Poem Of The Week 3

[Ayselipera]

End of Entries
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Once again this week has come to a close. Thank you everyone for your entries. The winner will be announced as soon as possible.

Winner
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This week's winner is IceKnight212 with the poem "Night Marries Day." Congratulations on your win! We hope to see you enter again!

I sit in the back seat of her car,
and each streetlight that shines in.
makes it seem like we're going so far,
when the clock only reads 12:07.

I still can't open my eyes,
She must have found me passed out at the bar again.
Drug me to her car; she dealt with my lies,
In this life she was my best friend.

On her finger was her ring,
In my pocket was mine.
As some band on the radio began to sing,
She flicked it off, and hers did shine.

I awoke with a start,
the car-horn blaring.
and did jump my heart,
when I look up, I was staring.

There was a Semi a mere few feet away,
and the only words I ever did say,
were,
"I love you."

This Week's Theme
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This week's theme is all about Passion. Passion in general is a very compelling emotion or feeling you have towards someone or something. It usually centers around strong emotions such as love or hate.

Entry Period: May 5, 2010 - May 12, 2010
Start: May 5, 2010
End: May 12, 2010

Judges: Astinus, Ayselipera, and IceKnight212

 

[Missingno.7-4468]

I dun like it, but...

If Only

Spoiler:

When you are alone and you hear the cold wind howling,
When no one is with you and the sea is crashing,
When the calm is surrounding, and a small voice inside
Reminds you of our love; with the wind it does ride...

When a voice tells you to return to your love,
When a whisper you hear reminds you of me,
When the thunder is clapping my voice in the rain
And your mind falls into a sad'ning disdain,

Then you will see what you have done,
Then you will know how I feel,
Then you will realise my love for you burns
Like a fire that dances and twirls and turns.

If you can see a great eagle watching you closely,
If you can see the ground beginning to wilt,
If you can see the clouds crying out
And hear them scream my name as they shout.

You then will know that I will love you forever,
You then will know the passion is true,
You then will know this fountain runs deep
With the love that loved you truly; your heart I will keep...

 

[The Cynic]

Theme: Passion

I have never tried this but it could work out.

Theme: Passion

Spoiler:

Devotion

Drops of nothing bounce off the window
In an empty storm, I am hollow.

In a field of scarlet and gold
We first kissed
And I laid you down
In tenderness
We were one.

We are still one
But memories fade through the fog
Be still, as I am still
And breath in the final breath.

Holding my hand, squeezing tightly
You relinquish a hopeful sigh
That says you're there
Like you've always been
By my side.

In a fleeting moment
More flare, more transcendal spark
Than ever before.

The patter you hear now
As you look up
And gaze with a smile, through the cold glass
And breath in the damp smell of flowers.

It's about an elderly couple, alone in a hospital ward on a rainy day, and the time comes for the old man to die. No words are spoken, but together they feel stronger in love than ever before. It contains elements of passion, but it is more about the continuity of true love than a brief moment of passion. I'm trying to show how the bonds between two human beings, can be forged through passion, but then last a lifetime. The warmth of the couple's devotion contrasts with the sombre setting. Its simple, but I think it works.

Anyway its my first attempt at this competition. I'll see how this goes.

 

[TJgamer]

I'm not sure if this qualifies for the theme. But I didn't want my poem to be too similar to anyone else's.
The fact that it was Mother's Day inspired me to write this.
Enjoy.

Spoiler:

Dear Mother
Written by: TJgamer



In the hospital, I was born,
Just moments before the next morn.

My eyes opened and saw the new world,
And yet more things were to be unfurled.

At home, you provided me warmth and love,
And you said my voice was that from a dove.

Throughout the years, I grew to a greater height,
I went to school, and learned how to read and write.

You were proud whenever I did good,
And you always believed that I would.

You lectured me whenever I did wrong,
And helped my heart to be pure and strong.

Many years passed, and now I am almost grown,
My childhood days have gone and swiftly flown.

All these years, you have given me care,
A special thank-you I want to share.

For you have done so much just for me,
And inside, we are both filled with glee.

Even though we may not be with each other,
You are and always will be my caring mother.
​

I posted this 15 minutes after midnight of Mother's Day.
I just wanted to let you know that.

