s strike,
yet your words left deeper wounds.
I was cast aside, alone…

You struck so quickly.
Were you always this heartless?
Now I understand,
this was your plan all along.
You wanted my heart, broken…

We still aren’t the same.
You truly thought this would work?
I am stronger now,
and your intentions have failed.
I still have my heart, intact…

This pain cannot hide.
Is it obvious I lied?
Of course I have failed,
I didn’t believe myself.
I always loved you, still do…

My heart is no more.
Where will your plans take you now?
To another sap,
who you will “love” and then leave.
If only I knew, sooner…

Spearow
September 21st, 2009, 03:37 PM
Omega

The hour before the world wakes
and the birds start singing
The sky is red.
(and in an empty room my alarm clock is ringing)

I press my nose onto wet park bench and pretend
I was the only one to survive
I play ghost news-reporter and ask,
How does it feel to be the last man alive?

aurevesque
September 21st, 2009, 04:10 PM
A poem contest? can i sign up? or do i go ahead and just enter?
well, let me go ahead.
it's a sonnet, i think...i'll edit later...

Bored Poem
It can’t possibly be this hard, to think of something to write.
As lines grow before me, I erase what I’ve typed.
They seem to shrink and grow again as they come to mind,
then disappear and leave me, with just a pitiful line.
It’s hard to write without much thought, idea or persuasion,
only a simple verse to start on and no strict foundation.
One last attempt at what is a whatever;
nothing much, just a boredom buster.
One last verse to this pathetic poem,
only four more lines to go,
and I’ll be finished
this thought will diminish
and I can get on with this day.
Thanks!

Revelation
September 22nd, 2009, 04:51 AM
SUPERHEROES

There are many superheroes in my life,
That gave me strength and hope.
They never leave me alone,
Especially when I need shoulder to lean
on.

I really love them all,
Because they show me how much they
care.
They don't want to see me crying,
Because it makes them feel like dying.

For me, they can climb a thousand
walls,
Compared to Spiderman.
They can fly higher than Superman,
Or even stronger than the all-known
Batman.

All of the superheroes in me life,
Are kind and lovable.
They are always there guiding me,
And loving me most of all.

Superheroes are hard to find,
Because they only show up sometimes.
But I'm thankful 'coz I'm lucky,
For having them in my life.

I don't want to lose them
'Coz they're a big part of me.
So that I am always praying,
That God will never take them away.

Like Peter Pan, superheroes are only
fantasy,
Found in Neverland.
But for me there are some superheroes,
Living in our native land.

=P

already made thread of this, so I wanna enter this stuff.

stranger
September 22nd, 2009, 01:26 PM
Okay, all the other poems have been added to the main post, good luck to all you guys who have entered so far this week!

Cheesymitten
September 24th, 2009, 10:03 AM
I'd like to add mine please? 8D
Paint the stream

As the wind softly brushes on my clothes
I’m reminded of how the water flows
So gently rushing down the stream
Each step I get closer to you it feels like a dream


Moving slowly apart again
Each step away I feel this great pain
So many colours for how long will they hold
Some hiding away, others standing out bold


So many things and so little time
Right now I’m just waiting for a sign
Everything around me makes me think of you
There’s only one thing I can say now and that’s; I love you.

stranger
September 24th, 2009, 12:13 PM
Okay, Edam your poem has been added to the main post.
This weeks competition ends on Saturday night, so if you plan on entering it will need to be before then.
Silver Smeargle Splatter, is this weeks only judge as I am exempt due to entering this week.

Sydian
September 26th, 2009, 07:22 AM
Having two judges is better because it's hard to decide. Anyway, this week's winner is...is...IS...Spearow's Omega. :D

Omega

The hour before the world wakes
and the birds start singing
The sky is red.
(and in an empty room my alarm clock is ringing)

I press my nose onto wet park bench and pretend
I was the only one to survive
I play ghost news-reporter and ask,
How does it feel to be the last man alive?

Congratulations to Spearow, and a big thanks to everyone else who entered. I hope to see more from you! Next week, Abnegation will be back on the judging panel, and Spearow will also be a judge. As of right now, we haven't decided a theme, so pop in soon and it should be up.

aurevesque
September 26th, 2009, 11:20 AM
congrats Spearow! good judging SSS!
one question, for the entries, do we have to make them up from scratch, or can we submit one of them that's already on here,that's ours?

Gold warehouse
September 26th, 2009, 11:27 AM
Just wondering what made you choose that entry as the winner, you didn't really explain it...

stranger
September 26th, 2009, 11:54 AM
congrats Spearow! good judging SSS!
one question, for the entries, do we have to make them up from scratch, or can we submit one of them that's already on here,that's ours?


Once the poem is yours & it fits the theme (will be announced tomorrow) it doesn't matter.

aurevesque
September 26th, 2009, 12:22 PM
ok, thanks! and, i'll probably enter this week's too!

Mr. Avocado
September 27th, 2009, 12:10 AM
Congrats Spearow! I might enter a contest sometime here...

stranger
September 27th, 2009, 06:16 AM
This weeks theme: Love

Love, may be family, friendships, partners, whatever the case may be. Love in all meanings.

You may enter. This weeks competition ends on the 4th of October if I'm not mistaken.

Vigilante
September 27th, 2009, 06:08 PM
Hm... love, I can think of something for this(but probably not ever write it.) I guess I will try.

Cheesymitten
September 30th, 2009, 11:35 AM
Oh snapz?
I can haz entry?
Sliiiick~

Broken Hearts and Shades
I sit down in the cooling shade
Sitting next to me is you
In a little imaginary world of our own
Sitting there doing nothing just us two

I look at you and how your hair blows in the wind
My eyes close as I can’t believe we are here
And I know we’ll have to go
And on my face lies a tear

Why can’t they see I love you so much?
They’ll split us apart and take our hearts away
I want to protest I know it’s not right
As we break apart as I don’t know what to say
Only one sentence breaks out from my lips
As I give you my last kiss.

I love you so,
And I’ll never let you go.

stranger
September 30th, 2009, 01:03 PM
Even though I did pick the theme this week with S3 I might enter if that's okay?
I want to write a sestina, something which is a challenge for me, but I will try it no less.
S3 & possibly Spearow will judge.

Bay Alexison
October 2nd, 2009, 10:03 AM
Okay, trying this again. I guess you can say this poem is a narrative one. I do want to try a different style, though. :P

You remember?

