Poetry competition CLOSED 23rd July 2012 5:07pm
WINNER
siphondarkness (Levi)
siphondarkness (Levi)
RUNNER-UP:
Danii
Geekery
Poetry Contest Description
Show off your inner nerd
Get the glasses held together with tape in the middle, your braces, and biology books its time to show me your inner nerd
Write about something nerdy it can be anything from superheroes from your favorite comic books to a molecular vortex
Maybe even a poem of you yourself being a nerd..
You have two weeks....come on people make me think:)
Good luck...
As many posts as you'd like...
Write about something nerdy it can be anything from superheroes from your favorite comic books to a molecular vortex
Maybe even a poem of you yourself being a nerd..
You have two weeks....come on people make me think:)
Good luck...
As many posts as you'd like...
You look throuhg me
Can't even see
Glasses too big for my face
My room is painted like outer-space
Old worn out converse with mathematical equations
Plaid button up shirt
With a denim short skirt
Call me a freak
I'm really a geek
Thats my girl Shanique
She knows how I roll
Don't mess around
I know exactly where you're coming from
I'm being killed by boredom
Tonight we're gonna party
Bring the books
Some History
Biology
Chemistry
Between you and me
I love those braces
And your slicked back hair
The tucked in shirt
With you're combat boots
I wanna see you come undone
Show me you can have fun
So we'll dance and play some video games
And I'll smile in defeat as you win again
Cause this is how geeks have fun
Can't even see
Glasses too big for my face
My room is painted like outer-space
Old worn out converse with mathematical equations
Plaid button up shirt
With a denim short skirt
Call me a freak
I'm really a geek
Thats my girl Shanique
She knows how I roll
Don't mess around
I know exactly where you're coming from
I'm being killed by boredom
Tonight we're gonna party
Bring the books
Some History
Biology
Chemistry
Between you and me
I love those braces
And your slicked back hair
The tucked in shirt
With you're combat boots
I wanna see you come undone
Show me you can have fun
So we'll dance and play some video games
And I'll smile in defeat as you win again
Cause this is how geeks have fun
Danii said:You look throuhg me
Can't even see
Glasses too big for my face
My room is painted like outer-space
Old worn out converse with mathematical equations
Plaid button up shirt
With a denim short skirt
Call me a freak
I'm really a geek
Thats my girl Shanique
She knows how I roll
Don't mess around
I know exactly where you're coming from
I'm being killed by boredom
Tonight we're gonna party
Bring the books
Some History
Biology
Chemistry
Between you and me
I love those braces
And your slicked back hair
The tucked in shirt
With you're combat boots
I wanna see you come undone
Show me you can have fun
So we'll dance and play some video games
And I'll smile in defeat as you win again
Cause this is how geeks have fun
Thanks for the post...I really like this poem ^.^
Can't even see
Glasses too big for my face
My room is painted like outer-space
Old worn out converse with mathematical equations
Plaid button up shirt
With a denim short skirt
Call me a freak
I'm really a geek
Thats my girl Shanique
She knows how I roll
Don't mess around
I know exactly where you're coming from
I'm being killed by boredom
Tonight we're gonna party
Bring the books
Some History
Biology
Chemistry
Between you and me
I love those braces
And your slicked back hair
The tucked in shirt
With you're combat boots
I wanna see you come undone
Show me you can have fun
So we'll dance and play some video games
And I'll smile in defeat as you win again
Cause this is how geeks have fun
Thanks for the post...I really like this poem ^.^
Anonymous
Engineers in Love
Busy calculating her bodily interaction with the cold,
he had taken note of two stiffening reactions.
She hypothesized how this visual image
might give rise to his theory of her satisfaction.
Updating her calculations based on his elasticity,
she reasoned as ice breakers go,
they were well past energy transference
and headed full speed into dynamic flow.
Busy calculating her bodily interaction with the cold,
he had taken note of two stiffening reactions.
She hypothesized how this visual image
might give rise to his theory of her satisfaction.
Updating her calculations based on his elasticity,
she reasoned as ice breakers go,
they were well past energy transference
and headed full speed into dynamic flow.
tornado said:Engineers in Love
Busy calculating her bodily interaction with the cold,
he had taken note of two stiffening reactions.
She hypothesized how this visual image
might give rise to his theory of her satisfaction.
