Poetry competition CLOSED 2nd November 2018 10:22pm
WINNER
snugglebuck
snugglebuck
RUNNER-UP:
wallyroo92
A Picture Holds A Thousand Words #2
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poem about the image provided
They say a picture holds a thousand words. Write one poem about how you've interpreted the image.
Second time hosting this competition. Last month's was a lot of fun, and I'm certain this one will be as well.
Go wild, but don't make it too long. Feel free to message me about any question. Have fun!
FINALE SEASON
My sweet son
Do not morn my death
For at the close of winter’s season
We’ll meet at your finale breath
I’ll be there to greet you
Against the light of the opening day
I’ll guild you along
Heaven’s eternal pathway
We’ll paddle down a crystal stream
To a great emerald wood
There we’ll hunt the Golden Stag
Of silver antlers and diamond hoof
In this land of sky blue waters
You and I will camp together
Where both the hunter, and the hunted
Live on forever, and ever
Do not morn my death
For at the close of winter’s season
We’ll meet at your finale breath
I’ll be there to greet you
Against the light of the opening day
I’ll guild you along
Heaven’s eternal pathway
We’ll paddle down a crystal stream
To a great emerald wood
There we’ll hunt the Golden Stag
Of silver antlers and diamond hoof
In this land of sky blue waters
You and I will camp together
Where both the hunter, and the hunted
Live on forever, and ever
Written by snugglebuck
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Tiger Heart🐅
( a Quatern )
The endless jungle in the city’s lights,
Where drama plays out like a lonely rhyme.
The constant day within my huntress’ nights,
To stalk and seek a road kill’s only crime.
A tightness in my gut from hunger’s pain,
The endless jungle in the city’s lights.
From lack of sleep, a burning in my brain,
To have me wander senseless in my flights.
I smell the lichen from a water’s mist,
It grows upon the bounty of a glen.
The endless jungle in the city’s lights,
I know not how I found it, where or when.
They look at me as if I’ve just been kissed,
The creatures of these magical delights.
That hide in heart of highrises amidst
The endless jungle in the city’s lights.
The endless jungle in the city’s lights,
Where drama plays out like a lonely rhyme.
The constant day within my huntress’ nights,
To stalk and seek a road kill’s only crime.
A tightness in my gut from hunger’s pain,
The endless jungle in the city’s lights.
From lack of sleep, a burning in my brain,
To have me wander senseless in my flights.
I smell the lichen from a water’s mist,
It grows upon the bounty of a glen.
The endless jungle in the city’s lights,
I know not how I found it, where or when.
They look at me as if I’ve just been kissed,
The creatures of these magical delights.
That hide in heart of highrises amidst
The endless jungle in the city’s lights.
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
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Anonymous
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Little Eternity
As the years pass by her memory fades away,
The story of her youth and all ties that bind,
But in between the happiness and sadness,
There’s one recollection she never left behind.
Her eyes tell a narrative with so few words,
You'd swear you were watching it on a screen,
The secrets of her heart whisper such a tale,
You’d feel her emotions better than a dream.
It’s been over six decades since that time,
When she cradled those twins in her arms,
The world seemed so young in those days,
Growing up in rural areas and family farms.
But as fate would have it she lost them both,
Feel the heartbreak with a pause in her voice,
Then some years later a house fire took it all,
Her most prized possession, a portrait of her boys.
It’s been over six decades since that time,
No pictures or depictions of her brief maternity,
Nothing but a cherished memory of them,
A treasured image of their little eternity.
Sometimes she imagines them with a smile,
Their spirits running free, never growing old,
Like a light that dwells deep in her heart,
That even until this day still warms her soul.
As the years pass by her memory fades away,
The story of her youth and all ties that bind,
But in between the happiness and sadness,
There’s one recollection she never left behind.
Her eyes tell a narrative with so few words,
You'd swear you were watching it on a screen,
The secrets of her heart whisper such a tale,
You’d feel her emotions better than a dream.
It’s been over six decades since that time,
When she cradled those twins in her arms,
The world seemed so young in those days,
Growing up in rural areas and family farms.
But as fate would have it she lost them both,
Feel the heartbreak with a pause in her voice,
Then some years later a house fire took it all,
Her most prized possession, a portrait of her boys.
It’s been over six decades since that time,
No pictures or depictions of her brief maternity,
Nothing but a cherished memory of them,
A treasured image of their little eternity.
Sometimes she imagines them with a smile,
Their spirits running free, never growing old,
Like a light that dwells deep in her heart,
That even until this day still warms her soul.
Anonymous
