Poetry competition CLOSED 27th March 2012 10:53pm
WINNER
raorrick (Rachel O.)
raorrick (Rachel O.)
RUNNERS-UP:
skinnyjean
and MrAlptraum
"Imagery" challenge
Shattered
Shattered. An hourglass vase - dropped by his hands; Left behind, abandoned - crystal strands
Shattered. On goers look - disgust they conceal; No longer beautiful - no more appeal
Shattered. Few tried to piece - shredded skin they drew; Not wanted again - fragments they threw
Shattered man stops - carefully he glues; Part of it's missing - the heart he pursues
Shattered man seeks - in hands of past; To find the essence - no one's unasked
Shattered without luck - he decides to rebuild; A much stronger core - the vase he refilled
Shattered by its beauty - it's still not enough; He got bored - then played with newer stuff
Shattered ignored and neglected - pieces began to fall; Leaks through the cracks - splattered the wall
Shattered once more - no longer is it cherished; Empty and void - the vase finally perished
Shattered. An hourglass vase - dropped by his hands; Left behind, abandoned - crystal strands
Shattered. On goers look - disgust they conceal; No longer beautiful - no more appeal
Shattered. Few tried to piece - shredded skin they drew; Not wanted again - fragments they threw
Shattered man stops - carefully he glues; Part of it's missing - the heart he pursues
Shattered man seeks - in hands of past; To find the essence - no one's unasked
Shattered without luck - he decides to rebuild; A much stronger core - the vase he refilled
Shattered by its beauty - it's still not enough; He got bored - then played with newer stuff
Shattered ignored and neglected - pieces began to fall; Leaks through the cracks - splattered the wall
Shattered once more - no longer is it cherished; Empty and void - the vase finally perished
Anonymous
raorrick said:Shattered
Shattered. An hourglass vase - dropped by his hands; Left behind, abandoned - crystal strands
Shattered. On goers look - disgust they conceal; No longer beautiful - no more appeal
Shattered. Few tried to piece - shredded skin they drew; Not wanted again - fragments they threw
Shattered man stops - carefully he glues; Part of it's missing - the heart he pursues
Shattered man seeks - in hands of past; To find the essence - no one's unasked
Shattered without luck - he decides to rebuild; A much stronger core - the vase he refilled
Shattered by its beauty - it's still not enough; He got bored - then played with newer stuff
Shattered ignored and neglected - pieces began to fall; Leaks through the cracks - splattered the wall
Shattered once more - no longer is it cherished; Empty and void - the vase finally perished
That is Beautiful Rachel
Shattered. An hourglass vase - dropped by his hands; Left behind, abandoned - crystal strands
Shattered. On goers look - disgust they conceal; No longer beautiful - no more appeal
Shattered. Few tried to piece - shredded skin they drew; Not wanted again - fragments they threw
Shattered man stops - carefully he glues; Part of it's missing - the heart he pursues
Shattered man seeks - in hands of past; To find the essence - no one's unasked
Shattered without luck - he decides to rebuild; A much stronger core - the vase he refilled
Shattered by its beauty - it's still not enough; He got bored - then played with newer stuff
Shattered ignored and neglected - pieces began to fall; Leaks through the cracks - splattered the wall
Shattered once more - no longer is it cherished; Empty and void - the vase finally perished
That is Beautiful Rachel
Unclear
Dark skies dead birds , around they sing
angels no words with harps to bring life force a slur
on broken strings ,we are not what we were , we hear
but can't be heard ,unclear and now a blur in fear of crossovers ,that time will bring .
Where do we go , from here , is limbo on this sphere
what is to be is such a fear , if it doesn't stick I can't adhere ,
each calendar tick is one day near to the bucket we kick ,
that ends time here
Someday , we will know if the sunrays , they still glow
supposition , new religions people claiming to have visions
murder , maiming and wrong decisions the life we play in
a gaming addiction ,too many claiming they know the mission
but the end is the same in the bigger picture ,so do me a favour
and save your scripture ,we entered alone here and we don't know
what waits there .
