Poetry competition CLOSED 29th October 2017 00:08am
WINNER
wallyroo92
wallyroo92
RUNNER-UP:
SourMelon0313
Life is a Camera - Alice in Wonderland theme
Poetry Contest Description
Quote Prompt
Life is like a camera with images that need to be focused on if we are to capture the good times and develop from the negatives. But if things don’t work out, then we gotta take another shot.
Your challenge is to come up with a poem that mirrors this outlook along with the following quote from Alice in Wonderland:
“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?'
'That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,' said the Cat.
'I don't much care where -' said Alice.
'Then it doesn't matter which way you go,' said the Cat.
'- so long as I get SOMEWHERE,' Alice added as an explanation.
'Oh, you're sure to do that,' said the Cat, 'if you only walk long enough.”
Rules:
1- All styles are welcome. Kindly enter only newly drafted poems.
2- Kindly abstain from violent, suicidal, and erotic content. '
3- Kindly comment on all entries for this competition and once you are done kindly indicate so by posting: done commenting.
I look forward to reading your work. This is my first competition and I hope my competition inspires you all to write impressive pieces.
Your challenge is to come up with a poem that mirrors this outlook along with the following quote from Alice in Wonderland:
“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?'
'That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,' said the Cat.
'I don't much care where -' said Alice.
'Then it doesn't matter which way you go,' said the Cat.
'- so long as I get SOMEWHERE,' Alice added as an explanation.
'Oh, you're sure to do that,' said the Cat, 'if you only walk long enough.”
Rules:
1- All styles are welcome. Kindly enter only newly drafted poems.
2- Kindly abstain from violent, suicidal, and erotic content. '
3- Kindly comment on all entries for this competition and once you are done kindly indicate so by posting: done commenting.
I look forward to reading your work. This is my first competition and I hope my competition inspires you all to write impressive pieces.
Anonymous
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out of the rabbit hole; shoot for the moon...
feeling lost is good
In a way then,
you just haven’t
reached your destination
yet…
but if you don’t know
where to go…
~
I’ve been lost
I’ve been without a destination
I’ve been without hope
without a meaning or scope
I walked on many paths
without knowing where to go
I’ve asked for help from many
not knowing what I want
I’ve searched myself
in all the wrong places
I’ve had many resolutions
without going back to the start
to my roots…
who am I?
why am I here?
what I'm capable of?
where do I need to be?
and,
how can I get there?
and you feel the need,
to be honest with yourself
when you slowly admit
the dark clouds will pass
letting the sunlight
fall on your face
~
in the warmth of the wind
a tingling cold sensation rises
from the bottom of your spine
as you take a deep breath
opening your eyes
to a new horizon
you embrace the feeling
and start your journey
with the will and might
stronger than ever
Written by dejure
(vick)
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Through My Glass…Darkly
My perception has been off ever since,
Well, I really can’t remember when,
My views were skewed from the beginning,
I guess that’s why I rely on my pen…
Yet,
I’ve been pessimistic, artistic and mildly autistic,
What I thought I understood wasn’t always the case,
I’ve faced situations with selfishness unaware
Of the consequences when my senses weren’t in place…
But,
Many a time I’ve been absorbed in my own world,
Without focus or drive to get to where I should go,
Instead I’ve laid there lazily as the days strayed crazily,
Until I realized I was being carried away by the undertow…
No!
I will not go into that despair, that crippling nightmare,
That impasse en-masse without a sense of direction,
Not at my age, not at this stage in my life and career,
In the mirror I’ll have the biggest and hardest reflection…
Yes…
My past makes me who I am today but it doesn’t dictate
The road ahead of me or the choices I’m going to make,
For therein lies the truth, gone are the days of my youth,
But I still define and decide the pathways I’m going to take.
My perception has been off ever since,
Well, I really can’t remember when,
My views were skewed from the beginning,
I guess that’s why I rely on my pen…
Yet,
I’ve been pessimistic, artistic and mildly autistic,
What I thought I understood wasn’t always the case,
I’ve faced situations with selfishness unaware
Of the consequences when my senses weren’t in place…
But,
Many a time I’ve been absorbed in my own world,
Without focus or drive to get to where I should go,
Instead I’ve laid there lazily as the days strayed crazily,
Until I realized I was being carried away by the undertow…
No!