 

[Ayselipera]

@ Missingno.7-4468 and The Cynic - Don't worry both your poems have a fighting chance.

@ TJgamer - Yes it still qualifies since it's about strong emotions.

~ You've all been added and good luck.

 

[Richard Lynch]

I've never tried this either... but let's have a go at it. I usually write humor and satire, but I have a few serious poems in the trunk. ;)

Spoiler:

In the Cold

By Richard Lynch

The sea is dark, and the caves are deep,
And the threads of light are torn.
This suit I wear is new and clean,
But deep below it's worn.
I speak to you in royal ink,
But it's turning crimson red.

The shreds of time are seeping in,
As memory begins to hide.
It's wilting now like an autumn green,
And becoming petrified.
There's no escape from this world, you know,
For history will repeat.

I've killed these feelings, emotion old,
With a weakly settled blade.
I've brushed the scraps into the pit,
Scraps from this mess you've made.
There are no excuses with you gone,
This hollowed heap you've left behind.

The tower now is burning bright,
It is banished to the lore.
The frame will crumble to the earth,
If you come back for more.
The doors are open, the heat is off,
The rooms are forever bare.

Your affection is seen by everyone,
It comes pouring down like snow.
You can not tell a tale of love,
When you think that you might not know.
Your time will come, my wound, my scar,
Your breath shows in the cold.

 

[Ayselipera]

End of Entries
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Alright everyone has been accepted and with that this week's contest is now closed. Thank you all for your poems and for participating. The winner will be announced as soon as they're determined.

Winner
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After a week of exceptional entries the winner is none other than Richard Lynch with his poem "In the Cold!" Congratulations on your win! A new emblem should be coming your way soon~

The sea is dark, and the caves are deep,
And the threads of light are torn.
This suit I wear is new and clean,
But deep below it's worn.
I speak to you in royal ink,
But it's turning crimson red.

The shreds of time are seeping in,
As memory begins to hide.
It's wilting now like an autumn green,
And becoming petrified.
There's no escape from this world, you know,
For history will repeat.

I've killed these feelings, emotion old,
With a weakly settled blade.
I've brushed the scraps into the pit,
Scraps from this mess you've made.
There are no excuses with you gone,
This hollowed heap you've left behind.

The tower now is burning bright,
It is banished to the lore.
The frame will crumble to the earth,
If you come back for more.
The doors are open, the heat is off,
The rooms are forever bare.

Your affection is seen by everyone,
It comes pouring down like snow.
You can not tell a tale of love,
When you think that you might not know.
Your time will come, my wound, my scar,
Your breath shows in the cold.

This Week's Theme
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Okay so this week's theme is a little different then we have perviously had so listen read closely. The theme our winner has chosen is the Nonsense Poem. This doesn't mean your poem is about nonsense it means you have to write a Nonsense Poem. Just like if the theme was a Haiku you would have to write a poem that followed the correct structure to becoming a Haiku, not a poem about Haiku's. A Nonsense Poem in general is a poem that is humorous, funny, whimsical, absurd and usually depicts peculiar characters. A few famous Nonsense Poems are "Jabberwocky" by Lewis Carroll or "Jumblies" by Edward Lear, both of which you can review by clicking here. If you are at all confused feel free asking your question preferably in this thread so if others are confused they can review your question and my answer here. Good luck to everyone!

Entry Period: May 16, 2010 - May 23, 2010
Start: May 16, 2010
End: May 23, 2010

Judges: Astinus, Ayselipera, & Richard Lynch

 

[eveelution]

Okay, never done one of these poems before (Actually I've never done much poetry at all) but I'll give it a try.

Spoiler:

Daredevils, Serial Killers, and The Forces of Nature.​

The book lives on forever.
The poem lasts a moment to shine for a lover.
The Gordian knot's unfair fun is brought to an end.
Scissors cut with a passion, though the passion is not to mend.
Height reaches for the heavens with intention.
Width brings down height's ambitions.
The rain has the storm tell its lies.
Curiosity is a serial killer in disguise.​

 

[Richard Lynch]

I'd also like to mention, on behalf of this week's theme, that some forms of poems are almost intrinsically Nonsense, such as limericks or clerihews. (Good) parodies are quite often Nonsensical. Here are a few examples that I've written:

Limerick:

Spoiler:

Sterile Carol

By Richard Lynch

There once was a young woman named Carol
Who locked herself into a wine barrel.
Her alcoholic twin said she shouldn't be in
That barrel, for it's not very sterile!

