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Grace
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
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Poetry Contest

Create a World from your own imagination
Write out a World of your own imagination. It can be a future world or a past, a world of fantasy etc and create your story around it. Any length but not a book.
1. No erotica
2. No collaboration
3. AI not encouraged
4. No chatting on comp thread

ThePalestRider
Thought Provoker
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Joined 14th Sep 2018
Forum Posts: 32

Canto I:The New Jerusalem

Beneath the ash-gray skies they roamed
The faithful few with heads bent low
Across the endless, barren loam
To where the desert winds did blow

A voice, like thunder, called them forth
The patriarch, his eyes aflame
A shepherd from the hollow North
Who wore a tattered prophet’s name

With cross held high, he led them on
To build anew Jerusalem
Upon the bones of ages gone
Beneath a sky that knew no sun

He called the land a holy waste
The prairies wide, the broken plain
A place where sins could be erased
And man could taste of death and pain

Canto II: The Chant of Ash and Dust

In worn procession through the dust
They carried icons black with rust
And kissed the wood, and kissed the stone
In whispered tongues, in solemn tone

“Rejoice, O Mother,” came the cry
“For we have left the world behind
To walk this path where martyrs lie
And cleanse the blood from mortal mind.”  

Yet in the night strange visions came
The saints they saw were twisted, pale
With faces veiled in shadow’s flame
And halos cracked and dimmed and frail

Canto III:The Patriarch’s Sermon

“O sons and daughters,” cried their priest
His voice like fire, his robe like night
“This place was wrought for holy feasts
This ground will purge all earthly blight

We build a kingdom here in dread
The city of the prophet’s tale
Where angels fear and devils tread
We raise our prayers, though voices fail.”  

Yet murmurs stirred beneath his words
The faithful’s faces, gaunt and gray
For death had stalked them like a bird  
That knew the scent of souls astray

Canto IV: The Vision of Bones

Beneath the moon’s relentless stare
The dead rose up in silent rows
The prophets, saints, and martyrs fair
Arrayed in robes, in crimson glows

They gathered ‘round with hollow eyes
Their fingers long as twisted reeds
And sang as mourners, bleak and wise
Of holy fire and mortal needs

“We built the walls of Heaven’s gate,”  
The phantoms cried in ghostly song
“We carved the stones of blood and hate
And died in faith, yet suffered wrong.”  

And there the patriarch did kneel
To kiss the bones of saints laid bare
Yet in his heart a frozen steel
A silence void of love or prayer

Canto V: The End of Days

At dawn they saw, in eastern light
The city risen, sharp and black
A kingdom in the morning’s blight
Where towers cast their shadows back

Yet none dared enter through its doors
For shrieks did rise from deep within
As if some ancient, restless war  
Had found new voice in songs of sin

And there the patriarch, alone
Stood silent ‘neath the barren sun
A king upon a shattered throne
Where time and faith had come undone

In that desolate New Jerusalem
No trumpets sang, no candles burned
And all who sought to be redeemed  
Were lost to dust, and never learned


LunasChild8
Dangerous Mind
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Joined 27th Dec 2017
Forum Posts: 540

The Ones Up Above

Far beyond the valley lies a Kingdom,
With rivers of gold and hearts full of love;
The King and his people cherished their freedom,
As they worshiped the ones up above.
 
Beautiful beings with incredibly pure souls,
Unaffected by corruption;
Once broken, the people were made whole,  
The beings saved them from destruction.
 
Up in the sky, they live in peace,
Free from all worries and cares of the world;
As they spared the people from a life full of grief,
Every man and woman, every boy and girl.
 
It’s naïve to say that evil only comes out at night,
With the fading light comes our doom;
But even in the lasting void there’s a light,
That reaches even the dark side of the moon.
 
Far beyond the valley lies a Kingdom,
With laughter in the air and hearts full of love;
The King and his people valued their wisdom,
As they worshiped and thanked the ones up above.
Written by LunasChild8
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Grace
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
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ThePalestRider, thank you for starting the competition and LunasChild8, thank you for your participation.

olliec
Oliver Cocks
Lost Thinker
Joined 15th Oct 2023
Forum Posts: 8

Desert Broom

I am nothing
and everything

is against me
yet here I am

I am a desert broom
brittle wilted
yet still here,

growing beneath a
volcano’s shadow
amid ash and rock
a surly survivor

Empires and houses
rise and crumble
around me, but
here I am, still

I dream of roses,
but know only thorns

I dream of the sky,
but know only storm

I dream of ending,
but am only forever

I am- I am…
Written by olliec (Oliver Cocks)
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Grace
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
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olliec, thank you for your entry

PAR
PAULO ACACIO RAMOS
Fire of Insight
Portugal 20awards
Joined 26th May 2022
Forum Posts: 287

Entropy is a Planet in the Galaxy of Hypnosis

 
In the quiet embrace of countless worlds
where peace is the gentle heartbeat of existence
and love is the light that guides every soul,
there is a song of life, pure and unbroken.

There, hearts beat in harmonious rhythms,
each pulse a testament to boundless joy
where the essence of being is celebrated
and the beauty of existence is a given.

No shadows of regret linger in these realms,
where every day is a canvas of possibility,
painted with the colors of compassion and hope
and the air is filled with the whispers of dreams.

Communities flourish in unity and understanding,
bound not by the chains of fear or strife
but by the bricks of shared humanity,
built into a mansion of infinite kindness.

In these places, laughter is the common language,
a melody that resonates through every heart,
lifting spirits with its lightness and grace
and turning the binary into the extraordinary.

Here, the past is a story of lessons learned,
the present, a dance of joy and contentment
and the future, a promise of endless potential
where every soul finds its place in the grand design.

There is no sorrow that love cannot mend,
no fear that peace cannot soothe,
for in these worlds, the human spirit is boundless
and the gift of life is cherished beyond measure.

In the embrace of these utopian realms,
every soul knows its worth and purpose.
Basking in the glow of unconditional acceptance,
forever alive in the symphony of peace and love.
Written by PAR (PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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Grace
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 25th Aug 2011
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Thank you for your entry PAR

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