I will not go into that despair, that crippling nightmare,
That impasse en-masse without a sense of direction,
Not at my age, not at this stage in my life and career,
In the mirror I’ll have the biggest and hardest reflection…
Yes…
My past makes me who I am today but it doesn’t dictate
The road ahead of me or the choices I’m going to make,
For therein lies the truth, gone are the days of my youth,
But I still define and decide the pathways I’m going to take.
Thank you Wallyroo92, Dejure Vick, and Cloventongue89, for pitching into this contest. You all have contributed great pieces but sadly no one cared to participate in this contest. This was my first and I guess my last. Thank you from all my heart. God bless you all. take care.
Canullia said:Thank you Wallyroo92, Dejure Vick, and Cloventongue89, for pitching into this contest. You all have contributed great pieces but sadly no one cared to participate in this contest. This was my first and I guess my last. Thank you from all my heart. God bless you all. take care.
Hello Canullia,
Don't let yourself down, I guess when you are given a topic to write you just need to inspire you to write, relate to you somehow, then the words will flow into you. Especially when it's for a competition I guess as people we tend to give the best piece. So again please don't let yourself down not having many entrees. you keep doing what you love <3
cheers
Hello Canullia,
Don't let yourself down, I guess when you are given a topic to write you just need to inspire you to write, relate to you somehow, then the words will flow into you. Especially when it's for a competition I guess as people we tend to give the best piece. So again please don't let yourself down not having many entrees. you keep doing what you love <3
cheers
... One day at a time I guess.
Alice In Wonderland (Contemporary Take)
I feel down the rabbit hole and
You were right there with me.
I did not care to know which hand
To follow. To our left where I see
Darkness or to the right where
There is just enough light to
See fields of flowers. I swear
I saw that flicker or hope in you
And your smile, but you become
Just as sneaky as the Cheshire Cat.
We can be as small as every crumb.
Maybe we can go back up to be flat
Or nothing at all. Maybe we should
Look through the looking glass
To see what is either bad or good
On the other side. We used to pass
By without giving a second glance,
But now we live for every chance.
You were right there with me.
I did not care to know which hand
To follow. To our left where I see
Darkness or to the right where
There is just enough light to
See fields of flowers. I swear
I saw that flicker or hope in you
And your smile, but you become
Just as sneaky as the Cheshire Cat.
We can be as small as every crumb.
Maybe we can go back up to be flat
Or nothing at all. Maybe we should
Look through the looking glass
To see what is either bad or good
On the other side. We used to pass
By without giving a second glance,
But now we live for every chance.
Written by eswaller
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Lost in the wonders, of the wondrous forms in life..
She lost sight-
fell in the rabbit hole
In the rabbit hole there were pictures;
memories of resentment
memories of shame
Kept falling and falling..
deep into her doubts
Twump!
Finally reaches the bottom;
in the pit of regretted past
What will she do from here?
Which way to escape this despair?
On a table, there was a potion:
"drink this to end your misery"
She was tempted to drink it;
it was the poison of all endings
What option is there?
Desperately she looks around, to find her way back-
then sees a door illuminating with light,
gleamed with every hope and might
Potion in hand, she enters the doors
in awe to now see;
the bright futures yet she had insight
the lovely warmth of life and happiness
She drops the bottle, closes the doors;
of long grievances and mourning of past
destruction of pity, and lost self esteem
A new life ahead awaits
Hope shines bright through this life of wonders
She walks away from the depriving pit and potion,
wonders off into the new adventures that hold beyond
Alice, may we wish you well!
She lost sight-
fell in the rabbit hole
In the rabbit hole there were pictures;
memories of resentment
memories of shame
Kept falling and falling..
deep into her doubts
Twump!
Finally reaches the bottom;
in the pit of regretted past
What will she do from here?
Which way to escape this despair?
On a table, there was a potion:
"drink this to end your misery"
She was tempted to drink it;
it was the poison of all endings
What option is there?
Desperately she looks around, to find her way back-
then sees a door illuminating with light,
gleamed with every hope and might
Potion in hand, she enters the doors
in awe to now see;
the bright futures yet she had insight
the lovely warmth of life and happiness
She drops the bottle, closes the doors;
of long grievances and mourning of past
destruction of pity, and lost self esteem
A new life ahead awaits
Hope shines bright through this life of wonders
She walks away from the depriving pit and potion,
wonders off into the new adventures that hold beyond
Alice, may we wish you well!
wallyroo92 said:Through My Glass…Darkly
My perception has been off ever since,
Well, I really can’t remember when,
My views were skewed from the beginning,
I guess that’s why I rely on my pen…
Yet,
I’ve been pessimistic, artistic and mildly autistic,
What I thought I understood wasn’t always the case,
I’ve faced situations with selfishness unaware
Of the consequences when my senses weren’t in place…
But,
Many a time I’ve been absorbed in my own world,
Without focus or drive to get to where I should go,
Instead I’ve laid there lazily as the days strayed crazily,
Until I realized I was being carried away by the undertow…
No!
