Poetry competition CLOSED 2nd October 2018 3:23am
WINNER
wallyroo92
wallyroo92
RUNNERS-UP:
Jade-Pandora
and eswaller
A Picture Holds A Thousand Words #1
girl in the rain
So engrossed...
in her book she became...
that she sat...on the bench...
'neath the light...in the rain.
All night she read...
umbrella forgotten...
from beginning to end...
she read, soaked and be-sodden.
The book? That is real...
but not so the story...
for she read of adventure...
of glory and gloom...
of wizards and warriors...
ogres and halflings...
of Dragons'-hoard treasure...
and a Mountain called "Doom"...
in her book she became...
that she sat...on the bench...
'neath the light...in the rain.
All night she read...
umbrella forgotten...
from beginning to end...
she read, soaked and be-sodden.
The book? That is real...
but not so the story...
for she read of adventure...
of glory and gloom...
of wizards and warriors...
ogres and halflings...
of Dragons'-hoard treasure...
and a Mountain called "Doom"...
Written by Ely
(E.A.Rothwell)
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The Memory of Rain
( a Quatern )
Each time there comes the memory of rain,
That lives forever only in her mind.
It takes her far beyond the present pain,
A love to come just once some never find.
As was a kind she knew those years ago,
Each time there comes the memory of rain.
She hears him read his poetry, and so,
To keep her company from summer’s bane.
It was, of all the seasons in the chain,
In showers of the autumn, love’s embrace.
Each time there comes the memory of rain,
The lovers, once again, stand face to face.
To walk the haunts of places where they were
Of stains & leaves to long wash down a drain.
That hid away the passion when it stirs,
Each time there comes the memory of rain.
Each time there comes the memory of rain,
That lives forever only in her mind.
It takes her far beyond the present pain,
A love to come just once some never find.
As was a kind she knew those years ago,
Each time there comes the memory of rain.
She hears him read his poetry, and so,
To keep her company from summer’s bane.
It was, of all the seasons in the chain,
In showers of the autumn, love’s embrace.
Each time there comes the memory of rain,
The lovers, once again, stand face to face.
To walk the haunts of places where they were
Of stains & leaves to long wash down a drain.
That hid away the passion when it stirs,
Each time there comes the memory of rain.
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
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Anonymous
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Till The Words Disappear
She ran away but still claimed one thing.
A thing that kept her understood.
It was that book.
A book of correlation.
Temporary satisfaction.
With no home to return to she had to endure the rain.
Mother Nature had no condition that could stop her from reading.
Rain continuously spilled on the pages causing ink to aimlessly run.
She promised herself she would read until the words disappeared.
A thing that kept her understood.
It was that book.
A book of correlation.
Temporary satisfaction.
With no home to return to she had to endure the rain.
Mother Nature had no condition that could stop her from reading.
Rain continuously spilled on the pages causing ink to aimlessly run.
She promised herself she would read until the words disappeared.
Written by ClearmindedVillain
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Yasmine
in her mind she
dances through
stories pages
unwritten
words
unspoken
amber autums
whispering trees
mystic ley lines
maple leaves
tangerine
sunrises
silver linings
tiding the ebbs
& flows of life
she’s prose
unread a tale
untold one day
she’ll find her home
dances through
stories pages
unwritten
words
unspoken
amber autums
whispering trees
mystic ley lines
maple leaves
tangerine
sunrises
silver linings
tiding the ebbs
& flows of life
she’s prose
unread a tale
untold one day
she’ll find her home
Written by Duende
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Wind Witch
She doesn't need an umbrella
to trace the Wind Witches' route
between flooded crevices of page
They were born of a deluge
their desert emerald quartz
sprouting striped red and purple;
succulent birth of disturbed soil
whose prickly plumage created
sirens in barren wastelands
Mercury rises, his molten heat
fries floral axils to the bone
leaving skeletal thistles bleached
A zephyr snaps immigrant spines
rolls brittle bones as carved runes
emptying seed from dry wombs--
Their destiny doomed to burn
by man and wilderness both
She, too, was born of a torrent;
in the torrential she reads
by faith the sun will come
Offer her seed to its flame
who shall gift it unto a deluge
that the cyclic legacy remain
She will wither just the same
having fulfilled her destiny
tumbling wildly into history;
Doomed always to move
through man and wilderness both
~
to trace the Wind Witches' route
between flooded crevices of page
They were born of a deluge
their desert emerald quartz
sprouting striped red and purple;
succulent birth of disturbed soil
whose prickly plumage created
sirens in barren wastelands
Mercury rises, his molten heat
fries floral axils to the bone
leaving skeletal thistles bleached
A zephyr snaps immigrant spines
rolls brittle bones as carved runes
emptying seed from dry wombs--
Their destiny doomed to burn
by man and wilderness both
She, too, was born of a torrent;
in the torrential she reads
by faith the sun will come
Offer her seed to its flame
who shall gift it unto a deluge
that the cyclic legacy remain
She will wither just the same
having fulfilled her destiny
tumbling wildly into history;
Doomed always to move
through man and wilderness both
~
Written by Ahavati
(Tams)
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