Clerihew:

Spoiler:

Lewis Carroll

By Richard Lynch

Mr. Lewis Carroll,
He lived without peril.
Until Alice would talk
About the Jabberwock.

Parody of Issac Watts' "Behold the Glories of the Lamb"

Spoiler:

Behold the Fish

By Richard Lynch

Behold the glories of the Fish,
Amidst his water home;
Prepare the hook, then make a wish,
And cast beneath the foam!

Let all the table take their fill,
The spices passed around;
With vials brimmed on salt of mill,
And drinks of sweeter sound!

And, of course, a variation of my very own... a traditional Nonsense Poem:

Spoiler:

The Owl and the Locksmith

By Richard Lynch

A darkened plane the weather would feign
Moved over the hill with aplomb.
The shadow it cast was of no contrast,
For there was no sun to hide from.
The birds in the air were not at all fair,
For a bird would not fly at night.
The fish in the brook, you never could hook,
There were no fish swimming in sight.

Dark clouds moved back, the sun, through a crack,
Shined over the hillside green.
A seagull flew through; the cows shouted "moo!"
But the Owl knew not what they mean.
This Owl would loom on a treeish legume,
In day, the most unlikely time.
He would sit there and watch, with a bottle of scotch,
While trying to think of a rhyme.

When a Locksmith walked past, the Owl, at last!
Had someone whom would help him write.
"Dear Locksmith," said he, "I send you a plea,
That you help me without a fight!"
"I really could try, but you are too high!"
Said the Locksmith, looking above,
"If you should come down, we'll travel to town,
And our time we shall make the most of!"

When the Owl set foot on root-laden soot,
He walked with the Locksmith beside.
When the town was in view, the Locksmith withdrew,
And he said, while halting their stride:
"I'll pick up a fiddle, and sing you a riddle!
How much have you lost in a bet?"
"I'm not much to gamble," the Owl did ramble,
"This riddle," said the Locksmith, "You'll get!"

The Locksmith began with asking, "How can
You remove a cat from your house?"
The Owl scratched chin, then answered, "Therein,
Do you send the cat a small mouse?"
The Locksmith gleamed, "Wrong! Now, please come along,"
And the Owl he set on a stone.
With his fork and a plate, the Owl he ate,
And the Locksmith walked back all alone.

However! Remember that oftentimes with comedy and Nonsense, less is more when it comes to length!

 

[Missingno.7-4468]

Untitled...

Spoiler:

Many, many years ago, in the land of Toolahlay,
I came across a man, old with hair of gray;
These words he spoke to me in muttered speech:
"Seperate all your fruits, never mix an apple and a peach."

I thought and thought, but I could not understand,
So I went along my way in this strange and crazy land.
Then I met a pair of sisters, pretty as can be,
Then they said in unison "Never mix a pear and a lychee."

Then I realized this land was obsessed with fruits,
And that I looked misplaced in my fancy suit.
Then I was tackled by a boy, his face splashed with mud.
"Don't you mix melon and cherry," he said, "It'll be a dud."

Then I saw a smoothie stand in the middle of the road,
Thirst as I was, I stopped and dropped my load.
As I sat on a stool, this advice the owner gave to me:
"Never should you mix honeydew and a strawberry."

I looked at the menu as thouroughly as I could,
Struck with indecision, I then thought I would
Think back to all the advice given straight to me.
I made up my mind, and said very suddenly:

"I'll have a smoothie of apple and pear,"
I then thought "Do I dare?"
Continuing, I said "Put in a little cherry
And please do not forget a ripe strawberry."

He whipped it up with amazing speed,
This refreshing drink did I truly need.
I took one sip, two, four, seven.
Suddenly I realized: I should have ordered lemon.

Whee, that was fun xD

 

[TJgamer]

Here's my entry for this week's theme. I may not have much experience with this type of mood, so you can not like it if you want.

