Poetry competition CLOSED 12th May 2012 9:16pm
WINNER
shadeofgray (soldier of love)
shadeofgray (soldier of love)
RUNNERS-UP:
violet
and siphondarkness
Myth or Legend
Poetry Contest Description
Make a poem out of a myth or a legend
It can be out of greek, roman, etc.
But it has to be credible... (in other words, I need to be able to look it up and see that it is real)
Enjoy!
But it has to be credible... (in other words, I need to be able to look it up and see that it is real)
Enjoy!
Hades and Persephone
(Queen of the underworld)
Persephone don't run
Please don't hide
Lets have fun
Come to my side
Forget your Mum
You'll be my bride
Eat this fruit
Just come to it
I love you dear
So do not fear
You can visit her soon
Come back by winter's moon
Flowers shall not bloom
The six months you're absent from your room
(Queen of the underworld)
Persephone don't run
Please don't hide
Lets have fun
Come to my side
Forget your Mum
You'll be my bride
Eat this fruit
Just come to it
I love you dear
So do not fear
You can visit her soon
Come back by winter's moon
Flowers shall not bloom
The six months you're absent from your room
From the water she emerged
Born of strength
Maternal hips
Eyes reflecting a thousand
points of light
She hears the Dragon's lament
Perpetual nightfall smothers
the mortal light
The great serpent descends
Muscles dance rhythmically
under sleek scarlet scales
A blazing ring
welded of fire surrounds
Tiamat eyes
track every motion
foreseeing the burden of his fate
With dismal dedication
she knew what must be done
Hulking power pulsates
The opulent goddess is elevated
into gases and toxic air
Beneath the claw her breath is gasped
Fitful flames sear
Majestic ivory and red gleam
A sorrowful dance
Fought valiantly until
the goddess's sword did draw
To kill this soul means dragon's no more
She winced as she thrust
Through pained lips he hissed
The battle was done
She sprinkled his blood
over the virgin sky
and he fell
The magestic creature would be missed
His eyes closed forever
The last of his kind
She mourns for the life she took
From her eyes fell torrents
of living water
Oceanic creation
born of her valor
She sighs nightly
Her lilting waves caress
the lifeless shell on the shore
Her tides print kisses
Foam of ivory
meets red of sand
Eternally blended in heart
Born of strength
Maternal hips
Eyes reflecting a thousand
points of light
She hears the Dragon's lament
Perpetual nightfall smothers
the mortal light
The great serpent descends
Muscles dance rhythmically
under sleek scarlet scales
A blazing ring
welded of fire surrounds
Tiamat eyes
track every motion
foreseeing the burden of his fate
With dismal dedication
she knew what must be done
Hulking power pulsates
The opulent goddess is elevated
into gases and toxic air
Beneath the claw her breath is gasped
Fitful flames sear
Majestic ivory and red gleam
A sorrowful dance
Fought valiantly until
the goddess's sword did draw
To kill this soul means dragon's no more
She winced as she thrust
Through pained lips he hissed
The battle was done
She sprinkled his blood
over the virgin sky
and he fell
The magestic creature would be missed
His eyes closed forever
The last of his kind
She mourns for the life she took
From her eyes fell torrents
of living water
Oceanic creation
born of her valor
She sighs nightly
Her lilting waves caress
the lifeless shell on the shore
Her tides print kisses
Foam of ivory
meets red of sand
Eternally blended in heart
violet said:From the water she emerged
Born of strength
Maternal hips
Eyes reflecting a thousand
points of light
She hears the Dragon's lament
Perpetual nightfall smothers
the mortal light
The great serpent descends
Muscles dance rhythmically
under sleek scarlet scales
A blazing ring
welded of fire surrounds
Tiamat eyes
track every motion
foreseeing the burden of his fate
With dismal dedication
she knew what must be done
Hulking power pulsates
The opulent goddess is elevated
into gases and toxic air
Beneath the claw her breath is gasped
Fitful flames sear
Majestic ivory and red gleam
A sorrowful dance
Fought valiantly until
the goddess's sword did draw
To kill this soul means dragon's no more
She winced as she thrust
Through pained lips he hissed
The battle was done
She sprinkled his blood
over the virgin sky
and he fell
The magestic creature would be missed
His eyes closed forever
The last of his kind
She mourns for the life she took
From her eyes fell torrents
of living water
Oceanic creation
born of her valor
She sighs nightly
Her lilting waves caress
the lifeless shell on the shore
Her tides print kisses
Foam of ivory
meets red of sand
Eternally blended in heart
Einfach Wunderschön!
