Poetry competition CLOSED 28th September 2016 1:05pm
WINNER
Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
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beautiful_accident
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Supernatural Encounter
Poetry Contest Description
write about a strange or supernatural encounter- your own experience or someone you know.
Write a poem about a supernatural encounter that you or someone you know experienced. It can be as long as 800 words.. No collaborations, new poems and please title it. Most of all have fun.
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Lost and Found
she wandered in the mists of time
lost in swirls of painful memories
never knowing what to do or how
to go home or move on
until she met a lost sad soul
in the jungle where her bone lies
the encounter a screamy meet
as dead girl met a man alive
Her bones were found
a friendship bound
and she moved into the light
and he found his way out
(not an entry)
Ghostly Houseguest
I've had several. Most were in a house I used to own. There was one time I was alone in my bedroom and felt someone sit on my bed. I was wide awake so I know it wasn't a dream. The blankets even pulled down with it. Another time I was home with my three small children alone and a lantern we had hanging was swinging back and forth but no one had been near it. And another time I heard strange rolling noises coming from my attic, like dozens of marbles rolling back and forth.
http://thestir.cafemom.com/bizarre_news/177366/real_ghost_stories_supernatural_encounters
(not an entry)
Just a bump. Bump!
I've had several. Most were in a house I used to own. There was one time I was alone in my bedroom and felt someone sit on my bed. I was wide awake so I know it wasn't a dream. The blankets even pulled down with it. Another time I was home with my three small children alone and a lantern we had hanging was swinging back and forth but no one had been near it. And another time I heard strange rolling noises coming from my attic, like dozens of marbles rolling back and forth.
http://thestir.cafemom.com/bizarre_news/177366/real_ghost_stories_supernatural_encounters
(not an entry)
Just a bump. Bump!
Writing Tomorrow Today
Dear all,
There is a nother world out there,
that we are a part of, but we are separate creatures in that world,
with limited abilities to sense it,
sometimes we sense it
we call it supernatural
I had a supernatural.occurrance
of the seventeenth kind
A Post tramatic train wreck
brought questions to my mind
you see, what i wrote came to be
in a manner most tragically
The lines I chose
were frivolous prose
So what I mentioned,
was not evil intentioned
but lo and behold
as tomorrow unfold
The words that I wrote
sunk the national boat
It brought sadness to all
and roused a vigilante call
If only I knew what I knew
would travel in twists, landed and grew
Rather I think it was
The depths of the dark
You cannot see it without a spark
a tea leaf reading of effect and cause
Were they not my words?
They arose frome some deeper world
They only made sense as time unfurled
to warn me to tell you
that something is amiss
That the demon is roaming
and is about to lay his kiss
If only I knew before hand
what his actions would be
Afterwords the words matched up
but already we have the broken cup
Dear all,
There is a nother world out there,
that we are a part of, but we are separate creatures in that world,
with limited abilities to sense it,
sometimes we sense it
we call it supernatural
I had a supernatural.occurrance
of the seventeenth kind
A Post tramatic train wreck
brought questions to my mind
you see, what i wrote came to be
in a manner most tragically
The lines I chose
were frivolous prose
So what I mentioned,
was not evil intentioned
but lo and behold
as tomorrow unfold
The words that I wrote
sunk the national boat
It brought sadness to all
and roused a vigilante call
If only I knew what I knew
would travel in twists, landed and grew
Rather I think it was
The depths of the dark
You cannot see it without a spark
a tea leaf reading of effect and cause
Were they not my words?
They arose frome some deeper world
They only made sense as time unfurled
to warn me to tell you
that something is amiss
That the demon is roaming
and is about to lay his kiss
If only I knew before hand
what his actions would be
Afterwords the words matched up
but already we have the broken cup
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Journeying
A few thousand sullen rocks
lapsed seagulls targeting Eden,
cigarettes on chapped lips
rolling out into the bay
cross-legged on the shore
I moderate my breath
count elements in imagery,
sing to the near-deep:
"listen" she cries,
skies in remission,
gifts of gold and blue-
"you must open doors,
seek that which is
seeking you"
-inhale
exhale-
tunnels disintegrate
within an apparent world,
she tallies morning on lungs
expanding rhythmic waves
out of body, into sea
shawls pale skin in water
rising from sleeping murk
and upon altars of herself
aeons of knowing
stitched into ethereal
patchwork
A few thousand sullen rocks
lapsed seagulls targeting Eden,
cigarettes on chapped lips
rolling out into the bay
cross-legged on the shore
I moderate my breath
count elements in imagery,
sing to the near-deep:
"listen" she cries,
skies in remission,
gifts of gold and blue-
"you must open doors,
seek that which is
seeking you"
-inhale
exhale-
tunnels disintegrate
within an apparent world,
she tallies morning on lungs
expanding rhythmic waves
out of body, into sea
shawls pale skin in water
rising from sleeping murk
and upon altars of herself
aeons of knowing
stitched into ethereal
patchwork
Haunted
He isn't completely there or not there...
Somewhere in the corridor
Between memory and reality
He lives, walks, and breathes
(haunts)
stands too close, exhales too hot
causes this clammy cool unrest
I remind myself
He's gone .. sort of..
This love transcends terror
creates unease, discomfort
He said he'd never leave me
Sometimes I dare hope
(pray)
Something greater will call him home.
He isn't completely there or not there...
Somewhere in the corridor
Between memory and reality
He lives, walks, and breathes
(haunts)
stands too close, exhales too hot
causes this clammy cool unrest
I remind myself
He's gone .. sort of..
This love transcends terror
creates unease, discomfort
He said he'd never leave me
Sometimes I dare hope
(pray)
Something greater will call him home.
