Poetry competition CLOSED 30th July 2020 11:36pm
WINNER
Eerie
View Profile Poems by Eerie
trophy

Go to page:

Pick n Mix Poetry

Miss_Sub
Miss_Sub
- Missy -
Tyrant of Words
United Kingdom
105awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 26th June 2011
Forum Posts: 9144

Poetry Contest

Write a pick n mix poem

Sadly due to Covid-19, all pick n mix stands will probably be closed for the foreseeable future. However just as well because theyre 90% child boogers and adult sneeze hands.

Anyhoo....

This is the pick n mix poetry challenge. Its simple pick an animal from set A, an object from set B and an abstract noun from set c and weave these into a poem.

Set A - An Animal

Snake
Bear
Ostrich
Lizard
Tiger
Rabbit
Shark
Owl

Set B - An object

Umbrella
Walking stick
Microphone
Sandwich
Telescope
Cup
Guitar
Knife

Set C - Abstract Nouns

Rhythm
Fashion
Clarity
Advantage
Failure
Sleep
Calm
Horror


Rules

One word from each of the 3 sets must be used in the poem, using them in the title doesnt count.

New writes only

Up to 300 words in length

Up to 3 entries per human being allowed

Audio / video / visual accepted

Please post your poem and link your poem to the comp so the date can be checked.

Two weeks


wallyroo92
wallyroo92
Dangerous Mind
United States
92awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 11th July 2012
Forum Posts: 1117

Mike the Owl

 
Whos that on the mic?  
Ooh! Its Mike the Owl!  
And if you ask whats he like
Id say with a growl that fowl is foul!  

He doesnt speak much but on the microphone his beak can spit a sick beat,  
Many times he has shown his rhythm and rhymes are a hoot and an absolute treat,  
Im talon you hes like a beast released in the wild the way he feasts on emcees whove tried,  
Because with one fell swoop hell whoop some ass then you too will be left wide eyed.  

Mike the owl will look at you with a scowl and straight up ask if you want to rap battle,  
Itd be better now to throw in the towel or else youll howl when you begin to feel deaths rattle,  
Hes a wise old bird because his words will get the ladies in the audience roused up and stirred,  
And if you dont hear him coming its because his stealth wings are meant to be unheard.  

Hes a savage killer, like a guerilla, but man he can drop a mad bass in your face like a bad villain,  
Hes a deadly hunter of the night who can assassinate one minute and the next be straight chillin,  
His bars are fire, like two hundred seventy degrees of hot rounds sure to make you perspire,  
Mike is usually on the prowl but on the mic hes an owl youll come to love and admire.
Written by wallyroo92
Go To Page  

Calamityofgin
Calamityofgin
Fire of Insight
United States
3awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 10th May 2020
Forum Posts: 91

The Lizard and the Walking Stick

See the lizard with the walking stick
An absurd rhythm    
It applies to a scurried gate
For fashion it would suit him
Only if he were made
A hat band  
For my houndstooth fedora
 
The green flash
And a blue feather
Would bring out my eye
 
I eye him  
With a curiosity
And enough desire now
To make his skinny neck gulp
 
A new bejiggity  
Gitter up and go
Now see him drop the stick
He fast approaches frantic
And also drops his tail
 
The fine neon stripe  
Of tail had done him much less damage  
Than the stick
Both attempts at vanity
Utter failures in the end
 
I pick them up both
Twirling one on my left finger
One on my right
See the stick
She matches my fine shoes
See the neon flash of tail
Now curling from my pocket?  
 
Dont his tail make the perfect  
Company for the green in my eye?
Written by Calamityofgin
Go To Page  

Jermainesplain
Jermainesplain
Twisted Dreamer
United States
1awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 9th May 2020
Forum Posts: 28

Ostrich Guitar Clarity

Ostrich Guitar Clarity
I got that Ostrich Guitar Clarity
When she standing there in front of me
And Im playing her this song

Shark tornado gravity
Something about disparity
Seems fair to me
A rarity
I fucked her with a tooth

Ostrich got that long ass neck
Like a guitar and in retrospect
I should have picked a different animal
When I wrote this here poem

Cause I dont know much about Ostriches
Or guitars for that matter either
But I wrote this poem special
For the lady who made this contest
Cause she looking fine
And she challenges me
Which I like

And suddenly, it came to me
Such clarity
Im in love
With a special someone

Didnt take much
Just a riddle of sorts
Make these words work
And you know I did just that
For the glory of love

Ill Peter Cetera you all night long
If youd just say youll be
My soft rock queen

This is for you
My Ostrich
My Guitar
My Clarity
Written by Jermainesplain
Go To Page  

da_poetic-edifier
da_poetic-edifier
Damon
Fire of Insight
United States
6awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 11th Aug 2016
Forum Posts: 95

Jake The Snake (Her Last Mistake)

