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Poem Of The Week

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Yay. I will enter the next one~ but wow. Great job Greg. I cant write anything but sonnets lately. ;_;
 
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!
 
Just waiting for the special theme that sparks something in my brain :)
 
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!
 
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. ;)
 
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~
 
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.
 
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.
 
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.
 


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.
 
^ That's what I was thinking. And you have to admit, green is a difficult subject to write about.
 
Yeah I wasn't sure whether it was about the actual colour or in what relation xD
But yeah that's fine.
 
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.

 
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.
 
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!
 
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 :)
 
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?]
 
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