Dark skies dead birds , around they sing
angels no words with harps to bring life force a slur
on broken strings ,we are not what we were , we hear
but can't be heard ,unclear and now a blur in fear of crossovers ,that time will bring .
Where do we go , from here , is limbo on this sphere
what is to be is such a fear , if it doesn't stick I can't adhere ,
each calendar tick is one day near to the bucket we kick ,
that ends time here
Someday , we will know if the sunrays , they still glow
supposition , new religions people claiming to have visions
murder , maiming and wrong decisions the life we play in
a gaming addiction ,too many claiming they know the mission
but the end is the same in the bigger picture ,so do me a favour
and save your scripture ,we entered alone here and we don't know
what waits there .
I think the scriptures have a pretty clear account of what awaits us there! 
"Dark mind"? doesn't cover it at all. You throw us readers to the darkside right off the bat.
I've read your poems and comments. I must state, diddi, you write with Deep intensity! Yet another one, Brilliant! Thank you very much!
"Dark mind"? doesn't cover it at all. You throw us readers to the darkside right off the bat.
I've read your poems and comments. I must state, diddi, you write with Deep intensity! Yet another one, Brilliant! Thank you very much!
Poetry ( A Pint-Sized Poem)
Words bleeding...
Mind racing...
Thoughts tracing...
Heart beating...
Emotions and thought, fly across my mind.
Thinking of truths to say,to justify my lies.
Remembering stories to tell, that are hidden deep in my mind.
Thinking of people that I want to tell, a message or a lesson to through my words...
My illusions, my metaphors, my similies and my imagery...
These are my thoughts, they are the paints.
My fingertips are the brush, the world is my canvas.
And poetry isn't just a form of art, it's a form of soul and heart.
Form of life.
Form of death.
Form of meaning.
And a life well spent.
Words bleeding...
Mind racing...
Thoughts tracing...
Heart beating...
Emotions and thought, fly across my mind.
Thinking of truths to say,to justify my lies.
Remembering stories to tell, that are hidden deep in my mind.
Thinking of people that I want to tell, a message or a lesson to through my words...
My illusions, my metaphors, my similies and my imagery...
These are my thoughts, they are the paints.
My fingertips are the brush, the world is my canvas.
And poetry isn't just a form of art, it's a form of soul and heart.
Form of life.
Form of death.
Form of meaning.
And a life well spent.
Deep. Phenomenal in its simplicity! Its funny how diff minds never fail to take you diff places. New worlds, new places, all in our minds.
I have to say this again,"Imagery" perfect! Thank you very much for this brilliant piece!
I have to say this again,"Imagery" perfect! Thank you very much for this brilliant piece!
Anonymous
Going Home
Over Scotland now- they announce-
I could be flying over your house!
See these hills? This land so green-
To others, just a postcard scene.
Snow capped Nevis-all the Lochs
Fishing boats line the docks-
Others snapping photos galore
Just land this thing-
Get me to your door.
Beautiful yes!
My Caledonian land-
But I'm just here
to see my Gran.
Over Scotland now- they announce-
I could be flying over your house!
See these hills? This land so green-
To others, just a postcard scene.
Snow capped Nevis-all the Lochs
Fishing boats line the docks-
Others snapping photos galore
Just land this thing-
Get me to your door.
Beautiful yes!
My Caledonian land-
But I'm just here
to see my Gran.
wanderer said:I think the scriptures have a pretty clear account of what awaits us there!
"Dark mind"? doesn't cover it at all. You throw us readers to the darkside right off the bat.
I've read your poems and comments. I must state, diddi, you write with Deep intensity! Yet another one, Brilliant! Thank you very much!
thanks and I mean people and their references to scriptures
"Dark mind"? doesn't cover it at all. You throw us readers to the darkside right off the bat.
I've read your poems and comments. I must state, diddi, you write with Deep intensity! Yet another one, Brilliant! Thank you very much!
thanks and I mean people and thei
r references to scriptures
Anonymous
Thank you, honored (Honoured in U.K.) to take part.
