Poetry competition CLOSED 17th September 2011 3:53am
WINNER
666gothchick (Paulina Dionne)
666gothchick (Paulina Dionne)
RUNNER-UP:
RedHot_Peppers
Masks
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
write a poem about the mask you wear
The Masquerade
A masquerade ball for the ages!
Tuxedoed and ball-gowned
we picked up our masks:
I wore Comedy,
and you, Tragedy.
What perfect foils
for the perfect couple.
When we arrived
we fell to drinking,
as is the custom for people
hiding life behind the tension-lines
on their faces.
And I, being glad
that the alcohol and friends
and the bantering laughs
had me pinned into the moment,
reveled in the respite
from everything outside it.
I prescribed myself
that usual over-the-counter remedy
of beer and a friendly crowd
between her and I.
I was the spitting image of Puck
(though as the night wore on
I became a bit more like Nick Bottom).
And when they found you
crying in the bathroom,
they pulled off your mask
to see your face
and the pain within.
As if they hoped
they wouldn't see Tragedy
upon tragedy. What fools,
who came to Macbeth
expecting survivors!
It's odd to realize
that we hid our faces
behind our souls that night.
A masquerade ball for the ages!
Tuxedoed and ball-gowned
we picked up our masks:
I wore Comedy,
and you, Tragedy.
What perfect foils
for the perfect couple.
When we arrived
we fell to drinking,
as is the custom for people
hiding life behind the tension-lines
on their faces.
And I, being glad
that the alcohol and friends
and the bantering laughs
had me pinned into the moment,
reveled in the respite
from everything outside it.
I prescribed myself
that usual over-the-counter remedy
of beer and a friendly crowd
between her and I.
I was the spitting image of Puck
(though as the night wore on
I became a bit more like Nick Bottom).
And when they found you
crying in the bathroom,
they pulled off your mask
to see your face
and the pain within.
As if they hoped
they wouldn't see Tragedy
upon tragedy. What fools,
who came to Macbeth
expecting survivors!
It's odd to realize
that we hid our faces
behind our souls that night.
The monster wears the mask
Camouflage to hide
No one knows
what lurks on the inside
He pulls them in
like ever great predator
He hurts them
with a pain that endures forever
When he looked in a mirror
He couldn't believe what he seen
When the monster looked in a mirror
What he seen was me
Camouflage to hide
No one knows
what lurks on the inside
He pulls them in
like ever great predator
He hurts them
with a pain that endures forever
When he looked in a mirror
He couldn't believe what he seen
When the monster looked in a mirror
What he seen was me
Anonymous
i liked how your lines flowed and the story you told
Anonymous
a very good story within a good twist of fate
Anonymous
yes unless it won
Less a poem about the mask I wear and more about the one the rest of us/you and society wears. Going against the grain as is my wont.
Metaphorical reverse masked masquerade
Phalanxes of false faces
Courts of camouflages
Endless appearances
And dozens of disguises
We all wear masks they say
In every place that we play
Shifting changing by day
This seems the modern way
Facades on Facebook
Masquearades on Myspace
Your veil on Youtube
Ingenius guises on the internet
Facades of false faces
Cretinous camoflage
Annoying counter-appearances
And damned disguises
Masks are fleeting you see
Forgotten reality; agree?
So flee! Flee ! Flee!
For I hide behind the
Real 'true' masked me.
Metaphorical reverse masked masquerade
Phalanxes of false faces
Courts of camouflages
Endless appearances
And dozens of disguises
We all wear masks they say
In every place that we play
Shifting changing by day
This seems the modern way
Facades on Facebook
Masquearades on Myspace
Your veil on Youtube
Ingenius guises on the internet
Facades of false faces
Cretinous camoflage
Annoying counter-appearances
And damned disguises
Masks are fleeting you see
Forgotten reality; agree?
So flee! Flee ! Flee!
For I hide behind the
Real 'true' masked me.
Anonymous
lord viddax
a very touching poem writen so true to what goes on around us
a very touching poem writen so true to what goes on around us
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< double-embossed Kevlar face shield model 37 >
it's Texas
(on the bridge to Galveston)
and my
double-embossed Kevlar face shield
(model 37)
wraps my face
as my hand reaches out
and opens a door to the east coast
just wide enough
to shout through
and i
shout anything that might stop you
but you're just a picture
wrapped across my face
a picture
busy telling me:
"your face
all pieces now
gray, white, black
i spent my afternoons
cutting us
like a movie
and the evenings
spreading us out
great reels of us
trying to line them up
fit them
fix them
the beginnings
the ends"
- - -
< double-embossed Kevlar face shield model 37 >
it's Texas
(on the bridge to Galveston)
and my
double-embossed Kevlar face shield
(model 37)
wraps my face
as my hand reaches out
and opens a door to the east coast
just wide enough
to shout through
and i
shout anything that might stop you
but you're just a picture
wrapped across my face
a picture
busy telling me:
"your face
all pieces now
gray, white, black
i spent my afternoons
cutting us
like a movie
and the evenings
spreading us out
great reels of us
trying to line them up
fit them
fix them
the beginnings
the ends"
- - -
Anonymous
Here is my entry... I'm a bit rusty...
This is my first poetry attempt in quite a while
Ha! A mask is for the childish
I am beyond my years
What sir, do you think
I must hide or fear?
Façade is not my way
Beneath me is where it lies
Smiles never break my face
Unless sincerity resides
I cannot be bothered
I’ve been through hell and back
Traveled half a mile into heaven
Walked the less ridden track
So I’ve no need for a silly mask!
My eyes have become AWOL
If you don’t understand these words I spell
Then I have fooled you all…
This is my first poetry attempt in quite a while
Ha! A mask is for the childish
I am beyond my years
What sir, do you think
I must hide or fear?
Façade is not my way
Beneath me is where it lies
Smiles never break my face
Unless sincerity resides
I cannot be bothered
I’ve been through hell and back
Traveled half a mile into heaven
Walked the less ridden track
So I’ve no need for a silly mask!
My eyes have become AWOL
If you don’t understand these words I spell
Then I have fooled you all…
The mask falls,
crumbles, breaks,
my competitive facade.
I cannot beat them
and with that knowledge
I melt into the cracks
of a broken Memphis,
into the cracks
of a belittled hypercondriac
with nothing more than a dusty
glass cupboard that was never filled
with the trophies
my mask had once imagined
as a child.
crumbles, breaks,
my competitive facade.
I cannot beat them
and with that knowledge
I melt into the cracks
of a broken Memphis,
into the cracks
of a belittled hypercondriac
with nothing more than a dusty
glass cupboard that was never filled
with the trophies
my mask had once imagined
as a child.
Anonymous
lemmy caution
not to sure if i understand it but overall a good write
not to sure if i understand it but overall a good write
Anonymous
autumn-018
a nice flow i liked all your lines
a nice flow i liked all your lines
Anonymous
literay antiquity
i liked these lines you used here
the mask falls,
crumbles, breaks
my competitive facade
i liked these lines you used here
the mask falls,
crumbles, breaks
my competitive facade