I will not go into that despair, that crippling nightmare,
That impasse en-masse without a sense of direction,
Not at my age, not at this stage in my life and career,
In the mirror I’ll have the biggest and hardest reflection…
Yes…
My past makes me who I am today but it doesn’t dictate
The road ahead of me or the choices I’m going to make,
For therein lies the truth, gone are the days of my youth,
But I still define and decide the pathways I’m going to take.
Your poem was strikingly realistic, concrete, and well thought. This is what made you stand out to me as a winner of this contest. thank you for entering.
My perception has been off ever since,
Well, I really can’t remember when,
My views were skewed from the beginning,
I guess that’s why I rely on my pen…
Yet,
I’ve been pessimistic, artistic and mildly autistic,
What I thought I understood wasn’t always the case,
I’ve faced situations with selfishness unaware
Of the consequences when my senses weren’t in place…
But,
Many a time I’ve been absorbed in my own world,
Without focus or drive to get to where I should go,
Instead I’ve laid there lazily as the days strayed crazily,
Until I realized I was being carried away by the undertow…
No!
I will not go into that despair, that crippling nightmare,
That impasse en-masse without a sense of direction,
Not at my age, not at this stage in my life and career,
In the mirror I’ll have the biggest and hardest reflection…
Yes…
My past makes me who I am today but it doesn’t dictate
The road ahead of me or the choices I’m going to make,
For therein lies the truth, gone are the days of my youth,
But I still define and decide the pathways I’m going to take.
Your poem was strikingly realistic, concrete, and well thought. This is what made you stand out to me as a winner of this contest. thank you for entering.
SourMelon0313 said:Lost in the wonders, of the wondrous forms in life..
She lost sight-
fell in the rabbit hole
In the rabbit hole there were pictures;
memories of resentment
memories of shame
Kept falling and falling..
deep into her doubts
Twump!
Finally reaches the bottom;
in the pit of regretted past
What will she do from here?
Which way to escape this despair?
On a table, there was a potion:
"drink this to end your misery"
She was tempted to drink it;
it was the poison of all endings
What option is there?
Desperately she looks around, to find her way back-
then sees a door illuminating with light,
gleamed with every hope and might
Potion in hand, she enters the doors
in awe to now see;
the bright futures yet she had insight
the lovely warmth of life and happiness
She drops the bottle, closes the doors;
of long grievances and mourning of past
destruction of pity, and lost self esteem
A new life ahead awaits
Hope shines bright through this life of wonders
She walks away from the depriving pit and potion,
wonders off into the new adventures that hold beyond
Alice, may we wish you well!
Reading your poem I realized what a story writer you are. You have a unique gift that lets you weave main stories into themes you like like a perfect musical mash-ups. Advice for the future, condense some ideas to make your storyline more stable in its new mold. thank you so much and congratulations on winning third place.
She lost sight-
fell in the rabbit hole
In the rabbit hole there were pictures;
memories of resentment
memories of shame
Kept falling and falling..
deep into her doubts
Twump!
Finally reaches the bottom;
in the pit of regretted past
What will she do from here?
Which way to escape this despair?
On a table, there was a potion:
"drink this to end your misery"
She was tempted to drink it;
it was the poison of all endings
What option is there?
Desperately she looks around, to find her way back-
then sees a door illuminating with light,
gleamed with every hope and might
Potion in hand, she enters the doors
in awe to now see;
the bright futures yet she had insight
the lovely warmth of life and happiness
She drops the bottle, closes the doors;
of long grievances and mourning of past
destruction of pity, and lost self esteem
A new life ahead awaits
Hope shines bright through this life of wonders
She walks away from the depriving pit and potion,
wonders off into the new adventures that hold beyond
Alice, may we wish you well!
Reading your poem I realized what a story writer you are. You have a unique gift that lets you weave main stories into themes you like like a perfect musical mash-ups. Advice for the future, condense some ideas to make your storyline more stable in its new mold. thank you so much and congratulations on winning third place.
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