Poetry competition CLOSED 19th December 2011 7:23am
WINNER
AlisVolatPropriis8
AlisVolatPropriis8
WINNER
Viddax (Lord Viddax)
Viddax (Lord Viddax)
RUNNER-UP:
UnleashedHeathen
Who are you
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poem about who you are and what defines you.
I enjoyed holding a great competition before and i hope to see some great poems again. OK HERE ARE THE RULES...lol
It must be a new poem
(i will go through your poems lol)
The poem can be written in any form.
(Show some creativity)
Can't be more than 150 words.
( i will check lol)
Looking for good titles
(title is important should reflect your entire poem)
1 poem each
Have fun two weeks
It must be a new poem
(i will go through your poems lol)
The poem can be written in any form.
(Show some creativity)
Can't be more than 150 words.
( i will check lol)
Looking for good titles
(title is important should reflect your entire poem)
1 poem each
Have fun two weeks
Here is an Example 90 words
Who Am I?
I am broken glass to the wrist
Empty smiles to the priest
A breathing form of insanity
Druggie and part-time hopeless dreamer
Sunday morning rain
The bud of a cigarette
Life’s toy awaiting its foretold death
A broken heart
Screams that reach no one
Summer nights and winters kiss
Tossed garbage
Burning Sticks
Anger behind a balled fist
The evolution of emptiness
Puppet of sadness
Orb of madness
Footsteps of calamity
The demise of humanity
Everything and Anything
You will never understand
I’m sorry but this is who I am
Who Am I?
I am broken glass to the wrist
Empty smiles to the priest
A breathing form of insanity
Druggie and part-time hopeless dreamer
Sunday morning rain
The bud of a cigarette
Life’s toy awaiting its foretold death
A broken heart
Screams that reach no one
Summer nights and winters kiss
Tossed garbage
Burning Sticks
Anger behind a balled fist
The evolution of emptiness
Puppet of sadness
Orb of madness
Footsteps of calamity
The demise of humanity
Everything and Anything
You will never understand
I’m sorry but this is who I am
pale empress
fable minded
timid to speak
even within quietness
a mind not weak
for love, she hopes
to pass her by
to be swept
and taken, in the night sky
pale but strong
firm but fair
a new set of eyes
she wishes to stare
expression fortold
to the one's she can trust
as a noble suitor for the empress
is a must
fable minded
timid to speak
even within quietness
a mind not weak
for love, she hopes
to pass her by
to be swept
and taken, in the night sky
pale but strong
firm but fair
a new set of eyes
she wishes to stare
expression fortold
to the one's she can trust
as a noble suitor for the empress
is a must
The I in my eye
I feel the sea flows
in my veins
and the stars are
my jewels
I am the soul heir
of the universe
I feel I am
the whirling dervish
the swirling radiance
the seamless supernova
the ageless congnizance
I feel I am
a million suns
a tangent timelessnes
a point of suchness
I feel I am
the immortal starchild
the living hyperdream
I feel I am
n o w and f o r e v e r.
I feel the sea flows
in my veins
and the stars are
my jewels
I am the soul heir
of the universe
I feel I am
the whirling dervish
the swirling radiance
the seamless supernova
the ageless congnizance
I feel I am
a million suns
a tangent timelessnes
a point of suchness
I feel I am
the immortal starchild
the living hyperdream
I feel I am
n o w and f o r e v e r.
Fake Diamond
My skin is of the fairest
Covered with glittering frost
Two emeralds in the eyes
A ruby for the mouth.
On the inside there is coal
The impure within purity
Hidden by the coating of diamond
As it refuses to crystallize.
A glass heart lies within
How small it may be
It glows with a slight warmth
Revealing the true beauty that hides
Hides within this Fake Diamond.
My skin is of the fairest
Covered with glittering frost
Two emeralds in the eyes
A ruby for the mouth.
On the inside there is coal
The impure within purity
Hidden by the coating of diamond
As it refuses to crystallize.
A glass heart lies within
How small it may be
It glows with a slight warmth
Revealing the true beauty that hides
Hides within this Fake Diamond.
