Poetry competition CLOSED 3rd June 2024 10:27am
WINNER
Solomon_Song
Solomon_Song
RUNNERS-UP:
Grace
and Ljdynamic
Headstone Epitaph
Poetry Contest Description
Epitaphs are short poems written on headstones in cemeteries. Write an epitaph, either based on yourself or a character, using any theme.
Many older and beautiful headstones have epitaphs based on the person that passed. Some are funny, upsetting, or morbid, but they all give you insight on what kinda person they were. Write an epitaph (or 3) based on either you or a character. I look forward to seeing them!
Rules:
One month
Maximum of 75 words
Limit 3 entries per person
Any themes
New or old writes welcome
Bonus points for it being emotional (even funny or sad)
ALL are welcome to enter or post
Good luck AND Have fun :)
Rules:
One month
Maximum of 75 words
Limit 3 entries per person
Any themes
New or old writes welcome
Bonus points for it being emotional (even funny or sad)
ALL are welcome to enter or post
Good luck AND Have fun :)
Epitaph
Yesterday my Epitaph read...
Unknown to some for he has died
Beware to others for he's still alive
His revenge will come, when you least suspect
Ponder your thoughts now, time to reflect
You smothered and silenced him throughout life
Victimized his family, causing pain and strife
He leaves you now with one more warning
Confession will heal in time of mourning
Unknown to some for he has died
Beware to others for he's still alive
His revenge will come, when you least suspect
Ponder your thoughts now, time to reflect
You smothered and silenced him throughout life
Victimized his family, causing pain and strife
He leaves you now with one more warning
Confession will heal in time of mourning
Written by Vision_of_insanity
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Headstone
Cry not for me
for I am gone
I have resigned my soul
gave up my mortal coil
stardusts and golden hues
of a kingdom promised
a paradise chosen
a place of rest
Here I rest among the roses
the fragrance of the past
and memories ever so precious
Oh death sweet aggression rests
for I am gone
I have resigned my soul
gave up my mortal coil
stardusts and golden hues
of a kingdom promised
a paradise chosen
a place of rest
Here I rest among the roses
the fragrance of the past
and memories ever so precious
Oh death sweet aggression rests
Written by Grace
(IDryad)
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Epitaph
Here lies Rob
May he rot
In his final
Resting spot
A wasted life
Bereft of joy
Forever just
A lonely boy
May he rot
In his final
Resting spot
A wasted life
Bereft of joy
Forever just
A lonely boy
Written by The_Darkness_Insid
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Another Epitaph
The final resting place
Of a man with no name
Would have asked at his funeral
But nobody came
If you have any info
please contact us at:
800-IDABODY (432-2639)
Of a man with no name
Would have asked at his funeral
But nobody came
If you have any info
please contact us at:
800-IDABODY (432-2639)
Written by The_Darkness_Insid
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Goodbye
We live in a world of wonder.
We look at stars and ponder
our fate.
Whom we love
and whom we hate.
What does it all matter
if all our lives we scatter
on dreams.
We never could
or never should.
Distant lovers we seek
to catch a glance, a peek,
an illusion.
Flying away
down the mountain to the bay.
Maybe it is time to save
my heart and wave
goodbye.
Before it's too late.
Before faith
snarls its bait.
Before the Bees come looking
Before the Red calls me back
Before the Moon comes shining
Before the Lips wants a snack
Before the Flames consume me
Before the Queen wants her task.
Before the Nite begs to see
Before they all remove my mask.
Maybe it is time to step down.
To yield the crown
of shame.
Before I am scorched
or loved or torched
all the same.
I leave behind my work unfinished
My life diminished
Lyrics unsung
Books forgotten
Words unwritten
Will it all matter at the end?
Will anyone remember to send
a word?
Here goes a man
He came
He loved
He played
He's missed.
Absurd.
Goodbye.
We look at stars and ponder
our fate.
Whom we love
and whom we hate.
What does it all matter
if all our lives we scatter
on dreams.
We never could
or never should.
Distant lovers we seek
to catch a glance, a peek,
an illusion.
Flying away
down the mountain to the bay.
Maybe it is time to save
my heart and wave
goodbye.
Before it's too late.
Before faith
snarls its bait.
Before the Bees come looking
Before the Red calls me back
Before the Moon comes shining
Before the Lips wants a snack
Before the Flames consume me
Before the Queen wants her task.
Before the Nite begs to see
Before they all remove my mask.
Maybe it is time to step down.
To yield the crown
of shame.
Before I am scorched
or loved or torched
all the same.
I leave behind my work unfinished
My life diminished
Lyrics unsung
Books forgotten
Words unwritten
Will it all matter at the end?
Will anyone remember to send
a word?
Here goes a man
He came
He loved
He played
He's missed.
Absurd.
Goodbye.
Written by Samnash
(Sam Nash)
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Epitoff
"Here he who played with art rests in peace,
he painted and poeticized until time took him away.
On the screen of life a trace of genius left,
but in death he made no impression.
"He lived on illusions, colors and words he cast,
in the world of mortals, eternity sought.
But what irony, on the cold stone rested,
where neither art nor verse will he save."
"Goodbye to the world that little understood me,
here I lie, artist, poet, a celestial vault.
My masterpiece? Maybe this tombstone is,
For in death, as in life, art is alien to us."
he painted and poeticized until time took him away.
On the screen of life a trace of genius left,
but in death he made no impression.
"He lived on illusions, colors and words he cast,
in the world of mortals, eternity sought.
But what irony, on the cold stone rested,
where neither art nor verse will he save."
"Goodbye to the world that little understood me,
here I lie, artist, poet, a celestial vault.
My masterpiece? Maybe this tombstone is,
For in death, as in life, art is alien to us."
Written by PAR
(PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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And the pillows stand as tombstones
He breaks
into me
like I'm
unconsecrated
ground
(oh god)
his skin
tastes like
suicide
Written by Betty
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There's Chocolate in Heaven
Here lies ChocoLaaTTe
No big deal of a few molars
In the end we all rot the same
It's not because I ate too much
(chocolate)
Here I may lay
But in heaven
Most likely eating
(More chocolate)
Written by ChocoLaaTTe
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