Poetry competition CLOSED 4th February 2016 10:22am
WINNER
Blackhippy60
Blackhippy60
Metaphor of the day
- The Snow Globe -
A tiny snow globe in a child's hand, to them a universe holds,
Where snow falls upon a land untouched by time and age...
And in that instant, imagination's power ever swiftly enfolds,
Entrapping us in a fairytale world, like birds in a gilded cage.
Happy to be held by the spectacle before us, we do not care,
About the worries of life around us, which towards us stare.
Similarly, I long to be held by the eyes of a beloved lady fair,
Who would have the power to captivate me beyond compare.
Am I, then, like a child for my blind faith in the power of love?
Let it be so, for in my innocence my spirit soars like a dove.
Shall my wings enfold her, when she comes unto my side...
Into the world of my snow globe, where a castle does abide.
What lies within that castle, are the delights of every era...
And nothing of the evils, which have befallen across all time.
So unlike the world we live in, this sadly tormented Terra...
More like unto a line of poetry, some very treasured rhyme!
I see it in my soul, as I hold the sphere and gaze within it,
A world all our own, to which we can fly and, together, flit.
Perhaps only in imagination this world can exist this real...
But it can live forever in our hearts if, therein, we do seal.
Thus locked away inside our souls, the magic shall endure,
And we can go there anytime, winged, to that kind shore.
Like angels we can sing the praises of the love we know,
If you would love me, despite wither the wind might blow!
Let the winds of the world blow as they may; they are little,
Merely phantoms without form, compared to mortal hearts!
Like words without meaning, or an answer without a riddle,
They cannot touch us, falling like so many arrows and darts.
When we shake the snow globe, it causes the snow to fall...
So who shakes the world, toppling those who stand so tall?
Trust in the hand that made all things, and in love believe...
That such a power will not offend, but every trouble relieve!
Every world is a snow globe and every god the holding hand!
Each dwelling is a castle, as the universe was first planned.
We have the power to make it magical so why not use it so,
To build a greater dawn for all, a fantasy where all may go!
A tiny snow globe in a child's hand, to them a universe holds,
Where snow falls upon a land untouched by time and age...
And in that instant, imagination's power ever swiftly enfolds,
Entrapping us in a fairytale world, like birds in a gilded cage.
Happy to be held by the spectacle before us, we do not care,
About the worries of life around us, which towards us stare.
Similarly, I long to be held by the eyes of a beloved lady fair,
Who would have the power to captivate me beyond compare.
Am I, then, like a child for my blind faith in the power of love?
Let it be so, for in my innocence my spirit soars like a dove.
Shall my wings enfold her, when she comes unto my side...
Into the world of my snow globe, where a castle does abide.
What lies within that castle, are the delights of every era...
And nothing of the evils, which have befallen across all time.
So unlike the world we live in, this sadly tormented Terra...
More like unto a line of poetry, some very treasured rhyme!
I see it in my soul, as I hold the sphere and gaze within it,
A world all our own, to which we can fly and, together, flit.
Perhaps only in imagination this world can exist this real...
But it can live forever in our hearts if, therein, we do seal.
Thus locked away inside our souls, the magic shall endure,
And we can go there anytime, winged, to that kind shore.
Like angels we can sing the praises of the love we know,
If you would love me, despite wither the wind might blow!
Let the winds of the world blow as they may; they are little,
Merely phantoms without form, compared to mortal hearts!
Like words without meaning, or an answer without a riddle,
They cannot touch us, falling like so many arrows and darts.
When we shake the snow globe, it causes the snow to fall...
So who shakes the world, toppling those who stand so tall?
Trust in the hand that made all things, and in love believe...
That such a power will not offend, but every trouble relieve!
Every world is a snow globe and every god the holding hand!
Each dwelling is a castle, as the universe was first planned.
We have the power to make it magical so why not use it so,
To build a greater dawn for all, a fantasy where all may go!
i sleep with the lights on because i never sleep
I am the living dead.
Forever damned to roam
the scorched rime
heartless
and soulless.
A zombie consumed
with devouring flesh
snared in the light
Because he convinced her
not to get the abortion.
Then he left
another monster.
http://cf067b.medialib.glogster.com/media/be/bec04be9d331a34dc66985017a037b32529bda2ca506fc2cf17ee5aa5ff58215/child-soldiers-25-jpg.jpg
http://www.joblo.com/newsimages1/71cb11.jpg
I am the living dead.
Forever damned to roam
the scorched rime
heartless
and soulless.
A zombie consumed
with devouring flesh
snared in the light
Because he convinced her
not to get the abortion.
Then he left
another monster.
http://cf067b.medialib.glogster.com/media/be/bec04be9d331a34dc66985017a037b32529bda2ca506fc2cf17ee5aa5ff58215/child-soldiers-25-jpg.jpg
http://www.joblo.com/newsimages1/71cb11.jpg
