Poetry competition CLOSED 5th January 2012 6:11pm
WINNER
diddi (StephenPaul Summerscales)
diddi (StephenPaul Summerscales)
RUNNERS-UP:
Grace
and Splint
Verses
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
use only one of these verses to make a poem
Use only one of these verses to make a poem; and use the verse somewhere in your poem.
1.Into a werewolf who ends his days,
Kept by the laughing girls in a golden cage....
2.Masks like scabs about their eyes....
3.All he heard was a smirk,
before he was sucked,
under the earth...
4.Looking all to much like mummies,
or less carefully embalmed dead bodies...
5.A train went through a burial gate,
a bird broke forth and sang.....
6.She is older than the rocks among which she sits,
like a vampire, she has been dead many times,
and learned the secrets of the grave....
7.Up on their brooms the witches stream,
crooked and black in the crescent's gleam,
and away they swarm 'neath the dragon's feet....
Anonymous
A walker of the night, talking aloud to the dead
alone and drugged
in sensible to the cold
the snow he felt between his toes
of his broken shoes with holes.
As he looked all to much like a mummy
or less carefully embalmed dead body
drifting along in the snow.
He went quickly and quiety
until at last his body was gently laid to rest
at the foot of a snow covered leafless tree.
He saw the souls of those
marching by in days long ago
in his dreams of
yesterday.
alone and drugged
in sensible to the cold
the snow he felt between his toes
of his broken shoes with holes.
As he looked all to much like a mummy
or less carefully embalmed dead body
drifting along in the snow.
He went quickly and quiety
until at last his body was gently laid to rest
at the foot of a snow covered leafless tree.
He saw the souls of those
marching by in days long ago
in his dreams of
yesterday.
He was once a rich man
but he had a cold heart
So a witch banished him
to live in the dark
He was a helpless creature
when around gold and silver
The girls trapped him with his greed
and they all laughed as they agreed
Into a werewolf who ends his days,
Kept by the laughing girls in a golden cage....
but he had a cold heart
So a witch banished him
to live in the dark
He was a helpless creature
when around gold and silver
The girls trapped him with his greed
and they all laughed as they agreed
Into a werewolf who ends his days,
Kept by the laughing girls in a golden cage....
Anonymous
levi
good to see you back, i missed you and was worried about you' you used your verse well i liked what you wrote so the witch banished him to live in the dark great line and because of his greed for gold he was caught in a golden cage
good to see you back, i missed you and was worried about you' you used your verse well i liked what you wrote so the witch banished him to live in the dark great line and because of his greed for gold he was caught in a golden cage
Solvent stings she screamed aloud
She dropped the can
And followed behind
The calibre of her boyfriends gun
Lay still warm
next to him in the hall
Masks like scabs about their eyes
Both of them a silent night
Solvent stings
*THUD*
Don't do drugs kids!
She dropped the can
And followed behind
The calibre of her boyfriends gun
Lay still warm
next to him in the hall
Masks like scabs about their eyes
Both of them a silent night
Solvent stings
*THUD*
Don't do drugs kids!
Anonymous
skinny jeans
a good message you left on the end don't do drugs kids a good poem
a good message you left on the end don't do drugs kids a good poem
Cadaver Re_animate
Church bells
and pitched roof of slate
in silence after they rang
a train went through a burial gate
a bird broke forth and sang.
tombstones anticipate
the rising of dead man
a rumbling underground
of shake
the drum begins to pound
cadaver re-animate
with a snapping , gristle sound
empty socket skulls awake
boney hands claw the ground
they scratch and scrape
the damp streets late
with gutteral , corpse , throat sound
looking for a life to take
with dragging steps unbound .
Church bells
and pitched roof of slate
in silence after they rang
a train went through a burial gate
a bird broke forth and sang.
tombstones anticipate
the rising of dead man
a rumbling underground
of shake
the drum begins to pound
cadaver re-animate
with a snapping , gristle sound
empty socket skulls awake
boney hands claw the ground
they scratch and scrape
the damp streets late
with gutteral , corpse , throat sound
looking for a life to take
with dragging steps unbound .
A quest futile
Dark grey skies on world-end realms
traverse this maiden on a dark quest
Fairness goes into sombre terrain
to look and seek the one she loves
Up on their brooms the witches stream,
Watching the lone figure down below
crooked and black in the crescent's gleam,
of the silvery orb they call the moon
Silver lights of magic and doom
flay the maiden in her bloom
Cutting short her troubled life
On a quest no more
and away they swarm 'neath the dragon's feet
Cackling in glee as they return
to the sad imprisoned prince
Dark grey skies on world-end realms
traverse this maiden on a dark quest
Fairness goes into sombre terrain
to look and seek the one she loves
Up on their brooms the witches stream,
Watching the lone figure down below
crooked and black in the crescent's gleam,
of the silvery orb they call the moon
Silver lights of magic and doom
flay the maiden in her bloom
Cutting short her troubled life
On a quest no more
and away they swarm 'neath the dragon's feet
Cackling in glee as they return
to the sad imprisoned prince
Anonymous
idryad grace
the line on a silver orb they call the moon a fantastic line
the line on a silver orb they call the moon a fantastic line
Anonymous
didi paul
you do have an imagination i loved each line from start to finish
you do have an imagination i loved each line from start to finish
Masks like scabs about their eyes....
something below.
their waist... was HUGE! something I couldnt describe.
Looked E.T. like out of this world.. I think I recognized..
They had an alien-like head , skinny shapeless thighs..
But soon looked familiar .. I then later, gasped and sighed .. it was a monster it was beast, had it surley catch my eyes..
For it was much more than a new toy.. it grew more than one of them.. more like four of them .. there stuck his stick of 9 inch joy..
something below.
their waist... was HUGE! something I couldnt describe.
Looked E.T. like out of this world.. I think I recognized..
They had an alien-like head , skinny shapeless thighs..
But soon looked familiar .. I then later, gasped and sighed .. it was a monster it was beast, had it surley catch my eyes..
For it was much more than a new toy.. it grew more than one of them.. more like four of them .. there stuck his stick of 9 inch joy..
Anonymous
generation love
a good poem
a good poem
as i look into the light
i try to fight
the fright
i have from you
who should i choose...
Masks like scabs about their eyes
are the ones who watch over me
and tell me lies
or
should i follow...
the posion vain who dares me to swallow
the final breathe of my despare sorrow
i try to fight
the fright
i have from you
who should i choose...
Masks like scabs about their eyes
are the ones who watch over me
and tell me lies
or
should i follow...
the posion vain who dares me to swallow
the final breathe of my despare sorrow
