Poetry competition CLOSED 27th July 2015 2:41pm
WINNER
BoFantastic
BoFantastic
Pistanthrophobia
BoFantastic said:Victory After Death, Victory Over Pain
there's truth in pain
it hurts at first
it burns, it bursts
we lose our dignity
indulge in our self pity
we wander in despair
and we wallow in spite
but we know pain
doesn't mind a good fight
if your blood growls
underneath your skin
give pain a taste
of it's own
medicine
you either wallow in pity
or you swallow pain
you either charge to victory
or you fall in shame
you can lose your life
but you will gain a name
This truly moved me, thank you so much for this!
there's truth in pain
it hurts at first
it burns, it bursts
we lose our dignity
indulge in our self pity
we wander in despair
and we wallow in spite
but we know pain
doesn't mind a good fight
if your blood growls
underneath your skin
give pain a taste
of it's own
medicine
you either wallow in pity
or you swallow pain
you either charge to victory
or you fall in shame
you can lose your life
but you will gain a name
This truly moved me, thank you so much for this!
Miss_Sub said:245 words... right on the limit!
Reasons not to trust French men (A collection of triolets)
I.) The meeting
Your hands were more than Gods to me
I thought about them day and night,
They were the first thing I could see
Your hands were more than Gods to me.
I spoke to you, a gentle plea,
And I was firmly in your sight:
Your hands were more than Gods to me.
I thought about them day and night.
II.) The Encounters
Breathe in, and hold, and slowly out
And feel the moment, my good girl
Erase your fears and all your doubt
Breathe in. And hold... and slowly out...
A release from four months of drought
I'll watch your bloom gently unfurl,
Breathe in.... and hold... and slowly out,
and feel the moment, my good girl.
III.) The leaving
You hid your wedding ring so well
That I believed your secret lie,
I did not hear the warning bell;
You hid your wedding ring so well
And I was left, an empty shell.
As I could only mouth "goodbye".
You hid your wedding ring so well,
That I believed your secret lie.
IV. ) en résumé
Do the French pen poems to themselves?
Will they save us all the heart-breaking?
They should keep their books upon their shelves--
Do the French pen poems to themselves?
For the lonely girl who surely delves
Will hold herself at night, still shaking.
Do the French pen poems to themselves?
Will they save us all the heart-breaking?
This is so wonderfully written, and the form is lovely.
Reasons not to trust French men (A collection of triolets)
I.) The meeting
Your hands were more than Gods to me
I thought about them day and night,
They were the first thing I could see
Your hands were more than Gods to me.
I spoke to you, a gentle plea,
And I was firmly in your sight:
Your hands were more than Gods to me.
I thought about them day and night.
II.) The Encounters
Breathe in, and hold, and slowly out
And feel the moment, my good girl
Erase your fears and all your doubt
Breathe in. And hold... and slowly out...
A release from four months of drought
I'll watch your bloom gently unfurl,
Breathe in.... and hold... and slowly out,
and feel the moment, my good girl.
III.) The leaving
You hid your wedding ring so well
That I believed your secret lie,
I did not hear the warning bell;
You hid your wedding ring so well
And I was left, an empty shell.
As I could only mouth "goodbye".
You hid your wedding ring so well,
That I believed your secret lie.
IV. ) en résumé
Do the French pen poems to themselves?
Will they save us all the heart-breaking?
They should keep their books upon their shelves--
Do the French pen poems to themselves?
For the lonely girl who surely delves
Will hold herself at night, still shaking.
Do the French pen poems to themselves?
Will they save us all the heart-breaking?
This is so wonderfully written, and the form is lovely.
Anonymous
