Poetry competition CLOSED 18th January 2019 8:48pm
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Tallen
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Nari
Spellbound
Fire of Insight
United States
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Poetry Contest

Enter Your Poem About 1 Hobby That Best Characterizes You
No epics please. 200 word limit. 2 entry max.

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Tallen
Fire of Insight
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MATES

PAWN TO YOUR KING'S FOUR,
Now it's my 1st move.
NEVER SUSPECTED BEFORE
Never saw this coming
SO, I MATCH: PAWN TO KING 4.

KNIGHT TO KING'S BISHOP THREE,
What did you expect from me?
NOT KNOWING WHAT TO DO, I MOVE
A pawn to Queen 3.

KNIGHT TO QUEEN'S BISHOP THREE,
An aggressive embrace
Quietly a cue towards me.
In spite of wanting to hide,
I MOVE: BISHOP TO KING KNIGHT 5.

BISHOP TO QUEEN'S BISHOP FOUR,
What's gotten into me?!
Found, I want you ever-more!
I move a pawn to King Rook 3.

KNIGHT TAKES KING'S FIVE,
Developing a nervous hive
Close to falling in a love unseen,
I (with Bishop) capture my Queen!?

BISHOP TAKES KING'S BISHOP SEVEN,
And here You give me a check.
If I continue, I'd see Heaven. . .
Should I ---- Oh what the Heck!
Can't help but miss You
Hence, I succumb and move,
KING TO KING 2. . .
It must be Fate,

KNIGHT TO QUEEN'S FIVE,
In losing I've Won,
In Winning it's MATE!

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Written by Tallen
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Nari
Spellbound
Fire of Insight
United States
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Archery 2*

{Listening to Craig Ruhnke - Give Me The Nighttime (1983)}   † † †  
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Dampers have managed † † † † † † † †
To somehow become the † † † † † † † †
State of affairs for us † † † † † † † †
Stabilizing for hyper-mobile fingers † † † † † † † †
Extending their boon † † † † † † †  
Ready to part the heavens † † † † † † † †
Between my wrist and face † † † † † † † †
For target practice chiefly † † † † † † † †
Yet occasionally feigning for the rights† † † † † † † †
To a hunting scenario † † † † † † † †
With the baited side of the wind † † † † † † † †
Pressing into this involuntary  
Countryside of feminine hunters †
Their doppelgangers; detailing† † † † † † † †
My crudely indoctrinated body. † † † † † † † †
Which ordinarily isnít about † † † † † † † †
How quickly the bow shoots, † † † † † † † †
How impressive the tuning is or † † † † † † † †
How many pounds are being pulled but † † † † † † † †
More about identifying-† † † † † † † †
Understanding how and when † † † † † † † †
Itís going to fire once your pressure is † † † † † † † †  
Placed on that release trigger- † † † † †  
Removing human contact, which is the † † † † † † † †
Eloquent part of a dogmatist like me † † † † † † † †
(Judgmental especially: when shits close to my heart, † † † † † † † †
Autocratic and abrupt-generally) † † † † † † † †
With mounds of praise reducing † † † † † † † †
Their artistic value and vibration † † † † † † † †
Made so flawlessly-lawless † † † † † † † †
Now absorbing the shock; † † † † † † † †
Held in my mouth.
Written by Nari (Spellbound)
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marina2020
Thought Provoker
United States
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Reading

I read to escape
This place
I was forced into

At least I'm happier
When I read
About a place not my own

I can imagine it
Like I want
From the description

I dont have to deal
With reality
And everyones problems

I'm transported to a place
Where I can explore
With much less pain
Written by marina2020
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Benzy_420
BenzyTheWriter
Twisted Dreamer
United Kingdom
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The Situation

Sold my belongings just to pay my mumma rent
Tryna keep my focus making payment come again
Offering my labour to the people round the way
I wonít stop the hunt until I finally found the pay
I really need to move out, feel the tension in the house
Staying up to write all night but I canít make a sound
Constant alpha battles with my dad for stupid reasons
Have to love my parents but I just canít wait to leave them
Mumma always hurting, got that neck and shoulder pain
Balancing my care for her and building up a name
I canít be a carer and build up my fucking legacy
I need to spread my wings, my situation isnít letting me
So every morning, wake up, make a cup of coffee, smoke
Write a verse, take a shower, remember how Iím fucking broke
Practice what Iíve written until my vocals cords canít cope
Ponder whatís the harm of making dough by selling of dope
Plenty fiends
With empty dreams
An endless sea
Of entropy
Unstable folk
Whose cradle broke
And gave up hope
Befriending me
I gotta get my gwop, need to navigate my notes
People pressure me to play my part, Im sorry this ainít a soap
Iím no character
I smoke lavender
I make raps
Donít take naps
I wonít rest
Till Iím best
Till they see that Iím ahead
Of the curve
Watch me swerve
I got nerve
But no purse
So pursuing what Iím doing till Iím earning what Iím worth
Written by Benzy_420 (BenzyTheWriter)
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wallyroo92
Fire of Insight
United States
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My Diddles

Quit your tapping, they used to tell me
Folks at work thought I was nervous
And though they wouldnít understand
I was really refining my paradiddles

