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Poetry Contest

CO-HOST SUMMULTIMA UMA

Can you recall any of your earliest poetic/fiction outpourings?

No word limit, but if you wrote a novel at 13, a synopsis will suffice! It will be interesting if age at time of writing is referenced (if like me, memory blurs such things, an approximate age is ok).

Maximum of 2 entries per person.


LunasChild8
Dangerous Mind
Canada 21awards
Joined 27th Dec 2017
Forum Posts: 538

To Explore Or Not To Explore

To explore or not to explore: that is the question.
Whether 'tis easier for the mind to remain ignorant
And accept the cold embraces of outrageous beliefs,
Or is it wiser to take arms against a sea of blockades,
And by opposing, destroy them? To understand, to forget
No more, and by a discovery to say we cured
The blindness and the thousand natural shocks
That comes with acknowledgement of the truth. 'Tis an outcome
Desired to be wished. To learn, to dismiss-
To dismiss, the worst of sins: ay, there's the rub,
For in that dismissal of the obvious may come
When we have shuffled off the light
Must give us pause. That is the problem
That makes ignorance of such advance knowledge
Easy to do, for with knowledge comes the fear of what it holds.
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
All contribute to the fear of the unknown,
Thus, it was a convenience t olive, within their own little worlds,
Doing exactly what was expected of them,
For with knowledge comes power!
Written by LunasChild8
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Not the earliest poem that I've ever written, but it's the first of my old work that I've recently found. Written in grade 12 as a parody of "To Be Or Not to Be."

LunasChild8
Dangerous Mind
Canada 21awards
Joined 27th Dec 2017
Forum Posts: 538

The Raven's Curse

The son of Reyes has returned
Listen closely to the vital task you have earned
Ever since you were a child, all you have known was pain
Yet a gift you were not aware of has been gained
A priceless gift; a blood-linked secret kept hidden
Be wise; do not misuse what you have been given
An evil lurks among your land
Something far superior than any common man
A sadist entity that feeds on pain
It is an abomination that must be contained
Use caution; it is very cunning
Be prepared, son of Reyes; the evil is coming
Fortune is on your side, but do not underestimate this evil
You must not fail in your retrieval
For there is nothing more vile and sinister put on the Earth
Than the merciless Raven's Curse.

 
Location riddle:
Buried deep in the Earth
Far out to the east
The stirring evil lurks
Where it rests and feasts
Travel to the Forest of Death
Nearby your place of birth
Do not allow the evil another breath
And you will prove your worth.
Written by LunasChild8
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I wrote this back in Junior High, along with a sister poem called "The Snake's Tears." It was part of an original rough draft of a fantasy series I had been working on. I actually uploaded a newer version of this same poem called "Verona, the Raven."

Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
Tyrant of Words
United States 154awards
Joined 9th Nov 2015
Forum Posts: 5134

BLEED

(my first heartbreak/break-up)  

It was during that night, after dinner,  
And tight on bottles of wine, your words  
Hung sublime like crystalline birds.  
 
And I, dazed from the sound as they passed,  
Could only look at you through my glass  
Held up to my gaze, and filled with wine,  
 
And saw, with the passing of time how the  
Candle's light imbued everything in a  
red hue as I stared at you, intoxicated,  
 
Till through my fingers, slipped, its descent  
Lingered, the beat of my heart, hindered,  
Shattered its perfection across the floor,  
 
Just as my heart tore and came apart in a  
Flood of wine: red as blood, painful to see,  
 
As if my eyes had burst, but which would I  
Notice first: the innocuous stench of sick,  
Or the shards of glass' trick of the light.  
 
Still, I bleed in your presence, my tears  
 Are bleeding; don't staunch the flow.
 
You've tipped the waiter, now  
I beg you, please, just go.



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Written by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
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My first poem I wrote at 14.

JohnnyBlaze
Tyrant of Words
United States 23awards
Joined 20th Mar 2015
Forum Posts: 5573

[ Spiritual ] Dire Inspirations

 
Future in his mind
  
now before his eyes;    
   
the pigmented brush  
   
slips from his fingers    
   
Dashing from studio  
   
to thwart the inevitable  
   
while the ugly scenario  
   
he painted still lingers  
   
Not a second thought given  
   
to the other canvasses  
   
left behind unpainted  
   
never to be appreciated  
   
Artist gone insanely mad  
   
with a loaded gun in hand  
   
lost in a world of violence  
   
that only he created
 
 

 
Written by JohnnyBlaze
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1st poem written somewheres back in 2003 ... ?

And with the exception of trimming out a word or two and decapitalizing line beginnings, untampered with since.

* uses fingers, toes and popsicle sticks to calculate *

I was 32 when I switched to writing poetry, but anything I wrote prose-wise as far back as age 10 is unrecoverable.

Magnetron
Fire of Insight
United States 6awards
Joined 20th July 2014
Forum Posts: 433

Anatomy Of A Dragon I

   
Forgotten oaths sworn by elder generations    
mystic rites, incantations, spoken  
in archaic languages, tongues  
long broken  
 
echoing  
     in caverns that are the dragon's lungs    
 
 
Written by Magnetron
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From 2004.  Capitalizations adjusted since. Otherwised, unrevised.

ManorMyth
Man_Or_Myth
Twisted Dreamer
United States 2awards
Joined 14th Apr 2014
Forum Posts: 44

Regret

With blood rushing from her veins,  
She sits in a corner screaming in pain.  
"Why is my life so sad?" she yells,  
"How did it get this bad?" she cries out to no prevail  

She thinks back to the days she was happy,  
the days that were full of joy when she was younger.  
Only to come back to reality, with her head spinning,  
and then her eyes become heavy with slumber.  
 
