Poetry Competition Ends Soon 5th November 2024 6:38am
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CARVE YOUR PUMPKIN
Poetry Contest Description
Carve your pumpkin into anything but make it into a short poem matching what you carved it into
Carve your pumpkin into anything an animal or anything creative. But make sure your poem matches what you carved your pumpkin into. So carve a pumpkin or one you already have done or a kids pumpkin done doesn't matter but please show and post your pumpkin pics on here along with your matching pumpkin poem. That's how you'll be judged for this competition please. Make it spooky, funny, strange etc. In the poem mention why you chose the design. Have fun and if you already have a pumpkin carved, then show that and all you have to do is make a poem about it. Post your pumpkin pics. No Ai pumpkins but your creative work. Make it a short poem, 20 lines or less. I'll post my example. Have fun all.
PUMPKIN INTO A CAT FOR A NIGHT
In the moonlit night, a pumpkin did lay,
Carved into a cat in a mischievous way.
With eyes that gleamed in the eerie glow,
It meowed softly to the creatures below.
The pumpkin cat felt quite perplexed,
"Why am I a feline?" it quietly vexed.
But as the night wore on, it started to see,
The fun and fright of what it could be.
It pranced and danced, causing a scare,
For a pumpkin cat was quite a rare flair.
With each pounce and playful swipe,
The pumpkin cat filled the night with hype.
But as the night faded, the cat began to list,
The perks of being a pumpkin, not a feline twist.
So with a nod and a satisfied purr,
The pumpkin cat bid farewell to its cat-like lure.
Back in the patch, it settled in peace,
Happy to return to its pumpkinous lease.
And though the night was spooky and funny,
The pumpkin cat was glad to be a gourd of plenty.
Carved into a cat in a mischievous way.
With eyes that gleamed in the eerie glow,
It meowed softly to the creatures below.
The pumpkin cat felt quite perplexed,
"Why am I a feline?" it quietly vexed.
But as the night wore on, it started to see,
The fun and fright of what it could be.
It pranced and danced, causing a scare,
For a pumpkin cat was quite a rare flair.
With each pounce and playful swipe,
The pumpkin cat filled the night with hype.
But as the night faded, the cat began to list,
The perks of being a pumpkin, not a feline twist.
So with a nod and a satisfied purr,
The pumpkin cat bid farewell to its cat-like lure.
Back in the patch, it settled in peace,
Happy to return to its pumpkinous lease.
And though the night was spooky and funny,
The pumpkin cat was glad to be a gourd of plenty.
Written by NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
(WRITER LYRICIST ARTIST)
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MY EXAMPLE POEM WITH MATCHING PUMPKIN PIC NOT FOR COMPETITION
Cinnamon' Pumpkin Sardonic Smile
I don't want to carve a pumpkin,
I want to shape it with tender hands,
crafting contours that capture your smile,
the warmth that lights up the room.
Orange flesh beneath my touch,
transforms with each careful movement,
until the lines mirror your joy,
etched in the ephemeral surface.
No sharp edges or hollow eyes,
only the gentle curve of laughter
and the softness of a thousand shared moments,
whispered secrets held in the glow.
In this creation, fleeting and fragile,
I find a piece of you,
a tribute not to Halloween's ghosts,
but to the beauty that lives in your smile.
I want to shape it with tender hands,
crafting contours that capture your smile,
the warmth that lights up the room.
Orange flesh beneath my touch,
transforms with each careful movement,
until the lines mirror your joy,
etched in the ephemeral surface.
No sharp edges or hollow eyes,
only the gentle curve of laughter
and the softness of a thousand shared moments,
whispered secrets held in the glow.
In this creation, fleeting and fragile,
I find a piece of you,
a tribute not to Halloween's ghosts,
but to the beauty that lives in your smile.
Written by PAR
(PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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This is more of a depressing competition to be honest. The whole point was to make this fun and something exciting to do. This type of competition is the first I created like this. If one doesn't want to participate like I have asked, then I don't know why one would post something they won't do. That's rude to be honest. I don't participate a competition if I don't want to or like. But I don't go I'm there saying I'm not gonna do something or post such a negative type write.
I loved the idea of your competition, that's why I entered. I'm being creative and thinking outside the pumpkin. The whole point of my poem was that I carved a human head instead of a pumpkin. So instead of a funny face or a cat or animal carved, I went full throttle with gouging someone;s eyes out, and the removal of a nose, ears and mouth. If you truly dislike this piece, then you can remove the poem.
Vision_of_insanity thanks for being creative, but I find it more disturbing than amusing. I simply wanted something a kid could do here. That's all. But it all turned out upside down here. I just want this to reach at an end.
Pumkin, laughed its head off
I carved it far to early Bro
with gnashing teeth
and wrinkled brow
with evil smile for light relief
So each night at 5 o`clock
lit 2 Tea light candles
to enhance its mock
the glow behind its mandible
It radiates a chilling warmth
was it the mask of humours demeanor?
that chortled back and forth
was that a depicted, hyena?
Looking from a different angle
a jackass seem to now appear
its teethy rows, yellow and mangled
to hear it bray would make it clear
perhaps a shape shifting joker
a baboon with a grinning smile
was that a creation of Bram Stoker?
sucked, the mind Infantile
It morphed into a ginger cat
seemed to bring a screeching chior
lead the ring, into the nights grey mat
to wake the world as they retired
The crescendo of the caterwaul
pumkin rocked to much and so did fall
with gnashing teeth
and wrinkled brow
with evil smile for light relief
So each night at 5 o`clock
lit 2 Tea light candles
to enhance its mock
the glow behind its mandible
It radiates a chilling warmth
was it the mask of humours demeanor?
that chortled back and forth
was that a depicted, hyena?
Looking from a different angle
a jackass seem to now appear
its teethy rows, yellow and mangled
to hear it bray would make it clear
perhaps a shape shifting joker
a baboon with a grinning smile
was that a creation of Bram Stoker?
sucked, the mind Infantile
It morphed into a ginger cat
seemed to bring a screeching chior
lead the ring, into the nights grey mat
to wake the world as they retired
The crescendo of the caterwaul
pumkin rocked to much and so did fall
Written by slipalong
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