You remember, the first time we met?
I first saw—no, heard—you by your melody. Your eyes matched the tone of that song.
Intense. Ambitious. Passionate.
You flee, I flee; both of us turned back. Your lips escaped a chuckle.
I knew it was love at first sight because your smile—

—took me to another place I never saw before. Yes, it was you.
You remember, the smell of the salty ocean and the falling of petals?
Your cheeks against mine, our hands secured one another.
“I love you” sounded heart wrenching, melting.
That was the first time you—

—said that to me once more. Yes, you did.
You remember, the sunset that is the same color as your eyes?
Intense. Ambitious. Passionate.
As soon your lips locked onto mine, I felt light and entered into another world.
Heaven. In between. Hell.
Falling and not thinking, such a great feeling; you felt the same way. I heard your—

—high heels making tapping sounds, loud and thunderous. Yes, your high heels were that loud (but I love the noises from them).
You remember? Two of us dancing under the moonlight, your dress twirling elegantly like doves flying?
Our waltz was too fast, too strong, but we were not tired.
Your eyes! Oh, how I saw—

—another dear lover in your arms. Yes, I saw.
You remember, the two of you at the garden? Of course you do.
Cliché to say my heart broke into rains of shards, but true nonetheless.
“Please forgive me” sounded disgusting, without meaning. I flee; no turning back.

These memories held me back, always sneaking up on me the less expected.
Yes, I thought I would never move forward. I was behind the times. I come to terms, though.
Time is ticking, time is fleeing; we cannot keep up .
Both of us went our respected roads, one of us towards ice, the other towards fire.
Nothing is everlasting (not even memories) until we enter another world.
Heaven. In between. Hell.
I am indeed in hell—nothing but hate for you (and forever more).
Intense. Ambitious. Passionate.
Now, I am content, more than ever before.

Alexithymia~
October 2nd, 2009, 12:01 PM
[basically, this poem is about love WITH CONFUSION NO WAI. Itdoesn't seem to have any verse pattern .. I think. anyway I like it.]

Confusion

A harsh goodbye is waiting
So let me die and atone
In the corner of my heart
Controlling me, keeping me
I could say many sweet things
but a blank mind doesn't produce
If I kept to all the rules
and stayed out of the limelight
would I be forgotten?

If I didn't protest or clamour
would I disappear from your sight?
I offer to you a free heart
But will you take and discard?
So I keep to my own self
but inside I'm screaming out

I'm here.
Notice me..

I've learnt to keep a steely heart
So could you make me forget?
If I was made for this feeling
Then why does it feel so crude?
I was brought so low and you saved me
I could keep to my single part in the shadows
but will you let me step out into the light
and take the leading role in your head?
 
We are one but split painfully
I try to mend the tear that was created
but you move and jerk so fast
I forget to hold on and go flying
Show me your love if it's real
or I'll just disappear as if I never was
Your words were sweet but sickly
Was this love or just hollow sophistry?

aurevesque
October 2nd, 2009, 03:43 PM
wow, all these good poems. my feel pretty pitiful right now.XD
anyways, my entry:

Star
You are my star
The one I can’t live without.
My world revolves around you
And I can never fall out
From this attraction that pulls us together
When we say “I do”
I know it is forever
I came from the darkness
And was guided toward light
You are my star
And you gave me my sight.
And every day,
Since my eyes have been opened
I drink in your voice
Those beautiful words you have spoken
"I love you and only you”
It plays through my mind
When you’re not with me
When I’m all alone and can barely see.
So take my hand
And we’ll ride through the night
On comets and meteors,
With you my star, everything’s always bright.

Sydian
October 3rd, 2009, 11:17 AM
I love these entries oh so much
They're full of love and full of gush
Tomorrow will be hard to judge
And I can't think of another rhyme...

Anyway, yeah, this decision will be tough. Make sure you guys have in your entries by tomorrow (October 4th). I don't know anything about time zones, unfortunately, but I'll try to make the judging later at night so that people past my time zone have had time to post.

Klippy
October 3rd, 2009, 07:33 PM
I wrote this poem with the intention to win
[I dgaf to find anything to rhyme here]
Give me the emblem; I'll let mistakes pass
Tell me I lost and I'll kick your ass

---

And I better win. :|

Dr Gregory House
October 3rd, 2009, 10:29 PM
Well here's my entry, and it's called, In Your Arms:
Please note I changed the name of the girl to avoid... urm... issues...
And also, I wrote this a few nights ago... I just didn't know the subject was love... So it's a very sincere poem.

In Your Arms

There once was a girl,
Her name was Saline,
She shone like a Pearl,
She was only seventeen.

Saline my lady,
This poem's for you,
It will never be shady,
You're like human, Methylene Blue.

You're a cure and you heal,
You're a stain of my life,
And I just want to feel what I know isn't real,
I want to play you a fife.

You look to me so mystic like Psyche,
You're resemble a magestic Mountain Pine,
You embody the goddess Nike,
But you'll never be mine.

I don't know how or where or why,
I even try to think,
'Cause you're just here and everywhere,
You light my world with pink.

Life's nothing 'til you are there,
It's really quite the drag,
But you are cute and funny too,
And you'll never be a nag.

It seems to me like life is done,
And all I do is jade,
'Til you show up and one by one,
My fails just start to faid.

It feels like I have given in,
Like I cannot bloom,
I hope to think that you'll be yellow,
Like a White, Spanish Broom.

Of all the things I care to say,
I want you to just listen,
That if you were mine and mine today,
Then my eyes would glisten.

I wouldn't cry with sad or shame,
It wouldn't be the worst,
Like an inertial reference frame,
My sadness reimbursed.

Scantily clad I'd hope you're not,
'Cause I'm not into that,
You're a shining winding knot,
But you'll never be a brat.

Sometimes it's always certainly hard,
To even think an atom,
I'll hire the newest avante-garde,
And we can make a stratum.

An intertwining piece of heaven,
Is all but what I seek,
Without the chance to leaven,
Divine is your physique.

To be of me is to be of sea,
I toss and turn and never sleep,
'Cause I want to feel your glee,
Like a wild mountain sheep.

The beauty of magic,
There's so much to mention,
It might to me sound tragic,
But you're the sound of ascension.

You'd a goddess in human forme,
Like Aphrodite is reborn,
In you're wake's a Silver Storm,
And things you leave adorn.

You're like a Flower,
Your brown long hair,
A superpower Meteor Shower,
A burst of lightning flair.

You're essence of Archangel,
You don't belong with me,
Sometimes it's ugly like a morel,
But you're beauty's perferction, to the nth degree.

I don't know why I'm writing this,
I can never quite imagine,
They say that love is bliss,
But I'll take it on the chin.

I'll never have you in my grasp,
That's one thing that's for sure,
'Cause if there's one thing I want more,
It's you, to answer for.

Copywright Alex McNeill - 2009


Oh and in response to klippy:
I wrote this poem with the intention to win
So let me do and I'll give you a grin
Give me the emblem; I'll let mistakes pass
Tell me I lost, and I'll kick your ass

Sydian
October 4th, 2009, 02:49 PM
Klippy's gonna kill me, but this weeks winner is...

...


omg.


drum roll pl0x

UMMMM...

Bay. :D

You remember?

