Poetry competition CLOSED 26th June 2012 9:47pm
WINNER
7wednesdays
7wednesdays
RUNNER-UP:
siphondarkness
Page:
Famous Poetry
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poem based off a famous poem that you love, such as "The Raven" by Poe, "Caged Bird" by Maya Angelou, or "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost.
No word limit
No collabs
One entry per person
Have fun and be original!
Make sure to include the title of the poem that inspired you ;)
No collabs
One entry per person
Have fun and be original!
Make sure to include the title of the poem that inspired you ;)
The Haunting Laugh
I try to live the American dream
but I made many faults
He was there watching
laughing at it all
That chuckle was annoying at first
Then it became stuck in my mind
like a bad, bad song
Then it started to burn every time
Soon it plagued me
and started to leave scars
I started to make more mistakes
all because of his "har har"
So one day I had a marvelous idea
I would kill my torturer, in cold blood
My scheme went off without a hitch
A simple cup of tea, with a poison touch
When he began to cough and wheeze
I started to smirk
Days after the deed
I finally got back to work
At first my work succeeded
but then I began to slip
I started to scream out of pain
I heard the sound again
I couldn't rest anymore
I dug down to his remains
He still had the laugh on his face
his everlasting joke in his grave
I try to live the American dream
but I made many faults
He was there watching
laughing at it all
That chuckle was annoying at first
Then it became stuck in my mind
like a bad, bad song
Then it started to burn every time
Soon it plagued me
and started to leave scars
I started to make more mistakes
all because of his "har har"
So one day I had a marvelous idea
I would kill my torturer, in cold blood
My scheme went off without a hitch
A simple cup of tea, with a poison touch
When he began to cough and wheeze
I started to smirk
Days after the deed
I finally got back to work
At first my work succeeded
but then I began to slip
I started to scream out of pain
I heard the sound again
I couldn't rest anymore
I dug down to his remains
He still had the laugh on his face
his everlasting joke in his grave
Anonymous
NEVERMORE
My husband left me for another
These are the things
I will not do for any future man
Cook - nevermore
Clean - nevermore
Iron - nevermore
Be pregnant - nevermore
Give birth - nevermore
Give him my paycheck - nevermore
Look the other way - nevermore
Be kind to my inlaws - nevermore
Move him 6 times in 6 years - nevermore
Put his career before mine - nevermore
If this sounds like I have become a major bitch
You would too....women have expiry dates
My husband took those "best years of my life"
Left me "holding the bag"
Of course if it happened to you - you would not be mad??????
Conqueror
It rose from the darkest pits
like a worm, slithering
into thoughts and minds
of the imbeciles of society,
an elegant deception
to crave out, a self portrait
of profane grace and disillusion
from the horrors of the deep black,
the theme for this sordid play.
Washing away emotions in vanity's cold kiss
you can't fathom the weight the devil holds
in these quiet withering years of loneliness
seeking company not unlike his own.
Enact it again, that mortal's despair
and a thousand times over in limbo
and with vigor go mad and become the sin,
this tragedy called man has a conqueror.
(http://eternalhate.tumblr.com/post/6101223335/the-conqueror-worm)
It rose from the darkest pits
like a worm, slithering
into thoughts and minds
of the imbeciles of society,
an elegant deception
to crave out, a self portrait
of profane grace and disillusion
from the horrors of the deep black,
the theme for this sordid play.
Washing away emotions in vanity's cold kiss
you can't fathom the weight the devil holds
in these quiet withering years of loneliness
seeking company not unlike his own.
Enact it again, that mortal's despair
and a thousand times over in limbo
and with vigor go mad and become the sin,
this tragedy called man has a conqueror.
(http://eternalhate.tumblr.com/post/6101223335/the-conqueror-worm)
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
I, with you now
stare into your eyes, wondering how
I will ever turn my gaze away.
Futile the alarm clock
to our beating hearts--
exhausted, exhilarated, from our nightly arts.
No intention of arising from the damp--with sweat-- sheets.
Sliding back down
your rippled chest,
to moor again
this morn in thee!
I, with you now
stare into your eyes, wondering how
I will ever turn my gaze away.
Futile the alarm clock
to our beating hearts--
exhausted, exhilarated, from our nightly arts.
No intention of arising from the damp--with sweat-- sheets.
Sliding back down
your rippled chest,
to moor again
this morn in thee!