Updating her calculations based on his elasticity,
she reasoned as ice breakers go,
they were well past energy transference
and headed full speed into dynamic flow.
I very much appreciate your post.....this is a good poem...(:
Busy calculating her bodily interaction with the cold,
he had taken note of two stiffening reactions.
She hypothesized how this visual image
might give rise to his theory of her satisfaction.
Updating her calculations based on his elasticity,
she reasoned as ice breakers go,
they were well past energy transference
and headed full speed into dynamic flow.
I very much appreciate your post.....this is a good poem...(:
EXAMPLE:
What's A Batman Without Robin
The dark night he's called
They all claim he isn't flawed
I've saved his life to may times to count
Yet I get no credit? What's that about?
Sure he adopted little orphan me
But I have talent too you see?
I'm intelligent..I make gadgets too
I'm an acrobat...skilled enough for the Olympics..its true
I'm a skilled detective...no blood hound needed
So why aren't I appreciated?
How come the girls all run for Batman
And what about me...Robin...don't I get a fan?
No wonder Dick Grayson became Nightwing
He didn't quite go evil but he got the independence he was wanting
Yes I love Batman..he's like my dad
And honestly its oh so sad..
I guess all I'm asking for is something simple
"Nice job son" its a few words that are oh so little
I'm not just a sidekick
I'm a boy with a little more then just a trick
I'm Robin...Boy Wonder
I'm not just a kid with a utility belt who's a junker
What's A Batman Without A Robin?
Its a man in a cape stuck with a joker problem..
What's A Batman Without Robin
The dark night he's called
They all claim he isn't flawed
I've saved his life to may times to count
Yet I get no credit? What's that about?
Sure he adopted little orphan me
But I have talent too you see?
I'm intelligent..I make gadgets too
I'm an acrobat...skilled enough for the Olympics..its true
I'm a skilled detective...no blood hound needed
So why aren't I appreciated?
How come the girls all run for Batman
And what about me...Robin...don't I get a fan?
No wonder Dick Grayson became Nightwing
He didn't quite go evil but he got the independence he was wanting
Yes I love Batman..he's like my dad
And honestly its oh so sad..
I guess all I'm asking for is something simple
"Nice job son" its a few words that are oh so little
I'm not just a sidekick
I'm a boy with a little more then just a trick
I'm Robin...Boy Wonder
I'm not just a kid with a utility belt who's a junker
What's A Batman Without A Robin?
Its a man in a cape stuck with a joker problem..
Anonymous
The Sub-Bass
As the sub-bass rides
crystalline in my ears,
hammer and anvil scrape together,
crumbling, crackling.
A single drone,
created from eighteen silver strings,
drags itself through me,
beyond me.
As the sub-bass roars
into air and time,
I sweat. I sway
in waves of terror,
barely standing.
Lurching, the notes hang
downwards,
falling through my head
like knives.
As the sub-bass cries,
effervescent and pure,
grooves of fingers tear
through the grooves of winded nickel.
A chord falls,
several thousand miles,
but becomes new again,
and through these two notes,
I begin to cry.
As the sub-bass rides
crystalline in my ears,
hammer and anvil scrape together,
crumbling, crackling.
A single drone,
created from eighteen silver strings,
drags itself through me,
beyond me.
As the sub-bass roars
into air and time,
I sweat. I sway
in waves of terror,
barely standing.
Lurching, the notes hang
downwards,
falling through my head
like knives.
As the sub-bass cries,
effervescent and pure,
grooves of fingers tear
through the grooves of winded nickel.
A chord falls,
several thousand miles,
but becomes new again,
and through these two notes,
I begin to cry.
Don't do that
Just because I have freckles
And my hair shines a little red
Doesn't mean I should be dead
I like reading and math
Knowledge is my path
So what if I dress like a boy?
I'm not a bully toy
I'm stronger than you think
I become like popeye
Number is my spinach
So you can laugh
We can argue
Or I can walk away from you
Cause I'm afraid
Just because I have freckles
And my hair shines a little red
Doesn't mean I should be dead
I like reading and math
Knowledge is my path
So what if I dress like a boy?
I'm not a bully toy
I'm stronger than you think
I become like popeye
Number is my spinach
So you can laugh
We can argue
Or I can walk away from you
Cause I'm afraid
