Poetry competition CLOSED 1st June 2015 10:03am
WINNER
hornyatmorn
hornyatmorn
Tell Me - "Your User-slash-Name"
Poetry Contest Description
Write about your username, real name or any name!
Two fortnights are given;
As always only enter your best editions.
Tell me about your name worry not the word count,
for the sake of some spice the form must be "Limerick" or "Lanterne"!
Remember to have fun and be creative as always!
Yours faithfully
Infernus.
Double Post?:
You may have two entries BUT if one is a Limerick
the other must be a Lanterne meaning more range and virtue is born.
As always only enter your best editions.
Tell me about your name worry not the word count,
for the sake of some spice the form must be "Limerick" or "Lanterne"!
Remember to have fun and be creative as always!
Yours faithfully
Infernus.
Double Post?:
You may have two entries BUT if one is a Limerick
the other must be a Lanterne meaning more range and virtue is born.
Label
A name is a label nothing more than a word
this imprisons you just as a flightless bird
yet it defines you and fills passion in your soul
that gives you freedom to escape from the bottomless hole
this is my name and this is what will be heard
A name is a label nothing more than a word
this imprisons you just as a flightless bird
yet it defines you and fills passion in your soul
that gives you freedom to escape from the bottomless hole
this is my name and this is what will be heard
Anonymous
MOURGAIN LE FAY
https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_profilepage&v=r1QxTdGQ4F8
From darkness shaped
On an ancient silver sickled moon
I lay in the sacred womb
Waiting for my birth
The oval oracle, times tomb
And the burning wheel
The howling light
I weep eternal night
Woes of the world
On my way to Avalon
Ovate,and Priestess
Now see
Poet, and Bard
Now sing
Sorcery
I bring
https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_profilepage&v=r1QxTdGQ4F8
From darkness shaped
On an ancient silver sickled moon
I lay in the sacred womb
Waiting for my birth
The oval oracle, times tomb
And the burning wheel
The howling light
I weep eternal night
Woes of the world
On my way to Avalon
Ovate,and Priestess
Now see
Poet, and Bard
Now sing
Sorcery
I bring
Anonymous
'DevlinDLC' mean's "Nothing";
and when I die
my headstone will read:
"here lies Nothing. . ."
so when DU no longer exists
and no longer is my home
at least I'll be known
for writing one great fucking poem!
Anonymous
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