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Poem Of The Week

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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!
 
Entering

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
 
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.​
 
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 ;)
 
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!
 
HOLY, I see a sestina. I love you.
 
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
 
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!​
 
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Congratulations to the winner but == I was just about to post mine XD
 
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 =]
 
Congratulations! I'm sorry I didn't get round to doing this. I got bombed with homework.
 
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!
 
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.
 
Awesome we hve an entry, it's been added to the main post.
 
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​
 
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.
 
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