Born of strength
Maternal hips
Eyes reflecting a thousand
points of light
She hears the Dragon's lament
Perpetual nightfall smothers
the mortal light
The great serpent descends
Muscles dance rhythmically
under sleek scarlet scales
A blazing ring
welded of fire surrounds
Tiamat eyes
track every motion
foreseeing the burden of his fate
With dismal dedication
she knew what must be done
Hulking power pulsates
The opulent goddess is elevated
into gases and toxic air
Beneath the claw her breath is gasped
Fitful flames sear
Majestic ivory and red gleam
A sorrowful dance
Fought valiantly until
the goddess's sword did draw
To kill this soul means dragon's no more
She winced as she thrust
Through pained lips he hissed
The battle was done
She sprinkled his blood
over the virgin sky
and he fell
The magestic creature would be missed
His eyes closed forever
The last of his kind
She mourns for the life she took
From her eyes fell torrents
of living water
Oceanic creation
born of her valor
She sighs nightly
Her lilting waves caress
the lifeless shell on the shore
Her tides print kisses
Foam of ivory
meets red of sand
Eternally blended in heart
Einfach Wunderschön!
Pythia
Worshiping Apollo,
She painted galaxies upon her skin.
Telling stores of years old kisses
resting deep within her marrow.
Her body, shaped with dirt and fireflies
was sutured together by birds with teeth-
A dark eyed oracle, whispering dead
blood languages in her sleep.
Dancing in fields of silk sheets
and disfigured fingerprints,
as she tried to forget
the perverse needs
of nothing more than
mortal men.
The name 'Pythia' derived from Pytho, which in myth was the original name of Delphi. The Greeks derived this place name from the verb, pythein ("to rot"), which refers to the decomposition of the body of the monstrous Python after she was slain by Apollo. The usual theory has been that the Pythia delivered oracles in a frenzied state induced by vapors rising from a chasm in the rock, and that she spoke gibberish which priests interpreted as the enigmatic prophecies preserved in Greek literature.
Worshiping Apollo,
She painted galaxies upon her skin.
Telling stores of years old kisses
resting deep within her marrow.
Her body, shaped with dirt and fireflies
was sutured together by birds with teeth-
A dark eyed oracle, whispering dead
blood languages in her sleep.
Dancing in fields of silk sheets
and disfigured fingerprints,
as she tried to forget
the perverse needs
of nothing more than
mortal men.
The name 'Pythia' derived from Pytho, which in myth was the original name of Delphi. The Greeks derived this place name from the verb, pythein ("to rot"), which refers to the decomposition of the body of the monstrous Python after she was slain by Apollo. The usual theory has been that the Pythia delivered oracles in a frenzied state induced by vapors rising from a chasm in the rock, and that she spoke gibberish which priests interpreted as the enigmatic prophecies preserved in Greek literature.
An old of mine
King Midas's Opposite.
Everything I touch
Doesn’t turn into gold
It turns into ash
The world blackens
around me
Grass burns
trees wither
roads melt back
into dirt
I am Midas’s
opposite
Everything I know
is now hate and despair
My heart is a blackened shell
The Creator of my hell
Snapped in half long ago
By my cocky ego
King Midas's Opposite.
Everything I touch
Doesn’t turn into gold
It turns into ash
The world blackens
around me
Grass burns
trees wither
roads melt back
into dirt
I am Midas’s
opposite
Everything I know
is now hate and despair
My heart is a blackened shell
The Creator of my hell
Snapped in half long ago
By my cocky ego
King Arthur
Arthur Pendragon a King in his time
His rise to great power his ability to shine
To unite the tribes against common foe
When the Saxons invaded a long time ago
A Viking funeral was given to him?
Or buried in Avalon at the Abbey within
Guinevere beside him two graves are there
"The once and future King" are words many share
Amphitheatre? or Table? the knights did surround
In their view on the floor entertainment abound
The only logical place that Camelot would be
Is the fort in Caerleon the ruins we see
Folk lore and legends tales of old
Mystical places the magic now told
Many untruths attached through much time
Cloaked with a mystery we try to define
Arthur Pendragon a King in his time
His rise to great power his ability to shine
To unite the tribes against common foe
When the Saxons invaded a long time ago
A Viking funeral was given to him?
Or buried in Avalon at the Abbey within
Guinevere beside him two graves are there
"The once and future King" are words many share
Amphitheatre? or Table? the knights did surround
In their view on the floor entertainment abound
The only logical place that Camelot would be
Is the fort in Caerleon the ruins we see
Folk lore and legends tales of old
Mystical places the magic now told
Many untruths attached through much time
Cloaked with a mystery we try to define
Anonymous
Magdalena said:[size=3][font=Times New Roman]
Amphitheatre? or Table? the knights did surround
In their view on the floor entertainment abound
The only logical place that Camelot would be
Is the fort in Caerleon the ruins we see
Off-topic : I was in Caerleon yesterday. Small world.
