Poetry competition CLOSED 2nd April 2012 3:09pm
WINNER
Cinny
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Subject Challenge!
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poem about a giving subject. (1 of 5 listed below)
Your Subjects:
::-Glass Jugs
::-Pluto (the cartoon or the planet your choice)
::-Pillow fights
::-Lemonade
::-Snoopy
Rules:
::- Must put choosen subject in title
::- Be imaginative
::- Dnt write novels less then 200 words please
::- Have fun :)
::-Glass Jugs
::-Pluto (the cartoon or the planet your choice)
::-Pillow fights
::-Lemonade
::-Snoopy
Rules:
::- Must put choosen subject in title
::- Be imaginative
::- Dnt write novels less then 200 words please
::- Have fun :)
Anonymous
Pardon, but do you mean a given subject or a giving subject? Thank you ,Peace x
Glass Jug;
My heart is kept in a glass jug,
Out for the world to see,
Out to be hogged and tugged,
While I stare lifelessly.
My heart is a chew toy,
To the cruel and the weak,
And such purity is soiled,
Where eyes have abandoned the love they seek.
A man feels the steady beat in his palm,
My heart is being touched, how wrong.
He holds the heart out to me then, a smile so warm,
And says softly, “Do you like to sing songs?”
I remember it being placed back in my chest,
As my voice spoke out to this man,
“Thank you for giving my mind some rest,
You are kind for a human.”
And so I sang for the man until dusk,
And he brought me home to a house with a warm hug.
I am no longer just a husk,
With her heart kept in a Glass Jug.
My heart is kept in a glass jug,
Out for the world to see,
Out to be hogged and tugged,
While I stare lifelessly.
My heart is a chew toy,
To the cruel and the weak,
And such purity is soiled,
Where eyes have abandoned the love they seek.
A man feels the steady beat in his palm,
My heart is being touched, how wrong.
He holds the heart out to me then, a smile so warm,
And says softly, “Do you like to sing songs?”
I remember it being placed back in my chest,
As my voice spoke out to this man,
“Thank you for giving my mind some rest,
You are kind for a human.”
And so I sang for the man until dusk,
And he brought me home to a house with a warm hug.
I am no longer just a husk,
With her heart kept in a Glass Jug.
Lemonade
Do you remember the lemonade we sold?
We wanted to sell some lemonade
just how they do it in the movies.
We asked your mother to buy us oranges
and to help us to squeeze them.
We added sugar and we added love,
we had so much fun doing this.
We took some wood and built our booth,
we had bruises all over our bodies.
We laughed so much, while we sat there
and waited for someone to buy our juice.
It didn't really look like lemonade,
but that didn't matter, it sold very well.
We sat there for four hours and sold all of it.
Many people gave us a tip, we earned so much.
I still recall the amount we made, 27 Dollars and 50 cents.
So much money, enough to buy the whole world.
But not enough to have you stay with me.
Not enough for you to live on.
I still remember how bad it tasted, so sour.
We both drank it and then we wondered
how anybody could buy that, we laughed.
One memory will never fade - the lemonade.
Do you remember the lemonade we sold?
We wanted to sell some lemonade
just how they do it in the movies.
We asked your mother to buy us oranges
and to help us to squeeze them.
We added sugar and we added love,
we had so much fun doing this.
We took some wood and built our booth,
we had bruises all over our bodies.
We laughed so much, while we sat there
and waited for someone to buy our juice.
It didn't really look like lemonade,
but that didn't matter, it sold very well.
We sat there for four hours and sold all of it.
Many people gave us a tip, we earned so much.
I still recall the amount we made, 27 Dollars and 50 cents.
So much money, enough to buy the whole world.
But not enough to have you stay with me.
Not enough for you to live on.
I still remember how bad it tasted, so sour.
We both drank it and then we wondered
how anybody could buy that, we laughed.
One memory will never fade - the lemonade.