The Bronzed British’un
Beaten bronzed am I in tone of skin
And Black hole golden is my grin
Forged in thoughts, tempered in words
The Byzantium-British-man I could be
So it seems I am a slight Classicist maybe?
Yet I am a man,
With some plan
Ravenous esoteric music King and Cultured Conqueror,
Fantastical fiend of terrible treasure
And a poet to some measure.
Daft destroyer of vain villains and heroes too
Though that may not be entirely true
Overall a Madgod made mortal
A human at base and an architect at pyramid top
Waiting for that delightful thing to heartbeat stop.
A cruel heart and kind face, scratch that,
A cruel pace and kind start rectify that
To make a thing so hardly discussed
A poetic philosopher advantageous to alliterations ways
This is just a snippet of how I shall exist in my due days.
Beaten bronzed am I in tone of skin
And Black hole golden is my grin
Forged in thoughts, tempered in words
The Byzantium-British-man I could be
So it seems I am a slight Classicist maybe?
Yet I am a man,
With some plan
Ravenous esoteric music King and Cultured Conqueror,
Fantastical fiend of terrible treasure
And a poet to some measure.
Daft destroyer of vain villains and heroes too
Though that may not be entirely true
Overall a Madgod made mortal
A human at base and an architect at pyramid top
Waiting for that delightful thing to heartbeat stop.
A cruel heart and kind face, scratch that,
A cruel pace and kind start rectify that
To make a thing so hardly discussed
A poetic philosopher advantageous to alliterations ways
This is just a snippet of how I shall exist in my due days.
I'm a poet,
a writer,
a student,
and a muse.
Managing
this way
for awhile
now.
I make
my own
rules.
I domonate
writing crews,
okie dokes,
and the would-be muse.
I make my day, that
you can only know
if I say what I protray.
I'm a storyteller,
palmist,
and soothsayer.
I can only hope
to be that foresightful.
Well wishing
is a forte.
I account my
good quilities
and virtues
to The LORD
Almighty.
He protects
the Heavens
around my head.
So, much
tries to invide.
I just dust off
the aloof,
and rebuke
the proof.
Vamoose!
Let us go on
to another
scrawl
and be free
of it all
a writer,
a student,
and a muse.
Managing
this way
for awhile
now.
I make
my own
rules.
I domonate
writing crews,
okie dokes,
and the would-be muse.
I make my day, that
you can only know
if I say what I protray.
I'm a storyteller,
palmist,
and soothsayer.
I can only hope
to be that foresightful.
Well wishing
is a forte.
I account my
good quilities
and virtues
to The LORD
Almighty.
He protects
the Heavens
around my head.
So, much
tries to invide.
I just dust off
the aloof,
and rebuke
the proof.
Vamoose!
Let us go on
to another
scrawl
and be free
of it all
Who is she?
I am razor blades
slid neatly across open forearms.
Eyes cold and heart broken
leaning precariously on the
edge of sanity.
Haunted voices screaming
in harmony with each other.
An open heart,
beaten over and over;
submissive.
A scarred body
holding secrets deep
in each imperfection.
Pen held just right
creating the illusion
of flawlessness.
Who is this disturbed person?
She is hurt,
but she still loves.
She is senseless,
yet she feels so much.
Passionate some may call it.
She is the mind's eye.
Seeing what you cannot;
hearing what you so desperately wish to.
I am razor blades
slid neatly across open forearms.
Eyes cold and heart broken
leaning precariously on the
edge of sanity.
Haunted voices screaming
in harmony with each other.
An open heart,
beaten over and over;
submissive.
A scarred body
holding secrets deep
in each imperfection.
Pen held just right
creating the illusion
of flawlessness.
Who is this disturbed person?
She is hurt,
but she still loves.
She is senseless,
yet she feels so much.
Passionate some may call it.
She is the mind's eye.
Seeing what you cannot;
hearing what you so desperately wish to.