You remember, the first time we met?
I first saw—no, heard—you by your melody. Your eyes matched the tone of that song.
Intense. Ambitious. Passionate.
You flee, I flee; both of us turned back. Your lips escaped a chuckle.
I knew it was love at first sight because your smile—

—took me to another place I never saw before. Yes, it was you.
You remember, the smell of the salty ocean and the falling of petals?
Your cheeks against mine, our hands secured one another.
“I love you” sounded heart wrenching, melting.
That was the first time you—

—said that to me once more. Yes, you did.
You remember, the sunset that is the same color as your eyes?
Intense. Ambitious. Passionate.
As soon your lips locked onto mine, I felt light and entered into another world.
Heaven. In between. Hell.
Falling and not thinking, such a great feeling; you felt the same way. I heard your—

—high heels making tapping sounds, loud and thunderous. Yes, your high heels were that loud (but I love the noises from them).
You remember? Two of us dancing under the moonlight, your dress twirling elegantly like doves flying?
Our waltz was too fast, too strong, but we were not tired.
Your eyes! Oh, how I saw—

—another dear lover in your arms. Yes, I saw.
You remember, the two of you at the garden? Of course you do.
Cliché to say my heart broke into rains of shards, but true nonetheless.
“Please forgive me” sounded disgusting, without meaning. I flee; no turning back.

These memories held me back, always sneaking up on me the less expected.
Yes, I thought I would never move forward. I was behind the times. I come to terms, though.
Time is ticking, time is fleeing; we cannot keep up .
Both of us went our respected roads, one of us towards ice, the other towards fire.
Nothing is everlasting (not even memories) until we enter another world.
Heaven. In between. Hell.
I am indeed in hell—nothing but hate for you (and forever more).
Intense. Ambitious. Passionate.
Now, I am content, more than ever before.

Now, for some of you that apparently need to know my reasonings, I try not to give reasonings since most people do the same reasonings (lots of effort, came out beautifuly, etc). Also, Gregory, if someone else wrote the poem and you only changed a little bit of it, that's called plagiarism and automatically disqualifies you. Whether that poem was or not, it was heavily implied the way I read it, sorry.

Thanks to all entrants. :D Next week, the judges will be Me, Abnegation, and Bay. As for the theme, it has not been decided just yet, so check back later and it might be posted.

Dr Gregory House
October 4th, 2009, 03:15 PM
Now, for some of you that apparently need to know my reasonings, I try not to give reasonings since most people do the same reasonings (lots of effort, came out beautifuly, etc). Also, Gregory, if someone else wrote the poem and you only changed a little bit of it, that's called plagiarism and automatically disqualifies you. Whether that poem was or not, it was heavily implied the way I read it, sorry.

Thanks to all entrants. :D Next week, the judges will be Me, Abnegation, and Bay. As for the theme, it has not been decided just yet, so check back later and it might be posted.
Thanks. But.
I wrote it myself.
If what you mean by changing a small part, I changed the name afterwards because I didn't want people from my school reading it.
Lol.
Either that or it's so good it looks plagiarised. But I doubt that. XD
>>

Sydian
October 4th, 2009, 05:10 PM
Okay, just making sure. I was a little confused at the end how you had the copyright thing.

Dr Gregory House
October 4th, 2009, 05:13 PM
Okay, just making sure. I was a little confused at the end how you had the copyright thing.
Oh yeah that happens to be my real name... :O
I just didn't want anybody copying it without putting my name there... so you know.
;)

Spearow
October 4th, 2009, 07:47 PM
Congrats, Bay! :D

And yeah, although one could argue there are objective factors to be considered when assessing it, poetry as an art form is inherently subjective. But if you won I think it's a pretty safe guess that you won because your poem was easy/pleasant to read, affecting, honest, well-structured, etc. There aren't many clear-cut "reasons" beyond that - the poem's merit generally speaks for itself, for those who are inclined to enjoy it. And if you aren't, sorry but human beings aren't universally aligned in tastes and that's kinda the way it is. :(

Anyway, good turnout this week! I thought it was gonna be pretty empty but a few people came through at the end. Keep 'em coming.

Bay Alexison
October 4th, 2009, 08:36 PM
O.o;

This gentleman is very surprised at the results. I reread my poem not long ago and I'm like, "WTF" at the ending. XD Not only that, the poem took a dark turn at the end. D:

Anyways though, thanks Silver and Spearow for liking the poem. :) Also, congrats to everyone else that entered. You all did great! :)

stranger
October 5th, 2009, 08:41 AM
First off I would like to apologise for my inactiveness this week, I too had intended on entering but as you see, I didn't. I wanted to write a Sestina but as you know, they are very time consuming and I just didn't have that time! I also never updated the main post, but I will now. So I'll get down to business.

Bay has informed me that this week...
Theme = Winter

Quite a good theme I think, I expect some interesting entries!
I would also like to thank all the entrants this week, there was some amazing entries but I do feel that Bay surpassed my expectations and S3's also!
Well done my friend it was a great read and even something I could learn from!

aurevesque
October 5th, 2009, 01:08 PM
congrats Bay! 'feeling like she has too much time on her hands'
hehe here's my entry...
****
Snowflake Dance
They fall softly,
Quietly,
Silently,
along the dark roads.
They dance, gracefully,
Serenely,
Lazily
through the air.
They go soundlessly,
Quickly,
Suddenly,
in the winter sun.
I wait eagerly,
Hopefully,
Impatiently
for them to come.
****

sad part...i don't live where it snows.XD

Klippy
October 5th, 2009, 02:25 PM
I'm cold as hell
Skin's turned pale
Degrees turn low
Winters sure blow

Dr Gregory House
October 5th, 2009, 10:35 PM
Okay... Well I guess I should post my entry, and I tried to something a little different by making each one have an individually sounding stanza... sort of like Winter fog itself I guess...

Winter Whispers

You see the misty, morning fog,
Did all but make my hair,
Bristle with chill and cold and fear,
And made me feel despair at heart,
Because I would not listen,
To the calls and howls of late,
That all but begged my attention.

I thought I heard something,
From deep inside the Mist,
I swear it was just talking,
But it's something that I wished,
Because of something,
I may have missed.

To see it come alive around me,
It starts to quiver and to shake,
It's cold and chilled and freezing me,
I'd imagine like silver it breaks,

It gallops with the howling wind,
And twists and turns and threatens.
But I'm still scared and yet again,
It's like it's standing there,

It looks to me, like a figure.
It's dark and shaped and getting closer,
My hand is on the trigger,

And all around me the fog just grows,
It beckons me to fire.

My hand is shaking now,
I'm finding it so hard,
I cannot feel my hands,
And I also cannot breathe,

But on it goes, I say to me,
So why don't I just do it?

"Pull the trigger", it persuades.
But if it weren't for Winter,
I would still be sane.
I don't know how to say,
It suggests me to do things,
Your death will not be in vain.

But I back away,
And I do not listen,
Because it's just a fog,
A misty, morning, freezing fog,
That always likes to whisper.

Destinyfate
October 6th, 2009, 12:52 PM
I love the poem cool i love it its got a catchy tune

Sydian
October 10th, 2009, 07:18 AM
Hell Froze Over

An icy glaze over my fingertips
whether from the air or your touch,
I felt the seasons change between
the sky and earth
as well as us.
A cold wind kisses my face
unlike your lips.
It seemed the cold came
earlier when you were around.
But it's all just a recollection
of a cold hell--
last winter.

stranger
October 11th, 2009, 11:45 AM
Poem Of The Week #5

So this week, our theme was winter as chosen by last weeks winner, Bay.
It was quite a good theme which influenced some great entries.
But as we all know, there may only be,
one Winner.