Spoiler:

My Morning Routine
Written by: TJgamer


Plink, clunk, Plink, clunk,
Went my rusty clock in my trash,
It then sprouted wings,
Rather beautiful things,
But then fell with a loud crash.

I slumped out of bed,
And saw the clock on the ground,
Something was amiss,
I've never seen this,
The hands were improperly wound.

I walked down the halls,
And slumped down the uneven stairs,
In the dining room,
My tree was in bloom,
With purple-green striped pears.

For my breakfast,
I take the pears off the tree,
Then peel the skin,
Three layers thin,
And eat it with my tangy tea.

After that was done,
I went upstairs and into the bathroom,
I put on my suit,
And my lucky boot,
And my scruffy hair I did groom.

I looked at my mirror,
And thought I needed a shave,
I took my shaving cream,
Shaving Goo Supreme,
And my beard came off in one wave.

I stepped out onto the porch,
And took a brief look at my front lawn,
It had wacky creatures,
With very odd features,
I couldn't help but let out a yawn.

I looked to my left,
And saw my butler coloring the rooftops,
He threw balloons filled with paint,
That method is so quaint,
Even if he accidentally drops.

I took out my watch,
And the time was thirteen o' two,
I'd better perk,
And prepare for work,
Or else I might be overdue.

I pushed the button,
On the controller to my old car,
And my car tore,
Through the garage door,
And its inertia went quite far.

My car front was large,
The trunk was raised at an angle,
It had five wheels,
Tires made from eels,
The roof was shaped like a triangle.

I started the car,
It let out a large ba-boom,
It hopped,
And it plopped,
And it started moving, va-room.

This life is dull,
My job at the office is so great,
I need a style,
Not done in a while,
And I may feel up to date.​

And you think our lives are boring?

 

[Scales]

I wear my cell phone at night

My cellphone started talking to me

It was an unusual sight

He and I contemplated what we usually see.

I, with Pokemon of flight,

he, with reminders filled with jargon.

I said sorry to my mobile, claiming texts were all the rage

Unfortunately, he claimed I was as lax as a flagon.

I asked my mobile why he was as stiff as a cage,

He presented me with static and turned himself off.

What happens when you listen to 80's pop music while watching Micheal Jackson music videos

 

[Ayselipera]

Whew! Okay, everyone has been accepted. I'm happy to see there is a healthy amount of participants so far. I have high hopes for this week. Anyways good luck to all!

Also I want to say thanks to Richard Lynch for adding in a few of his own examples and expanding the whole explanation process. So hopefully everyone has a clear idea of what is expected in this week's contest.

Alright then. I'll be looking forward to more entries so don't be hesitant.

 

[Ayselipera]

End of Entries
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Once again this week's contest has come to a close. I want to (as usual) thank everyone for joining. :p I know this week's contest may have been a difficult for some, but I'm glad to see those who were weary of their poems still joined. The winner will be announced as soon as that decision has been made.

Winner
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Out of all the poems the one poem that truly captured the essence of a Nonsense poem while also being very enjoyable to read is well... the untitled Nonsense poem by Missingno.7-4468! Congratulations for your win! It was really an enjoyable read. :D

Many, many years ago, in the land of Toolahlay,
I came across a man, old with hair of gray;
These words he spoke to me in muttered speech:
"Seperate all your fruits, never mix an apple and a peach."

I thought and thought, but I could not understand,
So I went along my way in this strange and crazy land.
Then I met a pair of sisters, pretty as can be,
Then they said in unison "Never mix a pear and a lychee."

Then I realized this land was obsessed with fruits,
And that I looked misplaced in my fancy suit.
Then I was tackled by a boy, his face splashed with mud.
"Don't you mix melon and cherry," he said, "It'll be a dud."

Then I saw a smoothie stand in the middle of the road,
Thirst as I was, I stopped and dropped my load.
As I sat on a stool, this advice the owner gave to me:
"Never should you mix honeydew and a strawberry."

I looked at the menu as thouroughly as I could,
Struck with indecision, I then thought I would
Think back to all the advice given straight to me.
I made up my mind, and said very suddenly:

"I'll have a smoothie of apple and pear,"
I then thought "Do I dare?"
Continuing, I said "Put in a little cherry
And please do not forget a ripe strawberry."

