Poetry Competition Ends 23rd January 2025 1:41am
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New Year Resolutions
Grace
IDryad
Forum Posts: 17052
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
126
Joined 25th Aug 2011Forum Posts: 17052
Poetry Contest Description
Unfulfilled Resolutions
Tell us about your new year resolutions that you never fulfilled through the years.
1. Any Length
2. No collaborations
3. No extreme Contents
4. Old or New Writes
5. Two Poems per Poet max
6. No AI
7. No chatting in Threads
ThePalestRider
Forum Posts: 48
Thought Provoker
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Joined 14th Sep 2018 Forum Posts: 48
"A Nothing Called Perfection"
O wretched toil to gild the flawed design
Each stroke doth mar the face I sought to mend
A ceaseless chase where sun shall ne'er align
And striving breeds but failure in the end
Mirror mocks with cruel unyielding truth
A fractured glass where dreams art rent in twain
The bloom of hope that sprung in tender youth
Now withers 'neath the weight of endless pain
O fleeting goal, dost thou not mercy keep?
Thy siren's call hath led my soul astray
Night's black shroud I wander lost and weep
For dawn doth scorn my labors lost today
Perfection thou art a cursed guise
A phantom frail that fades whene'er I near
In vain pursuit my heart is rent, it dies
Yet still I tread thy path though steep and sheer
To thee, I yield, thou cruel and fickle muse
For life doth pale beneath thy shadowed rule
O grave, receive my soul, this war I lose
Where striving brings about a bleeding fool
O wretched toil to gild the flawed design
Each stroke doth mar the face I sought to mend
A ceaseless chase where sun shall ne'er align
And striving breeds but failure in the end
Mirror mocks with cruel unyielding truth
A fractured glass where dreams art rent in twain
The bloom of hope that sprung in tender youth
Now withers 'neath the weight of endless pain
O fleeting goal, dost thou not mercy keep?
Thy siren's call hath led my soul astray
Night's black shroud I wander lost and weep
For dawn doth scorn my labors lost today
Perfection thou art a cursed guise
A phantom frail that fades whene'er I near
In vain pursuit my heart is rent, it dies
Yet still I tread thy path though steep and sheer
To thee, I yield, thou cruel and fickle muse
For life doth pale beneath thy shadowed rule
O grave, receive my soul, this war I lose
Where striving brings about a bleeding fool
Grace
IDryad
Forum Posts: 17052
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
126
Joined 25th Aug 2011Forum Posts: 17052
Thank you for starting the competition ThePalestRider