That Winner Is...

Dr. Gregory house!

With the poem
Winter Whispers.

You see the misty, morning fog,
Did all but make my hair,
Bristle with chill and cold and fear,
And made me feel despair at heart,
Because I would not listen,
To the calls and howls of late,
That all but begged my attention.

I thought I heard something,
From deep inside the Mist,
I swear it was just talking,
But it's something that I wished,
Because of something,
I may have missed.

To see it come alive around me,
It starts to quiver and to shake,
It's cold and chilled and freezing me,
I'd imagine like silver it breaks,

It gallops with the howling wind,
And twists and turns and threatens.
But I'm still scared and yet again,
It's like it's standing there,

It looks to me, like a figure.
It's dark and shaped and getting closer,
My hand is on the trigger,

And all around me the fog just grows,
It beckons me to fire.

My hand is shaking now,
I'm finding it so hard,
I cannot feel my hands,
And I also cannot breathe,

But on it goes, I say to me,
So why don't I just do it?

"Pull the trigger", it persuades.
But if it weren't for Winter,
I would still be sane.
I don't know how to say,
It suggests me to do things,
Your death will not be in vain.

But I back away,
And I do not listen,
Because it's just a fog,
A misty, morning, freezing fog,
That always likes to whisper.

Why I chose this one?

Honestly, it's hard to create a poem with length that has some intersting appeal throughout, and this week, we had that entry! Anyone who can keep a poem gripping and in keeping with the theme deserves some recollection. It was a hard choice this week, but overall this poem had great structure and some great imagery. It kept me tense through the entire read. Very well written and some very descriptive writing!

Outro

So well done to all the entries!
And nice of Klippy to drop by and give us some of his insight too, always keeps me happy to see some "brighter" poems! LMAO

So next weeks theme will be decided before tomorrows competition starts.
I will fill you in!


Once again, congratulations to Dr. Gregory House, you may host next weeks competition as well as choose the theme!
Oh, and a sparkly new emblem is coming your way too!

Sydian
October 11th, 2009, 01:26 PM
Guess I'll go give the emblem then. xD But congrats, Dr.! I really enjoyed your poem. You also get to pick next week's theme. PM/VM either me or Abnegation and we'll post it for other entrants to see.

beauty. proletariat
October 11th, 2009, 04:28 PM
Yay. I will enter the next one~ but wow. Great job Greg. I cant write anything but sonnets lately. ;_;

Dr Gregory House
October 11th, 2009, 07:59 PM
yay, well, i must also say a huge thanks to all the other entrants, as the best of people can only shine in the light of competition, right?
anyways, i have sent a theme off... it should be interesting
:3

stranger
October 12th, 2009, 07:38 AM
Okay, Week 6 is under way!
So here is this weeks details:

Theme: Green
Hosts: Abnegation & SilverSmeargleSplatter & Dr. Gregory House!

New theme as chosen by last weeks winner who is also joining us on the hosting panel this week!

Best of luck to all participants!

Vigilante
October 12th, 2009, 01:38 PM
Just waiting for the special theme that sparks something in my brain :)

stranger
October 12th, 2009, 01:48 PM
Yeah, sometimes the theme just doesn't click so you need to sit out! xD
I'll try enter this week but the theme is a challenge for sure!

Dr Gregory House
October 12th, 2009, 01:58 PM
Yeah, sometimes the theme just doesn't click so you need to sit out! xD
I'll try enter this week but the theme is a challenge for sure!
I'll be submitting one as well, even though it has no chance of winning (because I'll be biased).
I've already got things brewing in my head... but I wanted it to be a real challenge this time. ;)

stranger
October 12th, 2009, 02:00 PM
You may enter but you wont be eligible to win seeing as in you won last week.
If I enter, I'll drop as host for the judging~

Dr Gregory House
October 12th, 2009, 03:08 PM
You may enter but you wont be eligible to win seeing as in you won last week.
If I enter, I'll drop as host for the judging~
I know, and even if I were to it would be an unfair bias.
Anyways, I thought I would drop a poem in.

The Green of Envy

I was walking down the street today,
And if it's one thing that I saw,
It was a green and fresh and sparkly tree,
And it had the most beautiful sway,

But if there was one thing,
That I felt like it thought,
It had the feeling of envy,
For the colours of Spring,

The colours of red and blue,
The colours of Autumn and the colours of wind,
A spectrum of colour lighting up the dark,
Of pink and purple and yellow too,

Only though, there was one thing it felt,
And it seemed to fill it with green,
It was the envy of others, the envy of colour,
And with one thing, it was green, that was dealt.

Bay Alexison
October 12th, 2009, 06:25 PM
Hm, I might try for this week, but not sure if I'll get some inspiration like I did with the love theme. ^^;

Klippy
October 12th, 2009, 07:41 PM
Nuclear explosions in the sky
I can tell we're all going to die
Skin burning and bleeding green
Organs fall; there's my spleen

I'm still alive, yet completely dead
A dismembered arm, severed head
I crawl to water, but it's glowing
Dust and smoke are still blowing

I'm alone, but people surround me
Lifeless corpses against my eye
Choke on blood; begin to cry
Sissy baby; say goodbye

--

Yeah, idk. Don't ask.

stranger
October 13th, 2009, 07:52 AM
Nuclear explosions in the sky
I can tell we're all going to die
Skin burning and bleeding green
Organs fall; there's my spleen

I'm still alive, yet completely dead
A dismembered arm, severed head
I crawl to water, but it's glowing
Dust and smoke are still blowing

I'm alone, but people surround me
Lifeless corpses against my eye
Choke on blood; begin to cry
Sissy baby; say goodbye

--

Yeah, idk. Don't ask.

Hmm, I fail to see how this fits with the theme of the week. Excuse me if I've missed out on something but could you explain how it might fit?
Sorry for the inconveiniance just making sure.

Dr Gregory House
October 13th, 2009, 01:50 PM
Hmm, I fail to see how this fits with the theme of the week. Excuse me if I've missed out on something but could you explain how it might fit?
Sorry for the inconveiniance just making sure.
I think I understood it... because the most related colour to nuclear waste is green... so perhaps it's something to do with that?
Either that or it's talking about the green smog etc.

Sydian
October 13th, 2009, 02:14 PM
^ That's what I was thinking. And you have to admit, green is a difficult subject to write about.

stranger
October 13th, 2009, 03:16 PM
Yeah I wasn't sure whether it was about the actual colour or in what relation xD
But yeah that's fine.

Klippy
October 13th, 2009, 04:09 PM
Yeah I wasn't sure whether it was about the actual colour or in what relation xD
But yeah that's fine.

