Poetry competition CLOSED 20th October 2011 00:32am
WINNER
666gothchick (Paulina Dionne)
666gothchick (Paulina Dionne)
RUNNER-UP:
siphondarkness
Legend or Myth
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
write a poem about a legend or myth
With Hallooween coming up lets do a poem about a Legend or a Myth
as an example Bloody Mary is this story a legend or a myth?
In this competion I will allow 2 poems per person. Good luck and happy Hallooween! I look forward to reading all your great poems
as an example Bloody Mary is this story a legend or a myth?
In this competion I will allow 2 poems per person. Good luck and happy Hallooween! I look forward to reading all your great poems
Anonymous
Do you believe in Bloody Mary,
have you ever tried,
to call Bloody Mary in a mirror
call her name three times,
with a candle light,
staring into a mirror
my friend and I
summond Bloody Mary
to come forth from her grave
and let me tell you my friend she did.
She did not rip our faces off
and neither did she scratch our eyes out
but instead
we vanished right before our eyes
when we came back
our faces looked like pig faces
our eyes turned to red balls of light.
Scared us both out of our minds
but we were back to normal in no time
but now I dare you...
To call Bloody Mary three times...
This poem is based on a true story
this really did happen
have you ever tried,
to call Bloody Mary in a mirror
call her name three times,
with a candle light,
staring into a mirror
my friend and I
summond Bloody Mary
to come forth from her grave
and let me tell you my friend she did.
She did not rip our faces off
and neither did she scratch our eyes out
but instead
we vanished right before our eyes
when we came back
our faces looked like pig faces
our eyes turned to red balls of light.
Scared us both out of our minds
but we were back to normal in no time
but now I dare you...
To call Bloody Mary three times...
This poem is based on a true story
this really did happen
He resembles mad old Vlad
With his black hair combed back
He is the legendary beginning
From Bram Stoker's writing
The first bat brother
The Myth's father
The first one to bite
The first creature of the night
Their is no one above
The legendary Dracula
;..;
With his black hair combed back
He is the legendary beginning
From Bram Stoker's writing
The first bat brother
The Myth's father
The first one to bite
The first creature of the night
Their is no one above
The legendary Dracula
;..;
My Casper
He's a little boy,
a little boy I know.
One I've never met,
before he called my name.
He's a little boy,
and the conversations we have!
He's a little boy,
a friend I love to have.
He's a little boy,
we chat and we play.
We never go outside,
we never leave my room.
Because he's a little boy,
who lives in my wall.
Because he's a little boy,
with a hole in his chest.
Dripping red like ketchup.
And he's a little boy,
no grown up can see,
he's a little boy,
my very special friend.
He's a little boy.
He's a little boy,
a little boy I know.
One I've never met,
before he called my name.
He's a little boy,
and the conversations we have!
He's a little boy,
a friend I love to have.
He's a little boy,
we chat and we play.
We never go outside,
we never leave my room.
Because he's a little boy,
who lives in my wall.
Because he's a little boy,
with a hole in his chest.
Dripping red like ketchup.
And he's a little boy,
no grown up can see,
he's a little boy,
my very special friend.
He's a little boy.
Anonymous
LEVI thanks for joining in dracula is one of my favorite legends i liked this line the myths father the frist one to bite you are such a gifted young man i love to read your poems
Anonymous
karra your poem sent a chill down my spine i liked the line because he is a little boy who lives in my wall well because i have encountered these little ghost people in my life awesome write
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< This poem is based on a true story this really did happen >
I called my dog three times
he answered with three barks
and came running
I put his dish of food down
and he ate it
- - -
(myth: because my dog doesn't come when I call him)
< This poem is based on a true story this really did happen >
I called my dog three times
he answered with three barks
and came running
I put his dish of food down
and he ate it
- - -
(myth: because my dog doesn't come when I call him)
i based it off of a house i lived in, I was to young to really remember but apparently I did talk to a boy in the wall. lol. 