Her eyes drowning in tears, thinking about all her sorrows,  
She fears nothing, but the time she can no longer borrow.  
 
"No, i'm not ready to die," she says when she realized what she's done,  
"This was a big mistake." she's thinking, "How stupid of me, how dumb."  
 
She tries to stand to her feet,  
as in her life she really cared.  
Just to tumble and fall back, and bump her head;  
Her eyes close, she sleeps now in her forever nightmare.
Written by ManorMyth (Man_Or_Myth)
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Was the first thing I’ve ever written

slipalong
Dangerous Mind
United Kingdom 41awards
Joined 1st Jan 2018
Forum Posts: 836

Carpe diem

The demeanor of the day
sometimes sunny sometimes grey
bringing joy bringing hate
love not always on a plate
Carpe Diem I say mate
Written by slipalong
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slipalong
Dangerous Mind
United Kingdom 41awards
Joined 1st Jan 2018
Forum Posts: 836

Carpe diem

The demeanor of the day
sometimes sunny sometimes grey
bringing joy bringing hate
love not always on a plate
Carpe Diem I say mate
Written by slipalong
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slipalong said:
I wrote this poem just after my 76th birthday. I joined DU 2 years ago
It was the first poem I wrote I think it sums up " seizing the day" to a new expression. Some want to unload that way by using the medium of poetry or prose . For that days reciprocation  they seized me back and I will stay for just one like and a kind remark

Ahavati
Tyrant of Words
United States 118awards
Joined 11th Apr 2015
Forum Posts: 15350

On Selfishness

"Don't let's ask for the moon.    
We have the stars."
 
--Bette Davis    
    
I was on the roof, naked of shame,    
a big dipper of verse ladling from    
the night one bulb at a time until    
holding a swollen bag of stars    
bursting its seam with poem.    
   
Who cared if the moon was alone?    
~
Written by Ahavati
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eswaller
Dangerous Mind
United States 31awards
Joined 22nd Dec 2015
Forum Posts: 760

Green Eyes

My green eyes, reflected through  
The color of my grandma’s eyes  
And those before me.  
Like emeralds and other gems  
Thrown into the ocean. Like  
The soft blades of grass running  
Through my fingers. Something
So rare and unusual, but still  
Beautiful and captivating.  
Only 2% of the population  
Has them. I am one of those  
People.
Written by eswaller
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eswaller
Dangerous Mind
United States 31awards
Joined 22nd Dec 2015
Forum Posts: 760

Grandma Nan Moves From Arkansas

When I was ‘bout 13 years old
Younger than you are now
I was leaving our only family home.

I said goodbye to our ratty,
Yet warm and welcoming house.
I also said goodbye to
The faded and chipped red painted barn,
Occupied with the clucking of the rooster
And the loud noises of the other animals.
I was longing and aching to touch them
One last time,
Before I said goodbye
To them for the very last time
I grew up with them
I have loved and cherished them
As if they were a part of my family.

I am leaving the old country side
And all of the roads that
Isolated us from our neighbors
Down the long bend
And those kicking up dirt
As we drive on by in our car.

I was going to miss my Arkansas
But we were leaving
For something better,
A life in the city,
In San Francisco, California
A place known as
“The land of sunshine and opportunity.”

It’s a place where my poppa could get a real job
Making enough money to support us.
He doesn’t have to live on the minimum wage,
Barely making a dollar an hour.

The Great Depression
Swept through the country
And took everything that was in it’s path.

I wonder what ever happened to that house
For I have never gone back to Arkansas
And I still haven’t to this very day.
Written by eswaller
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russell_snow
Twisted Dreamer
United States 4awards
Joined 19th Mar 2019
Forum Posts: 25

Inside Beauty

As you walk beneath the moonlight,
    your beauty reflects the ocean
As you dream about your precious pets,
     your beauty attracts the dolphins
As you sing your favorite love songs,
     your beauty rings the church bells
As you stare at me in wonder,
            your beauty takes me under

So many tough things in life
     for us to figure out
So many quick decisions
     we made without a doubt

And when you cried, it made me say
     I'm glad that you are mine
Because no one else could ever find
     so much beauty on a wedding day

And it's not just your outside beauty
     why I said "I do"
It's deep within yourself, inside
     That makes me say
I love you
Written by russell_snow
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One of my earliest (love) poems, from about 1999/2000 during school and predates my actual wedding by over a decade

Ely
E.A.Rothwell
Dangerous Mind
Mexico 6awards
Joined 20th May 2018
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My Place (of refuge)

My place is off somewhere  
and there isn't any fear
                  or hate…  
                         or greed…  
                                   or jealousy.  
 
the grass is always green…  
in my place...and the sun shines  
and flowers bloom  
                   all year...there.  
 
and the streams going down to  
the sea are clean and clear…  
 
There is also a forest in my place…  
       a big…  
                  cool…  
                             green…  
                         majestic forest...  
 
with blue butterflies  
       and a deep...black...pool  
with silver fishes in it  
and tall reeds growing near.  
 
And I go...very softly after  
a while to lie by the pool...

*I wrote this first poem when I was 14 and struggling with teenage angst*
Written by Ely (E.A.Rothwell)
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Ely
E.A.Rothwell
Dangerous Mind
Mexico 6awards
Joined 20th May 2018
Forum Posts: 297

Alliteration Too

A Far-Reaching Forest...
...Tall Trees Towering
Stood... in Stately Majesty
 ...Silent and Still...
In the Cold, Pale Moonlight...

*First day of Sr English...1962...I had just turned 18*
Written by Ely (E.A.Rothwell)
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