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Careful With That Axe, Pichu!
February 4th, 2008, 10:56 AM
February's Poetry ChallengeWelcome to the Poetry Challenge.

Results for the past month's challenge will be posted in a few days due to several inconveniences-- We're deeply sorry for the delay and hope you understand.

We shall heartbreak with: LOVE & FRIENDHSIP! It's February, time to let your romantic/fraternal love melt with passion into words!

You shall post your finished work in this topic. Your piece will count as an entry to the contest and you'll be added to the participant list.

Your hearts will be broken on February 29th, 2008.

When the judge(s) come to a final vedrict from the contest, a new results topic will be created for you to comment on them. Such topic will be posted after the the next contest, around March 7th.

Poems will be judged under this criterion:

Content: 1 to 10
Structure/Syntax: 1 to 10
Diction: 1 to 10
Rhythm: 1 to 10
Bonus: x %
Score: Total sum of points/4, plus the bonus.


♥ You may submit your poem before February 29th. Any work submitted after the deadline has passed will be out of the contest.
♥ One piece per contestant. Multiple pieces wouldn’t increase your chances, anyway.
♥ Respect everyone’s work. Please do not show us inappropriate attitudes, let’s keep it clean.
♥ Be reasonable. No altercations! If you have any disagreements regarding the rules/subject/results, express yourself rationally.

Take them to PM please. I will delete any post that's not work submission in this topic.♥ THE PARTICIPANTS ♥

Oni Pichu (http://pokecommunity.com/member.php?u=4350)

If you desire to volunteer as a judge, please issue a PM to me with a sample review of any work on OW-Poetry.


February 12th, 2008, 3:32 PM
I guess i'll be the first to sign up.

Tornado Alley-A Symbolistic Love/Hatred Poem

In My Dorm Room
On the floor
Praying and praying
Hearing the tornado outside
Destroying everything in its path
In a matter of seconds
The winds dramatically pick up
Debris is flying all around me
My grip lets go of the door
And then I fly away
Like a paper airplane
The next time I open my eyes
I’m somewhere in the middle of nowhere
Starting over.

Oh, and when is the winner for last month's poem going to be announced?

melod.ii ous demyx~♪
February 15th, 2008, 8:30 AM
n_n I was waiting, so that I wasn't the first to post again~ <3
But I will now.



Falling Fast
Loving Long
Beat for Beat
Rhythmic Song
Calling Loud
Ringing Still
Lending Ear
Just Crystal
Be the one I see in dreams
Shattered Faded Memory

Past is Blind
Truth Reveal
Faded Laugh
Broken Vow
Believe it with my own two eyes

Falling Fast
Loving Dies.


Infatuation is an intense but short-lived and irrational passion for somebody or something.
Just like thinking everything is perfect and will last for forever, the things you cherish most are just like a crystal. Crystals are temporary and may shatter; Diamonds are the things that last forever.
The saying that seeing is believing, doesn’t compare with actually believing with your heart. Some things, like love, can be seen through blind eyes and still be real, if your heart believes them~

♥Oh, and Happy Valentine's Day, (late) Everybody~ <3♥

Abolishing Flames
February 18th, 2008, 12:39 AM

One may never find the soft beckons of her mind
The whispers that allure the tremulous voices
That claw their way out of the confines of the day—

Into and out of these wary walls of fantasy
Will my words of undying devotion
Reach out and embrace her weary ears

One may never find the sweet and tender caresses
The faint heartbeats and the gentle warmth
And the vague yearning for the subtle kisses

The faint and reverberating whispers
Running through her soft lips—slowly
In words unrequited, yet loved:

through my lips,
through my soul.

February 21st, 2008, 9:23 PM
Time Is Always The Same

It’s been weeks since I've felt
Your soft chest cushion my head.

… Or has it only been seconds since I've felt
Your deep passionate eyes grazing me?

No, it must be months since I've felt
Your warm loving lips pressed into my own.

… But maybe it’s been only minutes since I've felt
Your delicate fingers fitted perfectly into mine.

Yet it could be days since I've felt
Your comforting arms enveloping me…

Possibly it’s been but hours since I've felt
Your gentle caressing hands brush my skin.

… Alas, I think it’s been years since I've felt
Any flickering touch of your true love.

It’s difficult to decipher just how much
Time has truly passed us by when
What feels like years could be minutes,
And what seems like seconds might be weeks.

Yet to our abandoned lonesome hearts,
Time's frivolous definitions bear no weight.
To a true love distanced,
Two dimensions of time exist only;
Precious time with one's dearest love,
And the hollow time without.