The Blood Countess (Elizabeth Báthory)
She eyes up the servant's and chooses
the tall one that smiles like an angel
"Tie her down" she orders the others
who are glad it's not them this time
"remove her clothes" she shouts
and loosens her own clothes for access
She whispers,complimenting a fine figure
and draws her sharpened nails across cheeks
madness controls her mind
lust controls her fingers
The screams,it seems, increases fervor
as she moans and groans and self pleasures
while the other servants gasp in horror
She takes position atop her victim
stealing one kiss and then another
plunging steel and wielding rubber
Her climax spells death for the servant
a simple girl in her obedience
thrown over the west wall of the castle
to remind the peasantry to be complicit
She eyes up the servant's and chooses
the tall one that smiles like an angel
"Tie her down" she orders the others
who are glad it's not them this time
"remove her clothes" she shouts
and loosens her own clothes for access
She whispers,complimenting a fine figure
and draws her sharpened nails across cheeks
madness controls her mind
lust controls her fingers
The screams,it seems, increases fervor
as she moans and groans and self pleasures
while the other servants gasp in horror
She takes position atop her victim
stealing one kiss and then another
plunging steel and wielding rubber
Her climax spells death for the servant
a simple girl in her obedience
thrown over the west wall of the castle
to remind the peasantry to be complicit
lepperochan said: The Blood Countess (Elizabeth Báthory)
She eyes up the servant's and chooses
the tall one that smiles like an angel
"Tie her down" she orders the others
who are glad it's not them this time
"remove her clothes" she shouts
and loosens her own clothes for access
She whispers,complimenting a fine figure
and draws her sharpened nails across cheeks
madness controls her mind
lust controls her fingers
The screams,it seems, increases fervor
as she moans and groans and self pleasures
while the other servants gasp in horror
She takes position atop her victim
stealing one kiss and then another
plunging steel and wielding rubber
Her climax spells death for the servant
a simple girl in her obedience
thrown over the west wall of the castle
to remind the peasantry to be complicit
I LOVE Elizabeth Báthory, we learned about her in world History (my teacher loves her to, she named one of those freaky halloween dolls after herXD) this is really really good.
She eyes up the servant's and chooses
the tall one that smiles like an angel
"Tie her down" she orders the others
who are glad it's not them this time
"remove her clothes" she shouts
and loosens her own clothes for access
She whispers,complimenting a fine figure
and draws her sharpened nails across cheeks
madness controls her mind
lust controls her fingers
The screams,it seems, increases fervor
as she moans and groans and self pleasures
while the other servants gasp in horror
She takes position atop her victim
stealing one kiss and then another
plunging steel and wielding rubber
Her climax spells death for the servant
a simple girl in her obedience
thrown over the west wall of the castle
to remind the peasantry to be complicit
I LOVE Elizabeth Báthory, we learned about her in world History (my teacher loves her to, she named one of those freaky halloween dolls after herXD) this is really really good.
Anonymous
lenny caution
this is a most noteable write
this is a most noteable write
Anonymous
eamon
a very good story told here i had to read it twice to get the full messages
a very good story told here i had to read it twice to get the full messages
-The Banshee-
At night I hear her screaming at me,
Her voice is shrill and frightening.
Her voice has a high pitch,
A pitch to shatter windows and wine glasses.
She voice is so sweet to make one fall asleep,
But her anger can melt your brain.
By flexing her voice she can fly,
At night she is mistaken for a Demon.
She goes by many names,
Lady of Death, Angel of Death, White Lady of Sorrow, Nymph of the Air, and of course Banshee.
Whatever you call her, she is one thing,
She is a disembodied spirit; a ghost.
Whatever you believe, whatever you don’t believe,
Keep your eyes and ears open.
Most think she’s a legend; a myth,
But there is always the possibility.
At night I hear her screaming at me,
Her voice is shrill and frightening.
Her voice has a high pitch,
A pitch to shatter windows and wine glasses.
She voice is so sweet to make one fall asleep,
But her anger can melt your brain.
By flexing her voice she can fly,
At night she is mistaken for a Demon.
She goes by many names,
Lady of Death, Angel of Death, White Lady of Sorrow, Nymph of the Air, and of course Banshee.
Whatever you call her, she is one thing,
She is a disembodied spirit; a ghost.
Whatever you believe, whatever you don’t believe,
Keep your eyes and ears open.
Most think she’s a legend; a myth,
But there is always the possibility.
Anonymous
pravus
this is a wonderful poem i liked the line she voice is so sweet to make one fall asleep
this is a wonderful poem i liked the line she voice is so sweet to make one fall asleep
