Poetry competition CLOSED 4th January 2020 10:38pm
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNER-UP:
ClearmindedVillain
New Year Predictions
Poetry Contest Description
Make a prediction for the coming New Year
Have any predictions for this coming year?🍾
Share them, we'll lend you an ear.👂 But be careful, if what you say becomes true. 😟Everyone that reads your poem will end up blaming you.👶
Share them, we'll lend you an ear.👂 But be careful, if what you say becomes true. 😟Everyone that reads your poem will end up blaming you.👶
If I Were Carnac the Magnificent ~ 2020
The first prediction I have for the year
That has to do with climate change to fix,
To get the raindrops out of people’s ear:
Just fill the floods with boxes of cake mix!
The 2nd thing will work with cans of beer,
It’s full of hops and tasty as can be.
Just follow my prediction for the year,
By pouring all Budweiser in the sea!
With rising oceans, everyone enjoys,
Tho’ sea life in the deep will pee a lot.
My third prediction is the real McCoy,
For wildfires ‘round the world, it’s ultra hot!
For everyone who drinks the ocean beer,
Go drive to where the brush is thick & dried
To make a stance & squirt both far & near,
Then Trump will pin your medal “Certified”!
So these would be my words if I were him.
May Allah bless you all, Sim sala bim.
Jade-Pandora said:
If I Were Carnac ~ 2020
The first prediction I have for the year
That has to do with climate change to fix,
To get the raindrops out of people’s ear:
Just fill the floods with boxes of cake mix!
The 2nd thing will work with cans of beer,
It’s full of hops and tasty as can be.
Just follow my prediction for the year,
By pouring all Budweiser in the sea!
With rising oceans, everyone enjoys,
Tho’ sea life in the deep will pee a lot.
My third prediction is the real McCoy,
For wildfires ‘round the world, it’s ultra hot!
For everyone who drinks the ocean beer,
Go drive to where the brush is thick & dried
To make a stance & squirt both far & near,
Then Trump will pin a medal “Certified”!
Thanks Jade, for the great enty.
If I Were Carnac ~ 2020
The first prediction I have for the year
That has to do with climate change to fix,
To get the raindrops out of people’s ear:
Just fill the floods with boxes of cake mix!
The 2nd thing will work with cans of beer,
It’s full of hops and tasty as can be.
Just follow my prediction for the year,
By pouring all Budweiser in the sea!
With rising oceans, everyone enjoys,
Tho’ sea life in the deep will pee a lot.
My third prediction is the real McCoy,
For wildfires ‘round the world, it’s ultra hot!
For everyone who drinks the ocean beer,
Go drive to where the brush is thick & dried
To make a stance & squirt both far & near,
Then Trump will pin a medal “Certified”!
Thanks Jade, for the great enty.
Carnac the Magnificent Predicts for 2020
It’s almost Christmas Eve & I’m depressed,
By trends over the years’ technology.
Of bygone tests of time how we’d express,
Are fading ever faster by degree!
The world connects by Internet dispatch.
It’s almost Christmas Eve & I’m depressed!
With sealing wax and frilly notes to match,
The stationery shops would stock the best.
Carnac remembers Mama at her desk,
A feather quill would quiver as she’d write.
It’s almost Christmas Eve & I’m depressed,
New Year’s, the future of all this will bite.
You see this envelope? that’s it, that’s all,
A setback Carnac can no more repress.
I cannot read predictions through a wall,
It’s almost Christmas Eve & I’m depressed!
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
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My Old Moore`s Almanac
To forsee where you should be
After your great Christmas spree
Old days stagger tied with down with bows
A new page will shortly be exposed
To turn the mirror back to front
Hold the drain of needs and wants
For self deciet in promise to invest
And good intentions so expressed
Hold that belief that you could change
The Leopards spots would still remain
And will power slowly ebbing down the drain
Convictions eaten by life's fast pace
The ashes of a year just past
Decline like Marleys ghost did manifest
A haunt that you must change your act
Add and not subtract, a new years pact
That golden future cut out to save
Tarnished, too hard to achieve
Packed away on the twelth night
In the box where New Years Resolutions hide
Good intentions like a Hanukkuh so bright
Saw that shalom its oils soon dried
A drummer that lead the expectations march
To fail even before you start
The gypsy read her crystal orb
And just to see no future drawn
After your great Christmas spree
Old days stagger tied with down with bows
A new page will shortly be exposed
To turn the mirror back to front
Hold the drain of needs and wants
For self deciet in promise to invest
And good intentions so expressed
Hold that belief that you could change
The Leopards spots would still remain
And will power slowly ebbing down the drain
Convictions eaten by life's fast pace
The ashes of a year just past
Decline like Marleys ghost did manifest
A haunt that you must change your act
Add and not subtract, a new years pact
That golden future cut out to save
Tarnished, too hard to achieve
Packed away on the twelth night
In the box where New Years Resolutions hide
Good intentions like a Hanukkuh so bright
Saw that shalom its oils soon dried
A drummer that lead the expectations march
To fail even before you start
The gypsy read her crystal orb
And just to see no future drawn
Written by slipalong
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Anonymous
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Circa 2020
It’s not what has happened that created change.
Choices could rush in to argue.
Every year seems the same when you sink into others.
Time to become a self taught critic.
Not so bad sure we’ve learned what not to ever do again.
Not even personal.
What would be said if things didn’t turn into how good they are now?
Life moves fast into the years.
Always standing grateful with no thoughts of the past that’s known to dwell.