First of all, how dare you question me! >:(

Second, lol nucl3r w@st3 is gr33n d00d. wae 2 go.

aurevesque
October 16th, 2009, 08:41 PM
oh i feel so stupid! talk about last minute entry! i'm refering to green as greenery..:

She never knew what would happen,
with just a seed to plant,
that a garden would sprout up,
when she sang her chant.
up went the daisy and the lily
and the wild rose.
and faithfully she tended it,
and tried to help each grow.
The plants they bloomed from patience,
from joy and hope and love
that came from the gentle hands,
of the garden gloves.
those daisies grew up straight and tall,
they shined as a diamond does in the sun.
The roses and their ruby petals
grew up by the pond.
Each bright green stem and emerald vines,
were all grown with her care,
and continue to come back,
after each winter, summer, spring and autumn
throughout all the years.

Dr Gregory House
October 17th, 2009, 09:01 PM
I suppose I might as well get some of this stuff out of the way then... but only 2 entries? (I won't reach a verdict as I'll wait for Abnegation etc.)
Nuclear explosions in the sky
I can tell we're all going to die
Skin burning and bleeding green
Organs fall; there's my spleen

I'm still alive, yet completely dead
A dismembered arm, severed head
I crawl to water, but it's glowing
Dust and smoke are still blowing

I'm alone, but people surround me
Lifeless corpses against my eye
Choke on blood; begin to cry
Sissy baby; say goodbye


She never knew what would happen,
with just a seed to plant,
that a garden would sprout up,
when she sang her chant.
up went the daisy and the lily
and the wild rose.
and faithfully she tended it,
and tried to help each grow.
The plants they bloomed from patience,
from joy and hope and love
that came from the gentle hands,
of the garden gloves.
those daisies grew up straight and tall,
they shined as a diamond does in the sun.
The roses and their ruby petals
grew up by the pond.
Each bright green stem and emerald vines,
were all grown with her care,
and continue to come back,
after each winter, summer, spring and autumn
throughout all the years.

I just have to say, these two poems would be great mashed together... actually no...
I like in Klippy's how it's almost like a stand-up comedy, but yet it still has that bubbly rhyme and feel to it. Nice and short, and yet nice and expansive too, leaving lots up to the reader's imagination.
Whereas the other one, by aurevesque, seems to do it for you. It shows you how to think of all the pretty flowers and how they each glow, and yet, they all come down to the same green stem and the same emerald vines. I think that was a great way to bring all of those colours back down to green.

But, we might have to wait for some more last minute entries i think.

stranger
October 18th, 2009, 05:34 AM
I'm gonna leave it for another 10 hours or so. I might even have an entry also. So 12PM GMT+0 is when this week's will end!

olearye273
October 18th, 2009, 06:20 AM
Here is my entry entitled "Why Do We Yearn for It?"

Those who don’t possess It
are able to give more to
those who do through jealousy.

Those who already have It
keep It from spreading to
those who don’t through greed.

So why do we yearn for It?
What makes It so special?
Are we better off without It?
Sadly no, It’s a sick form of structure.
We…need…structure…

Average cases bring tiaras and crowns,
while the extremes result in limelight exposure.
It appears in most of our cities and towns,
on a pedestal for the “lucky” to procure.

So why do we yearn for It?
What makes It so special?
Are we better off without It?
Sadly no, It’s a sick form of structure.
We…need…structure…

Those who have obtained It
tend to not strive towards anything,
for they already have what others want.

Those without It
advance on their dreams of feeling
that feeling they yearned for so long ago.

So why do we yearn for It?
What makes It so special?
Are we better off without It?
Sadly no, It’s a sick form of structure.
We…need…structure…


woowweee i love this one, great poem :)

Alexithymia~
October 18th, 2009, 11:51 AM
Jealousy

I'm green
I feel it all over me
but I feel her all over you
Whenever my hands meets yours
I know they've met hers too

I must be so insecure
To think she gets to you
like she gets straight to me
I'm not even sure if I'm right
This could all be in my mind

But your eyes follow her
when she walks across the room
and I know that I'm green
Not like the leaves on the trees
I'm far from sweet I'm sour

When she's talking to you
Do you see straight through her
and see me?
Or when I'm talking to you
Do you see straight through me
and see her?

Maybe we're too different
You're the free spirit
and I'm the rusty cage
I want to keep you locked up
Where you just want to fly

Maybe I should let you
If you're not happy with me
But selfishly I want you to stay
So I'll let myself be this way
For as long as you don't mind

[YES LATE I KNOW BUT YOU DON'T MIND, RIGHT?]

stranger
October 18th, 2009, 12:00 PM
No no it's no problem.
Well, I'll havae to end the competition now as I've got little time left on the net.
I will annouce the winner tomorrow. Good luck everyone.

stranger
October 19th, 2009, 11:53 AM
I'm sure Asty wont mind if I double post here but I shall announce the winner!

I've been busy deciding on the winner so without further ado, this week's winning poem is...


Winner!

Jealousy

I'm green
I feel it all over me
but I feel her all over you
Whenever my hands meets yours
I know they've met hers too

I must be so insecure
To think she gets to you
like she gets straight to me
I'm not even sure if I'm right
This could all be in my mind

But your eyes follow her
when she walks across the room
and I know that I'm green
Not like the leaves on the trees
I'm far from sweet I'm sour

When she's talking to you
Do you see straight through her
and see me?
Or when I'm talking to you
Do you see straight through me
and see her?

Maybe we're too different
You're the free spirit
and I'm the rusty cage
I want to keep you locked up
Where you just want to fly

Maybe I should let you
If you're not happy with me
But selfishly I want you to stay
So I'll let myself be this way
For as long as you don't mind

By Ineffable.

Closing Notes

Sorry this week may have seemed like somewhat of a rush but all the hosts seemed to be busy, including myself xD

So, Ineffable will join the judging team this week and choose the new theme.
Seeing as in a I was late today, next week's competition will begin tomorrow.
I will post the details then.
Well done to all contestants! A great week of entries once again!

Alexithymia~
October 20th, 2009, 09:36 AM
Thanks! ;3

Uhh, well I've decided this weeks theme should be about 'Imagination'.
You use it every day so it should be interesting. [/noideawhattosay]

stranger
October 20th, 2009, 11:16 AM
Okay
Week 7
Theme: Imagination
This week ends, 28th of October.
So little over a week.
Good luck everyone!

Cheesymitten
October 27th, 2009, 12:17 PM
Games of the mind

I can hear you whisper my name
I can't see you anywhere
I shout out and realise it's you whose to blame

I reach out into thin air
Trying to hold onto you
But you aren't there

I remember all the good times and smile
But that time has gone
You're now twisted and vile

I grab my head in frustration
I twist turn and shout as my thoughts give way
As you envelop the whole of my imagination

stranger
October 28th, 2009, 09:46 AM
How imagination, can lead to uneeded procrastination.

Broken.


Broken, now, I know I've gone to far,
Sinking, now I know why this has led to despair,
Feeling undone, what have I become?
I feel my mind twisting, my thoughts are racing.

My memory has shaped mountains into imagination,
My thoughts had dried out seas of theories,
What once was or going to be, is now surreal,
I feel it tearing at my bone, guilt, cannot be undone.