A slithering snake named Jake persuaded her to grab the microphone
She couldn't bear to stay there in wait of the fate of a broken home
Inside her dome were lofty aspirations of singing rhythm & blues
Hopping to it like a rabbit without a walking stick or even a clue

Choosing to run with someone that was a shark disguised as a guy
No wise owl was around to give sound advice from its third eye
Desires to be fly in the latest fashion omitted subtraction from the equation
Caused her to focus on the hocus pocus of the money and fame addition

Her perception lacked clarity about the fallacies of the music biz
Without an umbrella to protect her she easily became a prey of his
For years he took advantage of her distorted vantage points
Telescope of hope doped by stars and laced marijuana joints

Music began to disappoint to the point of becoming a failure
Instead of being an ostrich by sticking his neck out to console her
He put her career to sleep and creeped away with everything
Her cup no longer runneth over with blessings
when she sings

The green of a lizard no longer resided inside her account
Now sandwiched 'tween a rock and debt of large amount
She'd count with wrist tiger stripes as calm became horror
A knife ended her life 'cause, like a guitar, he played her
Written by da_poetic-edifier (Damon)
Go To Page  

DaisyGrace
DaisyGrace
Fire of Insight
United States
5awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 29th Mar 2017
Forum Posts: 417

Two Examples of Letting the Word "Fine" Dissolve a Relationship

DaisyGrace
Go To Page  

DaisyGrace
DaisyGrace
Fire of Insight
United States
5awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 29th Mar 2017
Forum Posts: 417

Loving The Great Bear

 
I needed someone to
hold me like they knew.
Knew what it was to
put broken pieces
back together.

But you might as well be
The Great Bear
and the closest I can get to you
is to view your cold stars
through this sometimes
dysfunctional telescope.

I needed to be held like
you were afraid of losing me.
Like I was the only thing in this life
you treasured.
Even if it was just for a moment.
Even if it was a lie.

But all that doesnt matter.

I will place this calm mask
over my eyes and pretend.
Pretend that I am not broken.
Pretend that I actually am
the woman everyone sees.

Like I always do.
Written by DaisyGrace
Go To Page  

TCLilly
TCLilly
Odette
Twisted Dreamer
United States
1awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 18th Dec 2012
Forum Posts: 12

Rain drops scattered on the roof

Rain drops scattered on the roof
Remind me to close the western facing windows
After a sigh of relief I stop and admire all the green  
With a deep breath in, I see
A small rabbit in the yard.
The clever wildling stays unaware of me
Calm and eating grass under a strong and sprawling tree
I keep my eyes on the little one, and my ears on the rain
And soon a gentle melody is splashed across my brain
I am in my childhood bedroom being softly sung to sleep
My father strums his guitar to the rain's organic beat





Tanzen Lilly July 2020
Written by TCLilly (Odette)
Go To Page  

Pimp2ThaFuture04
Pimp2ThaFuture04
Wise Conscious
Thought Provoker
  profile   poems   message
Joined 3rd June 2020
Forum Posts: 61

Bear With Strings Attached

Bear be my nickname  
Because I am as  
as soft cotton when I  
play my guitar I spoil my  
girl rotten she like it when  
I say me and you and you  
and me and me and you oooh
through the mesh of the microphone
 
She got the eyes of a
Tiger that's why I took
her home and  
Tuned up my strings  
got her hypnotized
Now she's under the
spell of my rhythm
Perfectly synchronized
 
Doing a slow dance
moving her body like
a snake got me plucking  
the strings and thinking  
about taking advantage
while she moved to the beat  
 
Plus she a night owl  
so ain't nobody going
to sleep shes deep in  
a trance waving her hands
In the air stretching high like  
a ostrich neck  
She's stealing all my energy
But giving me mental clarity  
 
Keep grinding on me  
and I will hop on it like
a rabbit lick her like a  
lizard bite down  
on it like an old fashion  
sandwich she's going to
need an umbrella  
Cause we going to make
scattered showers
 
I'm on the prowl like a shark
ready to devour
I bring the horror to room
But all she gotta to do is
keep calm while being
caught up in my love storm
She may get a little weak  
in the knees so I let her borrow  
a walking stick to lean on
And babe please don't  
worry about your failure
I will catch you
 
My nosy neighbors are  
watching us through  
A telescope so I shake my  
Knife out of  the window
and threatened to poke
After the song finished  
We were still caught up in  
the vibe and just warming  
up I put on the tea kettle
and filled her cup then  
I offer her to some pick n' mix  
and she said she had enough...
 
 
Written by Pimp2ThaFuture04 (Wise Conscious)
Go To Page  

_boybrains
_boybrains
Dangerous Mind
United Kingdom
4awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 10th July 2017
Forum Posts: 341

the funny thing about cables.