That rain type of feeling when the storm dries to plant a beautiful season.
Choices could rush in to argue.
Every year seems the same when you sink into others.
Time to become a self taught critic.
Not so bad sure we’ve learned what not to ever do again.
Not even personal.
What would be said if things didn’t turn into how good they are now?
Life moves fast into the years.
Always standing grateful with no thoughts of the past that’s known to dwell.
That rain type of feeling when the storm dries to plant a beautiful season.
Written by ClearmindedVillain
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Anonymous
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Ooops!
Put on the fake mustache
put on the darkest shades
mingle
chit - chat
occasionally laugh
and hope 2020
recognizes you not
and fast walks away...
put on the darkest shades
mingle
chit - chat
occasionally laugh
and hope 2020
recognizes you not
and fast walks away...
Written by takis1917
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Wally's Predictions for 2020
For the year twenty-twenty I predict,
There will be a new strain of strange infections,
That’s because the anti vaxxer movement,
Will keep heading in the same direction.
For the year twenty-twenty I foresee,
Massive glaciers breaking and falling into the seas,
As idiots in government deny global warming,
While in the cities water is up to their knees.
For the year twenty-twenty I foretell,
Bigger hurricanes will pound the east coast,
As idiots in government deny global warming,
Their souls will become more decomposed.
For the year twenty-twenty I portend,
The global economy will have a big hiccup,
Investors will get greedy but mainly because…
Some idiots in government will fuck it up.
But I also envision heroes and dreamers,
Someone somewhere will have an answer,
As technology and knowledge will advance,
Somebody will find the cure for cancer.
So let’s be hopeful and optimistic for this year,
Be the positive image you want to represent,
You’ll achieve the goals and dreams so long as…
You don’t elect idiots to the government.
There will be a new strain of strange infections,
That’s because the anti vaxxer movement,
Will keep heading in the same direction.
For the year twenty-twenty I foresee,
Massive glaciers breaking and falling into the seas,
As idiots in government deny global warming,
While in the cities water is up to their knees.
For the year twenty-twenty I foretell,
Bigger hurricanes will pound the east coast,
As idiots in government deny global warming,
Their souls will become more decomposed.
For the year twenty-twenty I portend,
The global economy will have a big hiccup,
Investors will get greedy but mainly because…
Some idiots in government will fuck it up.
But I also envision heroes and dreamers,
Someone somewhere will have an answer,
As technology and knowledge will advance,
Somebody will find the cure for cancer.
So let’s be hopeful and optimistic for this year,
Be the positive image you want to represent,
You’ll achieve the goals and dreams so long as…
You don’t elect idiots to the government.
Written by wallyroo92
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Apocalypse Now: At The End (Inspired By Jim Morrison)
What is The Future?
You ask a poet:
He/she is chaos
in the muddy waters of vernal blindness
seeking, faltering down a wayward path;
indians on pavement telling us of it.
What is it, you still ask?
I go there to recall:
To the edge of knowing,
to the unbirthing.
I fall inside a dream,
I fall, blinded.
Hissing nightmare
trickling into red streams,
and The Future is there.
Sea of everything, everyone;
shredded war-torn tranquility
of Earth's wrath:
I am no wiser there,
I am no poet there.
I cannot tell you of these things
you ask.
I am stoned into creation
as being slips away,
opening doors.
A flower mind:
The petals fall away and scatter
to redden like Dawn's shuddering eden
heading west, setting into a dull heat.
But, where is The Future?
It hitched a ride to nowhere.
.....
#JimMorrison
You ask a poet:
He/she is chaos
in the muddy waters of vernal blindness
seeking, faltering down a wayward path;
indians on pavement telling us of it.
What is it, you still ask?
I go there to recall:
To the edge of knowing,
to the unbirthing.
I fall inside a dream,
I fall, blinded.
Hissing nightmare
trickling into red streams,
and The Future is there.
Sea of everything, everyone;
shredded war-torn tranquility
of Earth's wrath:
I am no wiser there,
I am no poet there.
I cannot tell you of these things
you ask.
I am stoned into creation
as being slips away,
opening doors.
A flower mind:
The petals fall away and scatter
to redden like Dawn's shuddering eden
heading west, setting into a dull heat.
But, where is The Future?
It hitched a ride to nowhere.
.....
#JimMorrison
Written by PoetsRevenge
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The winner of this competition and any runners up were decided by public vote.
Thank you to the following members for voting:
Miss_Sub, Wh1skeySwagger, nutbuster, Grace, Billy_Snagg, Tallen, eswaller, javalini, Marks, _shadoe_, Heaven_sent_Kathy, PoetsRevenge, Honoria, SimpleTon, NuBorn, Tenderloin, Countygal, Stoney223, alcedoathis, ima_well_man, Josh, ChynaBay311, Poetic_Strength
Thank you to the following members for voting:
Miss_Sub, Wh1skeySwagger, nutbuster, Grace, Billy_Snagg, Tallen, eswaller, javalini, Marks, _shadoe_, Heaven_sent_Kathy, PoetsRevenge, Honoria, SimpleTon, NuBorn, Tenderloin, Countygal, Stoney223, alcedoathis, ima_well_man, Josh, ChynaBay311, Poetic_Strength
I want to thank everyone who participated in this comp. All were wonderful reads, though some were quite scary, considering the predictions came to volition after their submission.😨
Congrats to Vamp the champ and the clear minded villian.👍
Congrats to Vamp the champ and the clear minded villian.👍