Getting lost in thought, has caused the discord of my relationships,
Imagining what this could unviel, I've lost your life,
I no longer breath air, all I know is smoke,
Smoke from the fire that is guilt and wounds.

I bare these scars because I thought too much,
I broke a promise and now, imagination has broken me.



I need to contact Splatty about judging also XD

Sydian
October 28th, 2009, 05:47 PM
Good thing Gavs reminded me. I'm dumb and don't read posts that say it ends tonight! xD

But the subject of imagination getting only two entries? That's a little shocking. Oh well. But guess what? It's time to announce da winna mahn!

...
....
.....

Dramatic music, please.

Nothing's here, procrastination...

:D

Broken.


Broken, now, I know I've gone to far,
Sinking, now I know why this has led to despair,
Feeling undone, what have I become?
I feel my mind twisting, my thoughts are racing.

My memory has shaped mountains into imagination,
My thoughts had dried out seas of theories,
What once was or going to be, is now surreal,
I feel it tearing at my bone, guilt, cannot be undone.

Getting lost in thought, has caused the discord of my relationships,
Imagining what this could unviel, I've lost your life,
I no longer breath air, all I know is smoke,
Smoke from the fire that is guilt and wounds.

I bare these scars because I thought too much,
I broke a promise and now, imagination has broken me.

Congrats to Gavin and all these spoilers! :D We must all worship Gavin and his mad skillz while giving him brownies...or whatever he feels like getting. Congrats, and thanks to other entries! I mean...entry. Hoping to have more next week. ^__^

stranger
October 28th, 2009, 08:56 PM
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Announcement
POTW #8
Hosts: SilverSmeargleSpatter & Abnegation

Theme: Seasons

Entries in by: November the 5th

Theme Details: Seasons can be holidays such as Christmas & Halloween or your retorical seasons such as Fall & Summer etc.

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Samme!
November 3rd, 2009, 01:11 PM
This is going to be interesting xD; I suck at poetry... but here it goes:

Winter's Eve

With the candles in the window,
The lights strung in the trees,
I still trudge through the snow with it up to my knees.

The chimney puffs out curly swirls,
against the dull gray skies,
warming up their spirits with no need of a guise.

A few crystalline flakes,
drifting lazily to the ground,
urge me to pick up the pace and look towards the sound.

I hear a few ballads,
and the joy in their tone,
making me wish even more that I was back at my home.

The work I've performed,
not always so great,
just increases my desire to not get home so late.


By Samme!

Cheesymitten
November 4th, 2009, 01:48 PM
Autumn Blues

Leaves fall to the ground,
Brown, yellow and red,
The pavements covered in the different colours,
Everywhere i tread

A tall figure sweeps the leaves,
The leaves stick together,
A bird flying high above.
And then suddenly drops a feather onto the grass.

Grass and mud are wet,
Claw marks from a badger that had dug there,
Discarded flowers that used to be violet,
Now brown and slowly turning black.

Autumn can show a change of events,
At old age things can die,
Though new things can be born,
And then Autumn ends with a sigh.


Toada! Yah that's my poem =3 [shabbeh effort much? =/]
Made you look XD

txteclipse
November 4th, 2009, 02:51 PM
Ah what the heck. I might as well enter. This is a quicky, because I have to get to class, so try not to lash into it too hard.

Life's Litmus

Green
the grass in spring
a newborn's eyes
and candied things

the road to walk begins in green

Umber
the wheat in summer
a sun-kissed tan
on youthful lovers

the soul's flower blooms into umber

Brown
the leaves in autumn
soft nostalgia
and skin like parchment

the spice of age matures into brown

White
winter's bite
the blank of death
and heaven's light

the litmus of life fades into white

I'm just typing a bit here to help separate it from my sig.

stranger
November 6th, 2009, 03:15 PM
I've been very busy this week so forgive me.

Though now I shall announce this week's winner.
Without further ado, our winner is...


Txteclipse with thise fine poem entitled "Life's Litmus".
Once again thank you to all participants.


Life's Litmus

Green
the grass in spring
a newborn's eyes
and candied things

the road to walk begins in green

Umber
the wheat in summer
a sun-kissed tan
on youthful lovers

the soul's flower blooms into umber

Brown
the leaves in autumn
soft nostalgia
and skin like parchment

the spice of age matures into brown

White
winter's bite
the blank of death
and heaven's light

the litmus of life fades into white



I'll make the announcement on next week's competition tomorrow. There will be a new change. Nothing to worry about but just something I'm in the need of. So check back tomorrow for this weeks chance to enter.

txteclipse
November 6th, 2009, 11:37 PM
Awesome! Thanks a lot guys. XD

I'm looking forward to seeing what you all do with the theme I chose...mwahaha!

stranger
November 8th, 2009, 11:12 AM
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Announcement
POTW #9
Hosts: SilverSmeargleSpatter & Abnegation & Txteclipse & Vendak

Theme: Glass

Entries in by: November the 15th

Theme Details: Glass, simple as. Now you do the rest.


Also we now have a new host for every week, Vendak. He'll be helping myself abd S3 with running the competition as we're both busy.

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PokemonQueen
November 13th, 2009, 07:51 AM
hey i have a question: can the theme be pokemon?

i'm entering a pokemon poem:
My Piplup and Me
My Piplup and me
We really do enjoy tea
We work together as a team
Please Ivysaur don't use Solar Beam
I love my Piplup
My Piplup loves me
My Piplup and me

stranger
November 13th, 2009, 08:15 AM
hey i have a question: can the theme be pokemon?

i'm entering a pokemon poem:
My Piplup and Me
My Piplup and me
We really do enjoy tea
We work together as a team
Please Ivysaur don't use Solar Beam
I love my Piplup
My Piplup loves me
My Piplup and me

If it fits the theme I'll allow, but this doesn't. Sorry.

aurevesque
November 14th, 2009, 07:22 PM
Hey, haven't been on in awhile, but this is cutting close again... but...

Glass

The tears slide down the windowpane
The bullet breaks through the steel.
The water reflects on top of metal.
And it some ways it’s not real.
Yet there’s your reflection
And it’s shining through,
The ugly hard, truth,
The seeing of you
It’s all together
In a mirror.
Whether you
like it
or not

hashtag
November 16th, 2009, 11:08 AM
the mantelpiece shines above
the opaque pot only reflects the love
through the window, does light reflect
as I look on what I expect

a rainbow slides through the panes
when it touches eyes above, only action is to feign
then the panes intertwine until black
blocked out and made of flack

as the world moves around
nothing comes through, but bare sound
as the sun arises, outcomes the shining light
something that would give a vapourish fright

I had nothing else to do

stranger
November 16th, 2009, 11:23 AM
Okay, I couldn't announce the winner with only one entrant so I've waited for a second entrant to come along. It does state in the rules that I wouldn't reward a poem unless it was an oustanding entrant, if there were no other entries. So without further ado, I shall announce our winner.

