Poetry competition CLOSED 31st March 2012 7:50am
WINNER
ThorneTheRed
ThorneTheRed
Pint-Sized Poem Challenge
Poetry Contest Description
Write a pint-sized poem.
If you look through my poems you will see that there are 20 poems that are marked as "Pint-Sized Poems".
Going by the layout of my pint-sized poems, write one of your own. It can be about anything. But it must be short, so no where over 15 to 20 lines.
No collabs (That'd be awkward)
Check spelling please (says the Grammer Nazi in me)
Only one entry per person. Please and Thank you.
You have two weeks.
Good Luck, DU Poets!!!!
Examples:
One of my shorter Pint-Sized Poems,
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/44451-careful-with-words-pint-sized-poem-20/
And one of the longer ones,
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/42718-freak-pint-sized-poem-13/
Going by the layout of my pint-sized poems, write one of your own. It can be about anything. But it must be short, so no where over 15 to 20 lines.
No collabs (That'd be awkward)
Check spelling please (says the Grammer Nazi in me)
Only one entry per person. Please and Thank you.
You have two weeks.
Good Luck, DU Poets!!!!
Examples:
One of my shorter Pint-Sized Poems,
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/44451-careful-with-words-pint-sized-poem-20/
And one of the longer ones,
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/42718-freak-pint-sized-poem-13/
Brittle
I stand here
paused
unnoticed
brittle
and unclear
like an old locket picture
that was once held dear.
Above
is a nebular might
millions of dead eyes
are blinking
I am on solid ground
but sinking
and still
out of sight.
Gone
are all the lucky sevens
I must try to gamble
once more on life
and its rolling jackpot heavens.
I stand here
paused
unnoticed
brittle
and unclear
like an old locket picture
that was once held dear.
Above
is a nebular might
millions of dead eyes
are blinking
I am on solid ground
but sinking
and still
out of sight.
Gone
are all the lucky sevens
I must try to gamble
once more on life
and its rolling jackpot heavens.
Wrapped up in the chains of hell,
Keep lying and say that all is well.
You should've died years ago-
Nobody would've had to know.
Now they worry, Now they try,
To save someone who wants to die.
Do you see what you have done?
Now your trapped,
You cannot run!
Stuck between dead and alive,
Breathing but still dead inside
Keep lying and say that all is well.
You should've died years ago-
Nobody would've had to know.
Now they worry, Now they try,
To save someone who wants to die.
Do you see what you have done?
Now your trapped,
You cannot run!
Stuck between dead and alive,
Breathing but still dead inside
Anonymous
Craving:
Stitches crave to be loosened,
freed from the confines of this grave,
mouth closed, hands juxtaposed,
no way to climb back to the surface,
alone...
Death could help exhume...
Stiffness craves some movement,
coffins force unbearable alignment,
decomposing the spinal column,
no way to undo the locks,
alone...
Selfish to think that death would lend a hand...
Breath craves to be relaxed,
heaving from this sunken chest,
life deceased, no new lease,
no choice, but to suffocate,
alone...
Where's death when you need him?
Stitches crave to be loosened,
freed from the confines of this grave,
mouth closed, hands juxtaposed,
no way to climb back to the surface,
alone...
Death could help exhume...
Stiffness craves some movement,
coffins force unbearable alignment,
decomposing the spinal column,
no way to undo the locks,
alone...
Selfish to think that death would lend a hand...
Breath craves to be relaxed,
heaving from this sunken chest,
life deceased, no new lease,
no choice, but to suffocate,
alone...
Where's death when you need him?
reality
The beating heart does not confirm your existence
Just because you awoke today, does not mean you are living
Those who have not realized, you are still dreaming
Hope, Happiness, Love…nothing but figments of your imagination
Awake and stare at the board, this game you were born into
Were death is unavoidable and suffering is imminent
This is the unfortunate truth of your existence
Not to indulge in “reality”, but to simply one day die means you are living
The beating heart does not confirm your existence
Just because you awoke today, does not mean you are living
Those who have not realized, you are still dreaming
Hope, Happiness, Love…nothing but figments of your imagination
Awake and stare at the board, this game you were born into
Were death is unavoidable and suffering is imminent
This is the unfortunate truth of your existence
Not to indulge in “reality”, but to simply one day die means you are living
Anonymous
When I lay beneath the stars
on the wet grass,
the cool breeze on my face,
I feel safe.
I hear my chest rise and fall
and wonder if you
are watching them too.
on the wet grass,
the cool breeze on my face,
I feel safe.
I hear my chest rise and fall
and wonder if you
are watching them too.
Anonymous
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Anonymous
Pint sized... maybe I'll try this one.
Anonymous
Taken
It began with the lust in her eyes
What to come was no disguise
Feeling trembles from silken hands
Led you to her promise land
Body to body and lustful sighs
Heat is heavy and temperatures rise
Take her not with gentle taunting
But with Passion, wild and wanting
It began with the lust in her eyes
What to come was no disguise
Feeling trembles from silken hands
Led you to her promise land
Body to body and lustful sighs
Heat is heavy and temperatures rise
Take her not with gentle taunting
But with Passion, wild and wanting
