Poetry competition CLOSED 12th June 2018 6:59pm
WINNER
Gahddess_Worship (Osomajestuoso)
Gahddess_Worship (Osomajestuoso)
RUNNER-UP:
Blackwolf
in a word (or 2)
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Poems using specific not so daily used words
There were so many great entries for the last in a word comp that I thought I’d hunt up some more new words to use! Write a poem using the following words in their proper context. No rules on subject matter, just that all of the required words must be used in the poem.
Here are the words:
bombastic: (adj) high-sounding, inflated, pretentious
descry: (v) to see something unclear or distant by looking carefully
enervate: (v) to deprive of force or strength
insouciant: (adj) free from concern, worry or anxiety
mawkish: (adj) characterized by sickly sentimentality
portmanteau: (n) a case or bag to carry clothing in while traveling, especially a leather trunk or suitcase that opens into two halves
risible: (adj) causing or capable of causing laughter, laughable, ludicrous
timorous: (adj) full of fear
*1 entry only
*3 weeks
*New writes only
*Please post your poem and then link it here
Have fun!
The Gentlemanly Mason's Warning
Me , Timorous ?
Not To Sound Bombastic , But Tim ,
Or Timmy Was A Boy Who Had A Lassie ,
And Even To A Lassie , I Would Say Nay ,
Like A Horse , Of Course , Of Course ;
It Is Risible , to Think I Would Drink
From A Trough , Which Would Enervate
My Energy By The Judgement Of Others ,
As I Am Insouciant Of Such Behavior ,
As It Doth Not Behoove Me To Associate
With Beasts And Asses Who Behave
In Such Mannerisms Or Create Schisms
And I Would Encourage Them To Descry
Such Mawkish Thoughts , By Their Holding
Such Outdated And Temporal Viewpoints
Against Any Who Use An Elegant Carry Case
Such As A Portmanteau , To Contain , No Refrain ,
My Magical Regalia And Paraphernalia As I Do ;
In A Leather Case , Marked Black Eagle Lodge ,
33 Degree , I Carry All With Me , If I Go To A Meeting ,
And By Way Of Greeting , I Give Sign And Seal And Grip ,
So I Would Suggest , Though Half In Jest , ( Half Quite Real )
They Close Their Lip , Or They Shall Be Eating It , For Their Next Meal !
Not To Sound Bombastic , But Tim ,
Or Timmy Was A Boy Who Had A Lassie ,
And Even To A Lassie , I Would Say Nay ,
Like A Horse , Of Course , Of Course ;
It Is Risible , to Think I Would Drink
From A Trough , Which Would Enervate
My Energy By The Judgement Of Others ,
As I Am Insouciant Of Such Behavior ,
As It Doth Not Behoove Me To Associate
With Beasts And Asses Who Behave
In Such Mannerisms Or Create Schisms
And I Would Encourage Them To Descry
Such Mawkish Thoughts , By Their Holding
Such Outdated And Temporal Viewpoints
Against Any Who Use An Elegant Carry Case
Such As A Portmanteau , To Contain , No Refrain ,
My Magical Regalia And Paraphernalia As I Do ;
In A Leather Case , Marked Black Eagle Lodge ,
33 Degree , I Carry All With Me , If I Go To A Meeting ,
And By Way Of Greeting , I Give Sign And Seal And Grip ,
So I Would Suggest , Though Half In Jest , ( Half Quite Real )
They Close Their Lip , Or They Shall Be Eating It , For Their Next Meal !
Written by Blackwolf
(I.M.Blackwolf)
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Dwindled Love
Your timorous voice that asks, “Did you truly love me?”
But how could I answer that when I would only descry
The true answer in the pit of my stomach? And my
Portmanteau was already full to the brim. You see
That I could not stay anymore and there was that
Bombastic speech I had prepared in my head, telling
You I am sorry, but once I saw you I stopped dwelling
On my faults as I could tell your spirits were already flat.
My once risible smile could not save you anymore. I would
Only enervate and crush your spirit. My mawkish remarks
Would only remind you of better times and insouciant sparks
That remind you of the night we first met, right where we stood.
But how could I answer that when I would only descry
The true answer in the pit of my stomach? And my
Portmanteau was already full to the brim. You see
That I could not stay anymore and there was that
Bombastic speech I had prepared in my head, telling
You I am sorry, but once I saw you I stopped dwelling
On my faults as I could tell your spirits were already flat.
My once risible smile could not save you anymore. I would
Only enervate and crush your spirit. My mawkish remarks
Would only remind you of better times and insouciant sparks
That remind you of the night we first met, right where we stood.
Written by eswaller
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the conflict
Our lives that fill with the bits and bobs
to cherish our dreams and not be robbed
the #portmanteau# of expectancy that still is locked
for round the corner is a #descry#
the fog that sudden comes to mystify
we halt at the sign of just WHO AM I
the #timorous# mouse would hide in nest
not to #bombastic# a creature at its very best
a narrow squeak finds courage's zest
a #risible# shell of mirth our shield
our disguise the unsure our souls flying feet
to tap it and give it life giving bleed
so #insouciant# your life could have been
roar like a tiger where a mouse once hid
the Disney transition that hyper screen hit
not #mawkish# and putting false sentiments down
but having the guts to be strong
to spit out the bad and now chance your arm
the lexicographers life is no breeze
to snort on the unused and the long makes you sneeze
the lessons you learn when you try to compete
recharge and animate an #enervate# brain
be a man not a mouse and not complain
to conflict with life and feel no shame
to cherish our dreams and not be robbed
the #portmanteau# of expectancy that still is locked
for round the corner is a #descry#
the fog that sudden comes to mystify
we halt at the sign of just WHO AM I
the #timorous# mouse would hide in nest
not to #bombastic# a creature at its very best
a narrow squeak finds courage's zest
a #risible# shell of mirth our shield
our disguise the unsure our souls flying feet
to tap it and give it life giving bleed
so #insouciant# your life could have been
roar like a tiger where a mouse once hid
the Disney transition that hyper screen hit
not #mawkish# and putting false sentiments down
but having the guts to be strong
to spit out the bad and now chance your arm
the lexicographers life is no breeze
to snort on the unused and the long makes you sneeze
the lessons you learn when you try to compete
recharge and animate an #enervate# brain
be a man not a mouse and not complain
to conflict with life and feel no shame
Written by slipalong
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Amour Véritable
Daredevil days my insouciant youth
Infant bravado green and risible
The fairer sex wooing with mawkish couth
To true love remaining invisible
Lug ponderous portmanteau middle age
Packed tightly with shame, resentment and guilt
Profound melancholy nought can assuage
Enervates my will wrecks life I have built
You purge from my soul misery and woe
Filling each corner with beauty and art
Your love I can trust your eyes tell me so
With timorous pause I lay bare my heart
My words sincere though seeming bombastic
Descry my love is true not fantastic
Infant bravado green and risible
The fairer sex wooing with mawkish couth
To true love remaining invisible
Lug ponderous portmanteau middle age
Packed tightly with shame, resentment and guilt
Profound melancholy nought can assuage
Enervates my will wrecks life I have built
You purge from my soul misery and woe
Filling each corner with beauty and art
Your love I can trust your eyes tell me so
With timorous pause I lay bare my heart
My words sincere though seeming bombastic
Descry my love is true not fantastic
Written by Gahddess_Worship
(Osomajestuoso)
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