He whipped it up with amazing speed,
This refreshing drink did I truly need.
I took one sip, two, four, seven.
Suddenly I realized: I should have ordered lemon.

This Week's Theme
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This week's theme is about: Home
Home is where you feel welcome; where you truly think you belong. Many places can be home for different people, such as a small house in a nice neighborhood, the excitement of a city, being out in the mountains with nature, or anywhere else. - Wonderfully worded by our last winner.

Entry Period: May 27, 2010 - June 3, 2010
Start: May 27, 2010
End: June 3, 2010

Judges: Astinus, Ayselipera, and Missingno.7-4468

 

[Scales]

Home is where the heart is

I left that place not too long ago
Where the plants were in with bloom
and I could practice my cello.

It was the only place I shielded myself from doom
A safe haven, a warm area
Nothing in the world was better
Then curling up, with my wonderful Maria.

The sunset was always a favorite activity,
Sitting at my greatest chair, with the performance vexed
Even then, I was stranded in captivity

The only place I could ever go
Was to and fro
Way back home

 

[Scales]

The Wayward Soul

Bleeding from every gash,
She slowly crawls back to her room.
Father, too drunk to care, doesn't follow.

She slinks onto her bed,
Sobbing at what he's done.
If only Mommy hadn't died.

He beats her, cuts her,
Rapes her, destroys everything she loves.
If only Mommy hadn't died.

As she slips into blackness,
Calms down, and relaxed, she thinks.
If only Mommy hadn't died...

She was finally there,
With her Mommy, with her loved one.
She was finally home.

Goddamned Icenight that was extremely depressing and disturbing

 

[Ayselipera]

End of Entries
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Alright this week is now over. Although there has been a small outcome for this week a winner will still be determined. It should be interesting with only two entries. :o

Winner
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Okay, so this week's winner is IceKnight212 with the poem "The Wayward Soul" It was very memorable to say the least. :p

Bleeding from every gash,
She slowly crawls back to her room.
Father, too drunk to care, doesn't follow.

She slinks onto her bed,
Sobbing at what he's done.
If only Mommy hadn't died.

He beats her, cuts her,
Rapes her, destroys everything she loves.
If only Mommy hadn't died.

As she slips into blackness,
Calms down, and relaxed, she thinks.
If only Mommy hadn't died...

She was finally there,
With her Mommy, with her loved one.
She was finally home.

This Week's Theme
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This week's theme is all about the paranormal. The word paranormal is used to describe an occurrence that does not have a scientific explanation. It also extends into the world of the supernatural where things like psychokinesis and extrasensory perception are common.

Entry Period: June 5, 2010 - June 12, 2010
Start: June 5, 2010
End: June 12, 2010

Judges: Astinus & Ayselipera

 

[Missingno.7-4468]

I surprised myself with this ~

Spoiler:

When and Where
A soul is lost from where he came;
Lost from his time; oh what a shame.
He tries to find a single friend
Who will try to make his "life" end.
Is this some sort of awful game?

He cannot remember his name,
It was lost to time in the same
Way as his soul, but now is penned;
A soul is lost...

To what things can this soul acclaim?
Have his deeds ever been proclaimed?
Will there be anyone to send
This soul away, so he won't spend
Eternity where he exclaimed
"A soul is lost!"

 

[Totaldile]

Disappeared...

Another one has hit the news
Another one is gone
I sigh, I stare, I breathe in deep
The pain will not last long

News spreads fairly quickly
In a small town such as here
Where families are closely linked
But all riddled with fear

Do not go out after dark;
They'd drill into us all
For something, someone out there just
May shove and make you fall

The sealine shore looks promising
The coast is full of fish
But every day's a risk we'll take
Thing upon no-one you'd wish.

You may ask what's the danger
But you'd not get a reply
They'd simply point and whisper
Murmuring, 'oh, why'

They pointed at the island
In the middle of the lake.
If you were unlucky, unfortunatly,
Your life one day it'll take.

So do not venture in a boat
It's far a waste of you
Because one day the lake may take
Your boat and your life too.



It may be a bit cryptic, but it's meant to be about those ships whose crew disappeared for no reason and were never found :3.

 

[Ayselipera]

I'm glad to see this week is already getting off to a much better start! With that being said all three of you have been accepted. Good luck to each of you!