Anonymous
PLUTO RULES THE SIGN OF SCORPIO
I was born on Halloween
My mother suffered and screamed
Until I emerged, a baby girl
With a temperament of a scorpion
Beautiful I was; gentle and frail
People underestimated me
For I was the pale studious kind
With the desires of a Queen
Pluto, the God of the Underworld
Constantly transformed me
The changes in my being
Were hidden very well
I had control such as no-one else
For to react - is your fall
I saved my wrath
For that moment
When my opponent
Lost their power
My lovers were afraid of me
For when scorned
They suffered a fate late in life
That makes them rue the day they were born
I age slowly and am desirable to men
I have been tempted to use my powers
In ways that are good and pleasing
However, beware of me
I have a long memory
My powers not worth challenging
I rise like phoenix from the ashes
Keep losing and winning
Always in the game!!!!!
I was born on Halloween
My mother suffered and screamed
Until I emerged, a baby girl
With a temperament of a scorpion
Beautiful I was; gentle and frail
People underestimated me
For I was the pale studious kind
With the desires of a Queen
Pluto, the God of the Underworld
Constantly transformed me
The changes in my being
Were hidden very well
I had control such as no-one else
For to react - is your fall
I saved my wrath
For that moment
When my opponent
Lost their power
My lovers were afraid of me
For when scorned
They suffered a fate late in life
That makes them rue the day they were born
I age slowly and am desirable to men
I have been tempted to use my powers
In ways that are good and pleasing
However, beware of me
I have a long memory
My powers not worth challenging
I rise like phoenix from the ashes
Keep losing and winning
Always in the game!!!!!
Pillow fight piss up!
POW POW!!
BAM BAM!!
If he can't catch them no one can
Superman, battling the bad bad men
Dodging bullets as he fled
Wheres the blood? Where's the flesh?
Detered by burnt in free to air; tv glare
Bored out of my head, too long before bed
Tv remote clasped in your hand
A household for two, run only by man
Wonderwoman slid of the couch, you didn't flinch, didn't miss me
Grabbed the pillows off the bed
And unplugged the set
You turn around surprised, sad like I stole your candy
Thought of suffocating you but it's too late you already saw me
And POW POW
BAM BAM!
Several blows to the head
Pillows kill off the remote smuggler
Leaves him playing dead
Giggling you steal them both away
The villain pulls me in
And surrenders the game
A fight well won
A night well fought
A city saved
A bad guy caught :)
POW POW!!
BAM BAM!!
If he can't catch them no one can
Superman, battling the bad bad men
Dodging bullets as he fled
Wheres the blood? Where's the flesh?
Detered by burnt in free to air; tv glare
Bored out of my head, too long before bed
Tv remote clasped in your hand
A household for two, run only by man
Wonderwoman slid of the couch, you didn't flinch, didn't miss me
Grabbed the pillows off the bed
And unplugged the set
You turn around surprised, sad like I stole your candy
Thought of suffocating you but it's too late you already saw me
And POW POW
BAM BAM!
Several blows to the head
Pillows kill off the remote smuggler
Leaves him playing dead
Giggling you steal them both away
The villain pulls me in
And surrenders the game
A fight well won
A night well fought
A city saved
A bad guy caught :)
Lemonade
When I was alone
lonely and afraid
Life threw me lemons
and I made lemonade
When I was with you
Situations were sour
Like home-made lemonade
I add sugar and ice
When you left
I picked the lemons
pour a glass of vodka
and added juiced lemon..
Celebrations!
When I was alone
lonely and afraid
Life threw me lemons
and I made lemonade
When I was with you
Situations were sour
Like home-made lemonade
I add sugar and ice
When you left
I picked the lemons
pour a glass of vodka
and added juiced lemon..
Celebrations!
"Glass Jugs"
by: Eric L. Boddie
Over the years there have been many glass jugs
Fill with the passion a "kuntry" boy Loves
At first it was pickle juice but now it's something stronger
It takes a lot less and keeps you there longer
Corn liquor....some call it stump some call it shine
But my favorite moniker is calling it all mine....lol
by: Eric L. Boddie
Over the years there have been many glass jugs
Fill with the passion a "kuntry" boy Loves
At first it was pickle juice but now it's something stronger
It takes a lot less and keeps you there longer
Corn liquor....some call it stump some call it shine
But my favorite moniker is calling it all mine....lol