It was about the wrist and having control
Never letting your fingers off the stick
Otherwise the line would sound dirty
Or make the battery sound very pretty

I sometimes caught myself fantasizing
About flawless double strokes and flamadiddles
With inverted flam-taps and ratamacues
Mixed with cheese parafladdle-diddle-diddles

Eggbeaters and deviled-eggs, diddle-egg-fives
Cheesy pancakes and swiss-double paradiddles
Tu-cheese, cheesy-rolls, cupcakes, chutuddas
Chumbly, churruckitahs and Chewbacca-diddles

Nice and easy overeasy octadiddle-trons
Five stroke flamtas fufive-fifty-fives
Funky cheese inverted ghost-flams
Flive-flafla-taps, flammed Chinese fives

Cheese-drag, flama-chuck, flama-chucka diddles
Cheese-flamalet and flammed zigiddy-bops
Cheeseacues, chutichuhs, chutra-cheese
Cheese-chatachichi, fubars and quickity klotz

Double ratamaflam, flam-drag, drag-Pattys
Double flamacue, flam-drag diddle-diddles
Double flamed-swiss army triplets
Dragateenth double parafladdle-diddles

Flam-Drag Flafla, flamafladdles flamadiddles
Flama-Diddly, flama-chucka-diddle pattyacues
Flam-Five Pattys-Muppets-Jiggers-Hertas
Flam beats-beaters and flam drag-a-poos

Inverted-threes, cheese paradiddle-diddles
Inverted-inverts, inverted-cheese flam-taps
Inverted-flam fours-tap flam-seven slevens
Reverse dragadiddle, four stroke ruffadiddle-taps

Triplet pataflafla triple-stroke tap-drags
Three-stroke ruffadiddle triple-acues
Triple flam-flam paradiddle, ratamaflan
Triple dragaddidle, displaced flamacues

Nuttchada, pataflaka, pattyadiddles
Crazy Harry, Inverted-Patty, Vladiment
Walt-diddles tu-chachas and tu-chadas
Threesomes three-stroke ruffs and Iím spent

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Zaynab_kamoonpury
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The Royals vs the poet's realm

 
Of splendid thrones of gold  
or treasures manifold †  
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Of jewelled caskets †  
or lavish banquets †  
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Of Emirs and rajahs †  
Of Sultan and Shahs †  
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Of kings and queens †  
Of rulers and emperors †  
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Of sparkling crowns †  
or flowing gowns †  
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Of their subservient stewards and obedient pages †  
Of their stalwart squires and servile knaves †  
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Of poor humble, docile minions †  
who tended to regal pavilions †  
And obeisantly carried royal palanquins †  
Oh and some were real life harlequins † †
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Of castles and palaces †  
of abounding gold and silver †  
in ostentatious regal splendour †  
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The sidelined fanning maids in waiting †  
Yet to me only one thing worth noticing †  
The minstrels who came to sing †  
from afar for the queen and king †  
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For I'd rather be a poetess for kings †  
so to my tunes swayed a kingdom †  
than I be the king of mere subjects †  
and be filled with regal boredom! †  
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So I could join ranks of † †
troubadours †  
and sing for the king † †
some folklores. †  
 

A passion for poesy  
For magic of literacy [/b]
Written by Zaynab_kamoonpury
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FreeLove87
Fire of Insight
United States
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Samurai Swag

Samurai Swag
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To see whatís beyond whatís presented to my eyes and flesh,
to say yes or no when challenged by peers and plagues of society, to maintain my invisible composure when the odds are stacked against me,
my self-righteous attitude that remains
unshaken to the ignoranceís of the world,
itís my undying confidence in myself and my abilities,
in all aspects, in all endeavors, racing past my past, accompanying my present, blazing to my future,
Itís my self-respect to do what is necessary,
which is being myself unwaivered, untainted, incorruptible,
Itís maintaining my perspective of whatís right,
disregarding blood ties, bonds of friendship,
or the capacity of love,
It is my code of honor I am forever chained to that keeps me steady and stead-fast,
Itís my courage to stand in the middle between the hurricane and the tornado without fear, to survive my storms and prepare to contest the next one, †
Itís taking an arrow to the chest but still rushing into battle, armor shinning and battle cry still loud as thunder,
It is the sharpness of my sword that slices any Ninja that attempts to cross blades with me,
Itís my way, to die by my own sword, striking myself down not allowing the evils of my enemies the opportunity ,
it is to walk the path of the warrior for it is mine to walk,
my strike steady, my form graceful, both combined with strength, accuracy and power, this is the formula for my Samurai Swag.

Freelove
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Kathryn
Kathryn Eddy
Strange Creature
United States
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A Sailor's Tragedy.

The sun beamed down on the village below,
But yet no one seemed to know,
Near the shallows of the shore,
A man rocked back and forth-
Sobbing like none before.

In his arms there a body was,
For he: the only one to know the cause,
For this woman he seemed to know-
As his conduct seemed to relate,
What appeared to be her fate.

Thereafter this tragedy took place,
Haunted features marked upon his face,
The day which he could not forget-
Visions of her ghost often visited him,
And the light at the end of the tunnel dim.
Written by Kathryn (Kathryn Eddy)
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