 


mr hiss
enjoys the
performances

guzzles
a few whiskeys
after his-s-s
spoken
words,


if only
that snake
didn't fall
to sleep

with a
microphone
cable

coiled
around
him⎯




silly
bugger.
Written by _boybrains
Go To Page  

Eerie
Eerie
Fire of Insight
6awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 29th July 2018
Forum Posts: 215

A Journey of Self-Expression

   
  
{The Snake}  

The snake must learn to
telescope the core self,  
otherwise, heavy hands
would fashion its destiny.  

Shimmering scales slink  
through the molten landscape,
burnt by every fiery
fathom of discourse.

Yet, despite this ravage
of hot tongues fanning
the flame, there
is still a tiny, white light,
burning heat of its own.

Dawn creeps  
over the horizon and  
from the chaos, healing  
is born.  



{The Rabbit}  

The rabbit bathes in
sunlight, an
umbrella of joy and  
perfect consonance.  

A tide of rebirth has  
swept across the pock-marked
heart, soothing the
char of vacuous language.  

Here is where
transformation takes place;  
a resurrection of soul,
dancing in the light.  

Rhythm is formed by
easy hands molding  
clay, creating pockets of  
wisdom and beauty.  



{The Owl}  

The owl has achieved  
clarity of purpose, a
softened heart and keen
eyes to see truth.

Walking stick always at the  
ready, the journey is near
complete; heart mended
and wrongs forgiven.

Setting out on a path  
of love and good intentions,
there is no room for regret  
or the worry of death.

Wisdom is a sacred
rite, honed by those who  
seek, with conviction,
experiential knowledge.
Written by Eerie
Go To Page  

I_IS_ME
I_IS_ME
Dangerous Mind
United States
22awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 29th Aug 2018
Forum Posts: 36

Sharks

There are sharks circling our neighborhoods, surrounding our city and state
The knives that they display as teeth, you had best believe they're not fake
If caught off guard or out of our zone, taken to the bottom becomes our fate
There to suffer the horrors of your flesh being torn from the bones by dental rakes  
Written by I_IS_ME
Go To Page  

I_IS_ME
I_IS_ME
Dangerous Mind
United States
22awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 29th Aug 2018
Forum Posts: 36

Tiger

Baby girl Tiger was the cutest, especially when sipping from her sippy cup
In the corner against the wall like a walking stick all propped up
Both hands on the cup, head tilted back allowing the milk to slowly seep
After a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, all she can do is sip and sleep
Written by I_IS_ME
Go To Page  

I_IS_ME
I_IS_ME
Dangerous Mind
United States
22awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 29th Aug 2018
Forum Posts: 36

Rabbit And Ostrich

A Rabbit and an Ostrich formed a rhythm and blues band
The Rabbit played the guitar, while the Ostrich stood at the microphone stand
They sang of the outback and of the Ostrich hiding it's head when people came around
And they sang of the Rabbit using the Ostrich plumage whenever the rain came pouring down
 
Written by I_IS_ME
Go To Page  

slipalong
slipalong
Fire of Insight
United Kingdom
17awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 1st Jan 2018
Forum Posts: 406

A flight of fancy; Ostrich, clarity, umbrella

Once upon a time
in a land where sleep is banned
I would sit upon the telling chair
 entrance you with a tale
pin back your ears whilst I regale
In that Noslumberland
don't rub your eyes
my precious child
there lived a bird that could not fly
 gawky ostrich long and lanky
and his name was Fancy
for he was mute and could not squawk
 he employed an umbrella
so he could point
and strut around with dignity
to find the things he might require
perhaps some training for a glider
a deposit for a Turkish Carpet
to levitate, on a rug that has no cockpit
try to find some credibility
soar aloft like ancestors could
not just paddle in the sticky mud
and walk around on bony tilts
a puppet, hear the crowd
all laugh out loud
for he was trapped within his cage
he fumed and glowered with great outrage
that man could fly and he was trapped
so a cunning plan he hatched
just to flutter like a partridge
the lead shot blown from the cartridge
now do not yawn and close your eyes
for this tale holds a surprise
self belief high as an eagles aerie
just to escape that life so dreary
tunnel underneath the wire netting
escape that park of paradise
a chance to find a brand new setting
for next door was big top circus
a brave idea to reach the heights
under cover of the darkness
the brolly underneath a wing
the hook, the end for extra purchase
escape the bonds of trapped despair
brave intentions clarity
to seek the need for parity
 to become the feathered cannon
climb in the bore with gay abandon
and come the time to test the fuse
be discharged into the blue
once airborne spread ones wings and glide
now the chance to soar
terra firma always clamping thee
and each deserve; a flight of fancy
not tire in that pursuit of legacy
just one more verse before you sleep
float down on his open umbrella
 say the day had been quite stellar
Written by slipalong
Go To Page  

Go to page:
Go to: