Poetry competition CLOSED 25th July 2012 7:51am
WINNER
storyfly
storyfly
RUNNERS-UP:
Astyanax
and siphondarkness
Shakespearean Sonnet
This is an old poem of mine that was written in Rondel form and I've re-worked for this but I'm not sure if the refrain is allowed?
Cold As The Sea
Cold as the sea that licks the shore
A fearless spirit to never break
A heart of stone that bleeds no more
The darkest soul that life did make
Time without time that came what for?
Ignore the flesh all covered in fake
Cold as the sea that licks the shore
A fearless spirit to never break
Dark princess her title no more
A mysterious and untamed soul
Tides turn gentle then let out a roar
No intent in her sand path stroll
Cold as the sea that licks the shore
Her ghost that resides here forever more
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Cold As The Sea
Cold as the sea that licks the shore
A fearless spirit to never break
A heart of stone that bleeds no more
The darkest soul that life did make
Time without time that came what for?
Ignore the flesh all covered in fake
Cold as the sea that licks the shore
A fearless spirit to never break
Dark princess her title no more
A mysterious and untamed soul
Tides turn gentle then let out a roar
No intent in her sand path stroll
Cold as the sea that licks the shore
Her ghost that resides here forever more
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Cathedrals of Hope and Dread
living beneath rumbling subway tunnels
great misfit populations lay their heads
an immense system of pathways funnel
through cathedral chambers of hope and dread
unbeknownst to us, these poor homeless wraiths
erect shelters of ingenuity
fight for survival each day in their caves
imbued with vestige of community
the strand connecting each darkness dweller
is shocking trauma few could imagine
resourcefullness on display so clever
subterfuge, candy coated illusion
required to free from hellish abodes
blessed relief when their stories are told
living beneath rumbling subway tunnels
great misfit populations lay their heads
an immense system of pathways funnel
through cathedral chambers of hope and dread
unbeknownst to us, these poor homeless wraiths
erect shelters of ingenuity
fight for survival each day in their caves
imbued with vestige of community
the strand connecting each darkness dweller
is shocking trauma few could imagine
resourcefullness on display so clever
subterfuge, candy coated illusion
required to free from hellish abodes
blessed relief when their stories are told
who does not be charm by heartwrench-romance?
of crossed-lovers amid jealous villains
as audience will take protagonist stance
love-obstructor evokes jeer in millions
injured love birds struggles to find, to fly
seperated one, halves seeks wholly be
tangled amid tall weeds obstructing flight
doleful hearts wishes for them complete, freed
yet off-screen reenact, crowds disbelieve
skeptics of love so pure or jealousy?
some be evil let tall weeds dwell uncleave
though spotlight unto, their love unblemished
unyielding tears flows free staged phantasy
parched eyes villains sneers off-screen fantasy
of crossed-lovers amid jealous villains
as audience will take protagonist stance
love-obstructor evokes jeer in millions
injured love birds struggles to find, to fly
seperated one, halves seeks wholly be
tangled amid tall weeds obstructing flight
doleful hearts wishes for them complete, freed
yet off-screen reenact, crowds disbelieve
skeptics of love so pure or jealousy?
some be evil let tall weeds dwell uncleave
though spotlight unto, their love unblemished
unyielding tears flows free staged phantasy
parched eyes villains sneers off-screen fantasy
does gray-shade-film appreciator live
are there subtlety seeker remaining?
detective art of reading inbetween;
lost in raw write solved but skipped imagine
progressive force in atmospheric noir
shadow casts terror and panic subtle
random smoke draws desire abstract but clear
senses constant expands pops as bubble
has overused colors made us purblind
elementary riddles made us smart
shadows has become but the raylight's bind
and fresh mysteries are on a-la-carte
in this isle of bore array, in dismay
finding you, who sees hues in shade of gray
are there subtlety seeker remaining?
detective art of reading inbetween;
lost in raw write solved but skipped imagine
progressive force in atmospheric noir
shadow casts terror and panic subtle
random smoke draws desire abstract but clear
senses constant expands pops as bubble
has overused colors made us purblind
elementary riddles made us smart
shadows has become but the raylight's bind
and fresh mysteries are on a-la-carte
in this isle of bore array, in dismay
finding you, who sees hues in shade of gray
Everyone put so much effort into this, I feel bad that I can only award one trophy. This was a close one, so I had to narrow it down to who best followed all the rules.
storyfly: I choose you because it truly is flawless with the rules. I am so impressed by it.
Ceejay: You come very close. Also very impressed
Levi: Because I know how much effort you put into yours and I think you deserve a mention for it.
Great job, all of you!
storyfly: I choose you because it truly is flawless with the rules. I am so impressed by it.
Ceejay: You come very close. Also very impressed
Levi: Because I know how much effort you put into yours and I think you deserve a mention for it.
Great job, all of you!
So..I've Never really written one of these but does this meet the standard?
Why is this heart of mine so hard to find?
It's cloaked by naught but skin and flesh and bone.
So easy it's seen by the old and blind.
So hard it must be for those not alone.
I know that its here for I feel it beat,
Each time a great, warm embrace welcomes me.
Much more it can hold than this world complete,
But so much less it has been forced to be.
Save a few girls that brought love to my eyes,
They've all proven to have waisted my time.
Not one was more than a sad, waved goodbye,
There is not one that could have saved my mind.
But all in all it is written by Fate,
In this poem called love each man has to wait.
Why is this heart of mine so hard to find?
It's cloaked by naught but skin and flesh and bone.
So easy it's seen by the old and blind.
So hard it must be for those not alone.
I know that its here for I feel it beat,
Each time a great, warm embrace welcomes me.
Much more it can hold than this world complete,
But so much less it has been forced to be.
Save a few girls that brought love to my eyes,
They've all proven to have waisted my time.
Not one was more than a sad, waved goodbye,
There is not one that could have saved my mind.
But all in all it is written by Fate,
In this poem called love each man has to wait.