On-topic : I'll try to enter this competition later today, but as I usually write in free verse, it might be more of a challenge for me.
Amphitheatre? or Table? the knights did surround
In their view on the floor entertainment abound
The only logical place that Camelot would be
Is the fort in Caerleon the ruins we see
Off-topic : I was in Caerleon yesterday. Small world.
On-topic : I'll try to enter this competition later today, but as I usually write in free verse, it might be more of a challenge for me.
Cthonian said:[quote-83676-Magdalena][size=3][font=Times New Roman]
Amphitheatre? or Table? the knights did surround
In their view on the floor entertainment abound
The only logical place that Camelot would be
Is the fort in Caerleon the ruins we see
Off-topic : I was in Caerleon yesterday. Small world.
On-topic : I'll try to enter this competition later today, but as I usually write in free verse, it might be more of a challenge for me.
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I live not to far from there, it is a small world, I look forward to reading your piece, I love mythology.
Amphitheatre? or Table? the knights did surround
In their view on the floor entertainment abound
The only logical place that Camelot would be
Is the fort in Caerleon the ruins we see
Off-topic : I was in Caerleon yesterday. Small world.
On-topic : I'll try to enter this competition later today, but as I usually write in free verse, it might be more of a challenge for me.
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I live not to far from there, it is a small world, I look forward to reading your piece, I love mythology.
Anonymous
I just want to clarify:
Kristany - will poems with no rhyming scheme or meter be accepted into this competition?
Kristany - will poems with no rhyming scheme or meter be accepted into this competition?
The Hell of Who?
there once is a life twas just cant see
from the depths of hell came to be
forming of a dark hidden place
surround by fire in every space.
smooches and kisses will lead to hell
hidden in darkness no one could tell.
evil, hole, and hull come from the same root
to look apone satins hellion boot.
just that simple wish to sell your soul.
to play apone his evil role.
so theologians got into the act
were hell no longer became a myth of fact.
The Goddess of Hell from the Norse mythology
Became Satan, hero of most eschatology.
the darkness from his incendiary eyes.
told only a story to you full of lies.
the way his world is braud and wide.
evilness surrounds us no longer it hide
there once is a life twas just cant see
from the depths of hell came to be
so theologians got into the act
were hell no longer became a myth of fact.
The Goddess of Hell from the Norse mythology
Became Satan, hero of most eschatology
-Kumiko Yamamoto
there once is a life twas just cant see
from the depths of hell came to be
forming of a dark hidden place
surround by fire in every space.
smooches and kisses will lead to hell
hidden in darkness no one could tell.
evil, hole, and hull come from the same root
to look apone satins hellion boot.
just that simple wish to sell your soul.
to play apone his evil role.
so theologians got into the act
were hell no longer became a myth of fact.
The Goddess of Hell from the Norse mythology
Became Satan, hero of most eschatology.
the darkness from his incendiary eyes.
told only a story to you full of lies.
the way his world is braud and wide.
evilness surrounds us no longer it hide
there once is a life twas just cant see
from the depths of hell came to be
so theologians got into the act
were hell no longer became a myth of fact.
The Goddess of Hell from the Norse mythology
Became Satan, hero of most eschatology
-Kumiko Yamamoto
Jok
Touch me Jok with your steadfast hand
Hold me with your grace
Rock me in your love
Let me suck at your significant breasts
Wash me in your sweet nectar of bliss
Why do you push me away Jok
This pain this absent, its torture
Do you not love me?
Do you not care?
Is the deficient of love on purpose?
But why, why do you hurt me?
What have I done to merit this abuse?
You are here with me then you are gone
Ever present and elusive
Full of love then hate
Good then frightening
You see love blooming in me
Then you snatch it away
Even now with all of this confusion
I am still your devotee
Let me see myself as you see me
In African mythology, Jok is the concept of the divine; it can be good or evil, one or many. African mythology believes Jok is the unified spirit of all supernatural beings: God and the spirits, the gods, the holy ghost and beings from the otherworld.
Touch me Jok with your steadfast hand
Hold me with your grace
Rock me in your love
Let me suck at your significant breasts
Wash me in your sweet nectar of bliss
Why do you push me away Jok
This pain this absent, its torture
Do you not love me?
Do you not care?
Is the deficient of love on purpose?
But why, why do you hurt me?
What have I done to merit this abuse?
You are here with me then you are gone
Ever present and elusive
Full of love then hate
Good then frightening
You see love blooming in me
Then you snatch it away
Even now with all of this confusion
I am still your devotee
Let me see myself as you see me
In African mythology, Jok is the concept of the divine; it can be good or evil, one or many. African mythology believes Jok is the unified spirit of all supernatural beings: God and the spirits, the gods, the holy ghost and beings from the otherworld.
