Poetry competition CLOSED 20th August 2011 4:38pm
WINNER
anandosen
anandosen
Triolets
Anonymous
[font=Verdana]Ah I see, on further inspection yes, the closing letters of each end word create the appropriate rhyme scheme. Thanks for clearing that up Ray.
The wind is howling with your name
The rain beats on can you not see?
Frost untouched won’t be the same
The wind is howling with your name?
The thunder roars within me untamed!
My sorrows rain on leaving me be
The wind is howling with your name
The rain beats on can you not see
The rain beats on can you not see?
Frost untouched won’t be the same
The wind is howling with your name?
The thunder roars within me untamed!
My sorrows rain on leaving me be
The wind is howling with your name
The rain beats on can you not see
Railroad Tracks
Dangerously playing on railroad tracks,
not hearing the whistle of the approaching train;
why would she be as reckless as rascals?
Dangerously playing on railroad tracks,
lining up on their thin edge small rocks...
not fearing death that can kill without pain.
Dangerously playing on railroad tracks,
not hearing the whistle of the approaching train.
Dangerously playing on railroad tracks,
not hearing the whistle of the approaching train;
why would she be as reckless as rascals?
Dangerously playing on railroad tracks,
lining up on their thin edge small rocks...
not fearing death that can kill without pain.
Dangerously playing on railroad tracks,
not hearing the whistle of the approaching train.
Track
I came here to end my life on this rail track
As I have been thrown out by a cruel man
Now I’m not hard as this stone but racked
I came here to end my life on this rail track
But couldn't gather the courage and fell back
I wish a train comes and kills me all of a sudden
I came here to end my life on this rail track
As I have been thrown out by a cruel man.
Ahaa, Idk if you will take more than one. But I love writing. SO here
I came here to end my life on this rail track
As I have been thrown out by a cruel man
Now I’m not hard as this stone but racked
I came here to end my life on this rail track
But couldn't gather the courage and fell back
I wish a train comes and kills me all of a sudden
I came here to end my life on this rail track
As I have been thrown out by a cruel man.
Ahaa, Idk if you will take more than one. But I love writing. SO here
Trapped in a tumbler.
The moonlit tendrils fall like racing stars
across her timeless, porcelain face.
He breathes in heavy and bruises in corners.
He smokes a cigar for the virginal space.
The moonlit tendrils fall like racing stars.
She kneels silently at any mans altar, his plebeian sin.
the moonlit tendrils fall like racing stars
across her timeless, porcelain face.
The moonlit tendrils fall like racing stars
across her timeless, porcelain face.
He breathes in heavy and bruises in corners.
He smokes a cigar for the virginal space.
The moonlit tendrils fall like racing stars.
She kneels silently at any mans altar, his plebeian sin.
the moonlit tendrils fall like racing stars
across her timeless, porcelain face.
Anonymous
[font=Verdana]Thanks for the entry LA, but your poem doesn't follow the A B A A A B A B rhyme scheme.
Your Gaze
Lost in the portal of your gaze,
Taken far away from This place
To another space, out of phase,
Lost in the portal of your gaze,
Amazed by your mystical ways,
A power that time won’t erase
Lost in the portal of your gaze,
Taken far away from This place
Lost in the portal of your gaze,
Taken far away from This place
To another space, out of phase,
Lost in the portal of your gaze,
Amazed by your mystical ways,
A power that time won’t erase
Lost in the portal of your gaze,
Taken far away from This place
Transplant
Transplant plants into bigger pots
Beyond life, what we need is space
It's easy to feel lost and caught
Transplant plants into bigger pots
Winning is not in how we fought,
But in gaining our rightful place
Transplant plants into bigger pots
Beyond life, what we need is space
Transplant plants into bigger pots
Beyond life, what we need is space
It's easy to feel lost and caught
Transplant plants into bigger pots
Winning is not in how we fought,
But in gaining our rightful place
Transplant plants into bigger pots
Beyond life, what we need is space
The Feeling
Love the feeling of skin on skin
Wild for your smooth, soft body
Want to be with you and within
Love the feeling of skin on skin
Nothing this right could be a sin,
Holding the curves of this hottie
Love the feeling of skin on skin
Wild for your smooth, soft body
The madman creeps behind the lectern
While the world screws shut its eyes.
No signs around except a wrecked urn—
The madman creeps behind the lectern—
A game! think those who watch the sect churn
Buttered by eight sweetmilk lies.
The madman creeps behind the lectern
While the world screws shut its eyes.
While the world screws shut its eyes.
No signs around except a wrecked urn—
The madman creeps behind the lectern—
A game! think those who watch the sect churn
Buttered by eight sweetmilk lies.
The madman creeps behind the lectern
While the world screws shut its eyes.