Potw #9 Winner

Manipulation! With his poem "I had nothing else to do".

the mantelpiece shines above
the opaque pot only reflects the love
through the window, does light reflect
as I look on what I expect

a rainbow slides through the panes
when it touches eyes above, only action is to feign
then the panes intertwine until black
blocked out and made of flack

as the world moves around
nothing comes through, but bare sound
as the sun arises, outcomes the shining light
something that would give a vapourish fright

He will join myself, Vendak & S3 on the panel this week as well as choose the theme for next week, winning also grants him the POTW emblem. Well done, and thank you for your entries.

Gold warehouse
November 16th, 2009, 12:04 PM
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Announcement
POTW #10
Hosts: SilverSmeargleSpatter, Abnegation, Vendak & Manipulation

Theme: Manipulation

Entries in by: 22nd of November

Theme Details: Whether you're writing about the manipulation of an inanimate object or someone's emotions, I'm sure you'll be able to think of something creative to fit with this weeks theme.

Also, we have a new rule starting from next week. The theme will no longer be chosen solely by the winner of the last PotW; they will still, however, earn a place as a host for that week, but the theme will be discussed and chosen by all of the hosts.

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Visualization
November 17th, 2009, 09:23 AM
"Poker Joker"

We took a seat at the Poker Table,
quite cranky, not even stable.
He took the cards and dealt them out,
I have a trick, it'll work no doubt.

I recieved my cards,
slid the Joker up my sleeve,
with a mischievous grin on my face.
My eyes were drawn to my array of Jokers, only a King in the way.

I bet a plenty, I know i'll win,
I better get a tin to store my cash in.
I layed my King in the pile,
this trick will be worth while.

I retrieved my Joker from my shirt,
getting ready my winning smile.
I layed out my row of Jokers,
they flung all their cash towards me!

stranger
November 18th, 2009, 11:20 AM
"Poker Joker"

We took a seat at the Poker Table,
quite cranky, not even stable.
He took the cards and dealt them out,
I have a trick, it'll work no doubt.

I recieved my cards,
slid the Joker up my sleeve,
with a mischievous grin on my face.
My eyes were drawn to my array of Jokers, only a King in the way.

I bet a plenty, I know i'll win,
I better get a tin to store my cash in.
I layed my King in the pile,
this trick will be worth while.

I retrieved my Joker from my shirt,
getting ready my winning smile.
I layed out my row of Jokers,
they flung all their cash towards me!


You know the theme is "Manipulation" right?
Not following this week's theme counts as a no entry because that defeats the purpose of the competition. I spoke to the one who chose this weeks's theme and he agree's it doesn't fit with it. You could argue that maybe, "It's almost about manipulating a win", but it's too sparse, you need to show more of the theme.
I'm sorry but it just doesn't fit so in the judging stage, it will lose a lot of credibility due to those reasons.

SkythurBathandBeyond151
November 18th, 2009, 04:49 PM
You know the theme is "Manipulation" right?
Not following this week's theme counts as a no entry because that defeats the purpose of the competition. I spoke to the one who chose this weeks's theme and he agree's it doesn't fit with it. You could argue that maybe, "It's almost about manipulating a win", but it's too sparse, you need to show more of the theme.
I'm sorry but it just doesn't fit so in the judging stage, it will lose a lot of credibility due to those reasons.

Um, I know I'm a nobody over here in poetry, but I see a manipulation of the cards in the trick, not just manipulating the situation into a guaranteed win. Without control of the cards, there is no win.

stranger
November 18th, 2009, 04:53 PM
Um, I know I'm a nobody over here in poetry, but I see a manipulation of the cards in the trick, not just manipulating the situation into a guaranteed win. Without control of the cards, there is no win.

Still not a powerfull theme. I'm not disqualifying the poem, I'm aware of what is in it. I just say to keep the themes in your poems stronger due to fear of disqualification if it does not meet the theme requirements.

SkythurBathandBeyond151
November 18th, 2009, 05:21 PM
Still not a powerfull theme. I'm not disqualifying the poem, I'm aware of what is in it. I just say to keep the themes in your poems stronger due to fear of disqualification if it does not meet the theme requirements.

Alrighty, I was just making sure I wasn't looking at it completely out of wack...

I'm trying to get an entry done for this week; finding the time to write is one of the obstacles though.

Visualization
November 19th, 2009, 08:24 AM
Okay, I will enter another fitting Poem soon. And this post will be the poem once edited!

Klippy
November 20th, 2009, 08:58 AM
Manipulation is a mod at PC
He enjoys peanuts and jelly
When Ireland lost to France,
Manipulation did a dance

We're talking on MSN right now
About a jerk, a noob and a cow
This poem is about Manipulation
Don't try to disqualify it, Abnegation

This poem is ironic genius
It has nothing to do with zebras
Manipulation lives in England
Nothing witty rhymes with England

Give me the emblem so I can stop writing poems
In five minutes, then posting them

:>

aurevesque
November 21st, 2009, 07:28 PM
I'll try.
Manipulation
Her gaze entranced him.
Made him want her even more.
So what could he say when she beckoned to him?
So he followed, her trail of floral perfume leading him on.
She was beautiful, as lovely as the moon.
And seemed as distant as one too.
No one could have her,
Because they could never get close
Without losing something precious.
She was “persuasive”
Using what she had.
He would soon learn what others had learned before
As he stared transfixed in her direction
Her name was Manipulation
And there was a reason why.
There was danger in those eyes
And it danced furiously as she “convinced” others
With her deadly glamour.

hashtag
November 25th, 2009, 11:53 AM
Okay, so, Gavin asked Vendak to choose a winner. Then Vendak and me discussed the winner, we came across someone and and stuff. Then, Vendak asked me to make the post, not sure why his circumstances made this happen. But idk, anyway that's the reason why I'm posting this.

Potw #10 Winner

Klippy! With his poem "Un-named".

Manipulation is a mod at PC
He enjoys peanuts and jelly
When Ireland lost to France,
Manipulation did a dance

We're talking on MSN right now
About a jerk, a noob and a cow
This poem is about Manipulation
Don't try to disqualify it, Abnegation

This poem is ironic genius
It has nothing to do with zebras
Manipulation lives in England
Nothing witty rhymes with England

Give me the emblem so I can stop writing poems
In five minutes, then posting them

He will join Abnegation, Vendak & S3 on the panel this week as well as choose the theme for next week, winning also grants him the POTW emblem. Well done, and thank you for your entries.

stranger
November 25th, 2009, 01:37 PM
Congratulations to Klippy. As soon as possible, if you wish to choose a theme, then PM either myself or Vendak, or get in contact with either and I will open the next week's competition. Sorry this one was a bit late, we all seemed to be quite busy, and thanks for the entries once again.

Gold warehouse
November 29th, 2009, 03:42 PM
i know its kinda dumb :( my first poem ever

K, thanks for letting me know. But it doesn't matter if it's the best poem in the world, it's totally irrelevant to this thread.

Sorry for the late post, I've been away from PC and I guess nobody else wanted to do it?

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The theme this week is 'Lying' and the deadline is the 6th of December. Gogogo.

