Poetry competition CLOSED 28th March 2019 3:00am
WINNER
Controversity
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RUNNER-UP:
Tardegrade
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Poetry Medics Napo 4
Poetry Contest Description
30 theme
Write a poem of exactly 30 lines in length
All lines must have exactly three words in them
You can write about any subject
(not extreme content)
new writes, please
no collabs
sweet or sour - you're choice
You have 3 weeks - have fun
Now I would recommend Napo to you and to join in on the DU version
I AM IN
but if you feel its not for you here are some links and resources for those seeking an alternative:
http://www.napowrimo.net/
https://www.facebook.com/National-Poetry-Writing-Month-415972748492192/
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Poetry_Writing_Month
https://scolarcardiff.wordpress.com/2017/04/01/napowrimo/
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Anonymous
Sisterhood Of The Travelling Pants
now it seemed
that my jeans
were too baggy
(really quite saggy)
got a belt
and then felt
like they fit,
what a hit!
walked the street
with my feet,
wanted a coffee
and a toffee
ate some lunch
(more like brunch)
when my jeans
burst their seams
for the stitching
caused such itching...
stitched with wire!
Oh no, Sire!
found the guy
I did buy
these useless pants
... I shouted rants
bombed the shop
when a cop
looked at me,
for you see
he’s the liar...
trousers on fire.
[Non-Entry. In case I get reported by the Fun police.]
now it seemed
that my jeans
were too baggy
(really quite saggy)
got a belt
and then felt
like they fit,
what a hit!
walked the street
with my feet,
wanted a coffee
and a toffee
ate some lunch
(more like brunch)
when my jeans
burst their seams
for the stitching
caused such itching...
stitched with wire!
Oh no, Sire!
found the guy
I did buy
these useless pants
... I shouted rants
bombed the shop
when a cop
looked at me,
for you see
he’s the liar...
trousers on fire.
[Non-Entry. In case I get reported by the Fun police.]
Anonymous
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Not A Competition Entry
Thirty lines long
Only three words
Every single line
No competition theme
About any subject
Any at all
Could be serious
Could be funny
Could be love
Could be dark
Maybe all four
No extreme content
It's family friendly
Readable by Grandma
Maiden Aunt Flo
Mild cuss words
Like boobs, fart
Damn,and balderdash
No to collabs
Only one competition
Per individual poet
New or old
Just have fun
The comp finishes
In three weeks
Time is short
Engage your brain
Pick up your
Pen or pencil
"Shall I compare,..................."
Thirty lines long
Only three words
Every single line
No competition theme
About any subject
Any at all
Could be serious
Could be funny
Could be love
Could be dark
Maybe all four
No extreme content
It's family friendly
Readable by Grandma
Maiden Aunt Flo
Mild cuss words
Like boobs, fart
Damn,and balderdash
No to collabs
Only one competition
Per individual poet
New or old
Just have fun
The comp finishes
In three weeks
Time is short
Engage your brain
Pick up your
Pen or pencil
"Shall I compare,..................."
Fire Breathing
I spit fire,
I’m not lying,
I spatter flames,
You would desire,
See me frying,
Fire breathing games.
I burn lips,
With a hypnosis,
Bringing the heat,
With quick quips,
Just know this,
Lit, spit, repeat.
With some cornstarch,
Or coffee creamer
Even lamp oil,
Reverse skew arch,
Like blowing reefer,
Watch it toil.
Hold the torch,
It will scorch,
Then spit hard,
Hear the flame,
It sounds insane,
Be on guard.
I breathe fire,
Like dragon’s ire,
Fun silly game,
Then kiss her,
Getting her stirred,
I spit flame.
Free
I don't like
to be told
how to write
or mend lines,
but in this
case I guess
I'll have to.
He said three
weeks, well, psst,
give me five
minutes and pen
to show you
how I give the
world my stem.
Screw up they
called me, well,
I guess nothing
has really changed
but now the
truth is not
the same color.
Hell bound, but
before that I'll
be hellishly free.
Don't pretend to
know one minute
about me, when
all I give
you is seconds
to doubt me.
I don't like
to be told
how to write
or mend lines,
but in this
case I guess
I'll have to.
He said three
weeks, well, psst,
give me five
minutes and pen
to show you
how I give the
world my stem.
Screw up they
called me, well,
I guess nothing
has really changed
but now the
truth is not
the same color.
Hell bound, but
before that I'll
be hellishly free.
Don't pretend to
know one minute
about me, when
all I give
you is seconds
to doubt me.
Self (abs.orbed)
I missed you
(No small feat)
Your presence, open
My eyes, defeat
Empty, moot hands
As music intones
Party to some
Others shuffle alone
(Lost in self)
Pitying my condition
I missed you
Regret the admission
Wallflower, wolf hour
Which is true?
(Knows mal feet)
I missed you
Your presents, open
Eyes deaf, eat
Empty, mute hands
Muse akin tones
A party twosome
Others shuffle alone
Loss, tin self
Pity - my condition
I missed you
Regret, miyad mission
Truth be told
Eye was wrong
Full of pain
You were gone.
(No small feat)
Your presence, open
My eyes, defeat
Empty, moot hands
As music intones
Party to some
Others shuffle alone
(Lost in self)
Pitying my condition
I missed you
Regret the admission
Wallflower, wolf hour
Which is true?
(Knows mal feet)
I missed you
Your presents, open
Eyes deaf, eat
Empty, mute hands
Muse akin tones
A party twosome
Others shuffle alone
Loss, tin self
Pity - my condition
I missed you
Regret, miyad mission
Truth be told
Eye was wrong
Full of pain
You were gone.
Written by Tardegrade
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