"a Self Portrait of Holes In A Story"
I am blind to the me others see
within me - beyond me is the fool that never knowed
invisible light exposing the act no one wants to see
shadows hidden from me, uncertain to me
everywhere a sign of truths that i refuse to see
life is an ocean: constant & changing
no end to the flesh of what's living inside me
never succumb to the one on my shoulder
forgive not forget the man i am no one else knows
i wish i wasn't me, two faced
see through inner eyes the great unknown
faith in what i don't believe: a ghost at my door
a grave half-empty under the bridge
emptiness within keeps the weight falling a little shy of it
every Eden has it's apples beyond walls and bridges
jj
I am blind to the me others see
within me - beyond me is the fool that never knowed
invisible light exposing the act no one wants to see
shadows hidden from me, uncertain to me
everywhere a sign of truths that i refuse to see
life is an ocean: constant & changing
no end to the flesh of what's living inside me
never succumb to the one on my shoulder
forgive not forget the man i am no one else knows
i wish i wasn't me, two faced
see through inner eyes the great unknown
faith in what i don't believe: a ghost at my door
a grave half-empty under the bridge
emptiness within keeps the weight falling a little shy of it
every Eden has it's apples beyond walls and bridges
jj
OK, I don't know if this qualifies or not, so I will ask with the following explanation. I have written many introspective, self poems over the years and wasn't going to write one to enter the contest, but then the title of the contest kinda stuck in my head. I kept thinking of the lyrics to the Who song "Who Are You?". Then I got to thinking, I would take the titles of all the poems I have written that answer the question, who are you? So I gathered them all together and ordered them in such a way as to tell a story, as best they could without adding anything else. It almost worked, but I did have to add a few words in between, but never more than one word and only in a few instances. I even left an extra space between the titles so it would be possible to discern the original titles without too much effort. But because all of the titles were already written, does this comply with the rule about it being a new poem? I believe it is a new work because these words, although previously written, were not formed into one work before and it is in my opinion, creative. It now has a new title... jj
Totally acceptable it is new work and extremly creative im glad you took out the time and exerted so much effort.
Also only the words within the poem itself are being counted not the tittle. thankyou everyone joining alot of amazing poems here
Also only the words within the poem itself are being counted not the tittle. thankyou everyone joining alot of amazing poems here
Anonymous
three out of four .
deliberated
detached
detained
divorced .
And I wear my t-shirts with pride.
On Sunday I wear a
pull over
.
sensual
survivor
scholar
sexual .
On Monday
I don’t wear a hat
.
parent
patient
prominent
perfectionist .
On Tuesday
I write in my diary
.
-X-
written by AliP
deliberated
detached
detained
divorced .
And I wear my t-shirts with pride.
On Sunday I wear a
pull over
.
sensual
survivor
scholar
sexual .
On Monday
I don’t wear a hat
.
parent
patient
prominent
perfectionist .
On Tuesday
I write in my diary
.
-X-
written by AliP
Toxic , Wasted , Mental Sea (SP Summerscales)
Shadows
of my former self
an overdose
to give me hell
they call
to remind me
hey paul
this is what you used to be
why fall
from what you could've been
your wall
has been rubbed out clean
why call
to those who just can't see
hey paul
you must remember me
in that toxic , mental
wasted sea .
Along the road
I lost my way
the ride I strode
got towed
away
my connection
my code
a scrambled afray
a robotic mode
repeats the day
somehow I know
I'll find a way
of making it alone
in a rainbowed ray
with my kids here at home
I can safely say
I can laugh
I can roam
shadow free
in the hay .
Shadows
of my former self
an overdose
to give me hell
they call
to remind me
hey paul
this is what you used to be
why fall
from what you could've been
your wall
has been rubbed out clean
why call
to those who just can't see
hey paul
you must remember me
in that toxic , mental
wasted sea .
Along the road
I lost my way
the ride I strode
got towed
away
my connection
my code
a scrambled afray
a robotic mode
repeats the day
somehow I know
I'll find a way
of making it alone
in a rainbowed ray
with my kids here at home
I can safely say
I can laugh
I can roam
shadow free
in the hay .