Also, (might seem obvious, but I'm saying it anyway) some protips: Use the rhyming dictionary, use a thesaurus, use the spelling & grammar check, use some literary devices (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Literary_technique) (they don't even need to be complicated, a simple simile or metaphor can help improve your poem) and most importantly, make sure your poetry comes from your heart!

stranger
December 19th, 2009, 06:13 AM
I've been absent for three weeks and so POTW was put on hiatus as such. So we're going to dive right into it again, starting up with a nice general theme. Details below.

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Announcement
POTW #11

Theme: Anything

Entries in by: December the 27th

Theme Details: Your poem may hold any theme

Hosts: Vendak & Come Clarity

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Apple Juice
December 21st, 2009, 07:31 AM
"A Tree, A Home"

Once upon a very long time
There lived a very huge tree
It had roots upon roots
For many wondering eyes to see
It's leaves were dark green
A deep, attractive color
With it's strong brown trunk
And it's many multi-colored seeds for one another

Once upon a very long time
A tree lived inside a forest
The tree was biggest among the others
It's lived for a thousand years
Very lonely besides wondering birds
But then I came along
Hungry tattered and alone
I saw the tree
Its branches flown
To one side
And I found my home away from home

So once upon a time
It shouldn't be that long
I found a tree
And now it's my home

Might as well. (:

Esper
December 22nd, 2009, 04:06 PM
Guess I'll throw my hat in the ring again.


"The Theatre of Forgotten People"

streetlamp rain falls on my smokey shouldered overcoat
as I tell you about the theatre of forgotten people

Summerless skies sound the clap of thunder
the gloomy mood of clover grows underfoot

soot-black honey conceals the shadows of our passage
backstage - clothing us in shapeless masks and costumes

curtains draw to the silence of the crowd
crab-like, clown-like, Diva takes her cue

ghostly notes echo through the dust-sprinkled air
moved by her voiceless song and babushka eyes

already made brittle under their high-pressure gaze
unwitting performer, you Galatea, statuesque, crack

Ayselipera
December 24th, 2009, 10:02 AM
"This Balloon"

This balloon is renowned
it has been all over town.
From the prison to the people
the priest had seen it in the steeple.

Past the priest and to the farm
animals viewed it from the barn.
Over hills, into the valley
flying by the concourse rally.

Workers in the factory saw it rising high
the children in the school, waved to it goodbye.
Crack the shutters and watch it go
like a serene river this balloon surely flows.

Above the brook and through the trees
to a distant island surrounded by sea,
this balloon is my own.
My balloon has finally found its home.

Gold warehouse
December 28th, 2009, 03:08 PM
After Come Clarity & myself have read each poem, we decided that "The Theatre of Forgotten People" by Scarf was the best out of the three. Well done to Scarf, and a huge thank you to all three of you for participating.

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Announcement
POTW #12
Hosts: Come Clarity & Vendak

Theme: Anything you wish.

Entries in by: The 5th of January

If you have any questions, suggestions etc. Feel free to send a PM to either myself or Come Clarity.
Good luck!

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Esper
December 28th, 2009, 03:39 PM
I'm glad you folks don't mind weird stuff in poetry :3

stranger
December 29th, 2009, 04:53 AM
I would also like to thank you for your entries, and Scarf your poetry is always a joy to read and this week's entry was no exception. I was happy with the entries this week so well done! I should update the main post now I think, I'm a little behind ever since my laptop broke.

Rolling Pichu
January 3rd, 2010, 11:11 AM
Out of curiosity, what is the reason haikus are not allowed in this poetry contest?

I couldn't find an excuse to underestimate such a form, especially with them being a particularly complicated one due to their length. They're challenging, but they can really end up as beautiful pieces and by my thinking, perfectly fitting for a contest like this.

I personally don't plan on writing any for the contest, but I'd like to know why exactly they don't qualify to you.

stranger
January 3rd, 2010, 11:25 AM
Out of curiosity, what is the reason haikus are not allowed in this poetry contest?

I couldn't find an excuse to underestimate such a form, especially with them being a particularly complicated one due to their length. They're challenging, but they can really end up as beautiful pieces and by my thinking, perfectly fitting for a contest like this.

I personally don't plan on writing any for the contest, but I'd like to know why exactly they don't qualify to you.

Hmm, I'm going to say my initial opininion was due to thier length, and you're right there are challenging aspects so as to meet the meter rule, and making them work with the little amount of lines.
However, I did start the competition knowing there would be some snappy entries maybe not encoperating a whole lot of time to have been completed, I assumed that allowing Haiku's to be entered, they would start to become some what of a popular style in POTW due to thier length as opposed to entries which have been much more structured and very difficult to complete such as a sestina. I had hoped to see longer entries because it gives a lot more for the judges to in fact, judge where as if a haiku had been entered it might not have hit upon the theme as well.

I guess that rule is somewhat redundant, so I'm going to allow them to be entered, namely as it may increase the number of entries, as well as the hope that some haiku's may surpass my expectations. I suppose you could call it a personal prefferance when judging, but I think I had been some what short sighted when writing the rule. So it will be taken out, thank you for raising the issue~

Rolling Pichu
January 3rd, 2010, 07:40 PM
Thank you for addressing it. It's true that it may prompt lazy writers to enter, but they will at their own risk... I believe a great haiku stands strong against careless ones.

Cheesymitten
January 7th, 2010, 09:03 AM
Isolation
Sitting there abused
Thrown out of the world
Beaten up and bruised

Weakened by the blows
Names have been thrown at you
And from inside you something arose

Buried down deep inside
You thought you could hide
And you tried so hard to push it aside

And then your mind went boom
Your shield exploded
And you lay on the floor like a burst balloon

You lashed out at those who made you suffer
Faster and faster
Getting tougher and tougher

And then you went back
To a confided space
And they all knew they should never attack.

The End..
>.> <.<
Is that it? Can I go now? =F
[Btw sorry about my previous post I didn't title it >.>]

stranger
January 7th, 2010, 10:11 AM
Thanks for the entry Cheesy! That's no problem, I'm going to await at least one more entry before we can close and start judging, sometimes people just aren't up to writing and we get few entries.
Remember that the theme may be anything~

millie_kitten
January 30th, 2010, 04:15 PM
Your Eyes

Your eyes are like the milky way
pitch black
yet filled with the stars of
love and happiness.

When You're Near Me

When you look at me, I feel like I'm
flying
When you speak to me, I sometimes
can't think of anything to say
When we touch, it's like a shock
that runs up my arms
When you brush close past me,
my heart beats like a drum
When you laugh, I have to
smile
When you cry, I have to
help you
Some things never change,
and
one of them is my love for you.

No Title

Some live in fear of the day they pass on.
Other laugh at the mere thought.
But when their final moments slip away,
they feel the fear, the grief of
leaving all they know behind.

Book*

Don't judge a book by its cover,
just by the story within.


These were all made by me. I'm not afraid of criticism, so be completely honest for me.


* I added my own part to this quote. (second line.)