Time is always the same in both;
Either moving too slowly,
So that the torture erodes your soul
With each second that lasts a year,
Or going by much too quickly,
Where your intimate weeks together
Have the length of minuscule minutes.

Nay time does not limit our lives,
For it is easily swayed and manipulated,
Rather our lives are measured by love.

[This is actually an old poem, I mean not terribly old but I didn't write it for the competition. I was trying but my mind was drawing a blank and I couldn't come up with anything new, sorry! Anyways, my friend said that this poem reminded her of the "Season Of Love" song from the musical RENT and I watched that last night again and have been listening to that song quite a bit so I decided to enter this poem into the contest, all signs seemed to be pointing towards it! Anyways, I wrote it because it had been about 4 months since I'd seen my boyfriend and it felt like so much longer than that, but at the same not not that long. It's just crazy, that's what this poem was supposed to convey! =) Good luck once again to everyone in the contest! And hopefully we'll get the results of last months contest soon!]

February 22nd, 2008, 8:39 PM
Here I go.

"Is it worth it?"

How you doin' yall? Is love worth the emotional fall?
I say the answer is no, love is nothing more than a show.
Opinions everyones got, but what about the people who for love fought?
Friendships go too far, the fall from love causes one to get hit by a car.
Now is love worth all that? When the broken heart in heaven is sat?
Stay single, love ain't worth all the mingle.
The stress for you, fallin' for love you foo'.
Nothin' but pain comes from the heart, the owner gets hit there with a dart.
Now my February freestyle goes out in style, because I say love looks like a crocodile.
Now they say love don't emotionally shoo, but only for the rich people you foo.
Happiness ain't love.
Only for the truly rich. For all of us, our hearts end up in a ditch.
Happiness ain't love.
Happiness ain't love.
Love don't work.

This is the kind of poem you get from me when I have been listening to hip-hop ._.

February 22nd, 2008, 10:26 PM
Mine will not rhyme.

"And so I wait on this stoop"

Fourteen years.
--Fourteen years and sixty-three days.
Fourteen years, sixty-three days and 467 minutes.
--The clock just keeps ticking, Second by second, minute by minute, hour by hour.
And yet I continue waiting. Waiting upon the very stoop that you left me on.
--Fourteen years, sixty-three days and 469 minutes.
They say that what I believe is barking mad. They are ignorant.
--Fourteen years, sixty-three days and 470 minutes.
They do not know what I know. They have not felt what I still feel.
--Fourteen years, sixty-three days and 472 minutes.
You told me you loved me; you told me this was for the better. I cringed.
--Fourteen years, sixty-three days and 473 minutes.
You left that next morning. You left me on this very stoop to go fight for your country.
--Fourteen years, sixty-three days and 474 minutes.
It was supposed to be five years; five years and ninty-two days. You never came home.
--Fourteen years, sixty-three days and 476 minutes.
And so I waited. I waited day after day, week after week, year after year. And you never arrived.
--Fourteen years, sixty-three days and 478 minutes.
The light grows brighter; it welcomes me with open arms. I still wait.
--Fourteen years, sixty-three days and 479 minutes.
I never knew how every second lasted so long. How stupid I was.
--Fourteen years, sixty-three days and 480 minutes.
The light takes my mind. It swirls and curves to the sky; to the sun.
--Fourteen years, sixty-three days and 483 minutes.
I am flying; flying to you. I will be whole once more.
--Fourteen years, sixty-three days and 486 minutes.
Finally, we reunite. We will be together for eternity; I no longer have to wait.


The whole center of the poem is how one person will go through leaps and bounds to wait for love. In this paticular poem, the narrator waits years for her husband to come home in the war. Little does she know that he perished in the war before he could go home. Since he died a light opened up for the narrator. She wouldn't take it's hands because she was to wait for her husband. Finally, she is taken from Earth by God and is with her husband for eternity.

Guns n' Roses
February 23rd, 2008, 11:32 AM

Romance Hero
February 25th, 2008, 3:07 PM
...It's been hard to think of something really good, and I wasn't satisfied with anything I was making throughout the whole month (believe me, my entire wastebasket is full of poems x.x) So here's one of them:

WorldStone Effigy

Someone made me to withstand the years,
Through wars and cheers, poverty and tears.
Lovers come to bless, their undying love,
Even after they die, and rise above.
But what am I...? With no one to share?
With no one who ever truly cared?
Then I am reminded of my petrified stance,
To see a statue cry ... would be a miraculous glance.
If I am able to make it rain, let it pour!
Let it bombard the Earth’s core!
If I am to make it shine, let the world burn,
If it is time to love, it is my turn.

Silly Statue, rocks can't love! :P

Dedicated to Caitlin. You let my inspiration unfold again. Thank you. :]