Poetry competition CLOSED 8th August 2012 8:17pm
WINNER
DiamondDustMirror (The White Rabbit)
DiamondDustMirror (The White Rabbit)
RUNNERS-UP:
FishCake
and Joker
Dark Creatures
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poem about a creature
two weeks
3 post per poet
No word limit, but if your going to make it long give it something interesting so i actually read the whole thing.
You can make up a creature, or write about ones you have heard/seen/read about.
Make it descriptive, and the darker the better.
3 post per poet
No word limit, but if your going to make it long give it something interesting so i actually read the whole thing.
You can make up a creature, or write about ones you have heard/seen/read about.
Make it descriptive, and the darker the better.
Anonymous
Bosses Day
Monday thru Friday he sits on his lofty perch
high on the hill
Staring down on them all day, like so many
maggots in swill
Yelling obscenities at them hour after hour
until he’s had his fill
Then on Fridays, before the lights have faded,
he does his little dance, that is so dated,
while singing his little tune, they find so degrading:
“I've wasted my week on you
so I'm taking a break, long over due
Enjoy your pathetic 2 day reprise
but remember I have spies
Go on, say what you will, rejoice if you dare
Have a few thrills, I don't really care
For Monday's the day you'll come to regret
when I eat your families and all your pets!”
Monday thru Friday he sits on his lofty perch
high on the hill
Staring down on them all day, like so many
maggots in swill
Yelling obscenities at them hour after hour
until he’s had his fill
Then on Fridays, before the lights have faded,
he does his little dance, that is so dated,
while singing his little tune, they find so degrading:
“I've wasted my week on you
so I'm taking a break, long over due
Enjoy your pathetic 2 day reprise
but remember I have spies
Go on, say what you will, rejoice if you dare
Have a few thrills, I don't really care
For Monday's the day you'll come to regret
when I eat your families and all your pets!”
-The Lycan Within-
I love the night,
The air in my hair.
They kiss of moisture on my skin,
I love sleeping outside.
Then it’s the time,
I feel my skin burning.
Burning away my human essence,
I brace the wolf within.
The wolf of the wild,
The wolf of honor and truth.
Into the night I run,
Running to find the pack.
A lone lycan will not survive,
You need a pack.
ARRROOOOO!
The pack calls me for the kill.
I find the ugly human only barely alive,
I bite her jugular.
Her red rubies flow down my throat,
As I eat her beautiful flesh.
So this is what being wild is like,
It like all my senses are open to the world.
Its so refreshing,
Its like being ALIVE!
I love the night,
The air in my hair.
They kiss of moisture on my skin,
I love sleeping outside.
Then it’s the time,
I feel my skin burning.
Burning away my human essence,
I brace the wolf within.
The wolf of the wild,
The wolf of honor and truth.
Into the night I run,
Running to find the pack.
A lone lycan will not survive,
You need a pack.
ARRROOOOO!
The pack calls me for the kill.
I find the ugly human only barely alive,
I bite her jugular.
Her red rubies flow down my throat,
As I eat her beautiful flesh.
So this is what being wild is like,
It like all my senses are open to the world.
Its so refreshing,
Its like being ALIVE!
-Soul Music-
thump...thump...thump
music to my ears
thump...thump...thump
the beating as deep as a bass guitar
thump...thump...thump
music i can truely get into
thump...thump...thump
music that pounds in my head, heart and soul
thump...thump...thump
the beating of my heart syncronizes
thump...thump...thump
syncronizes with the beating of my music
thump...thump...thump
her heart pounds in my ears
thump...thump...thump
i can smell the adrenaline
thump...thump...thump
i never thought a concert would make her smell so delectable
thump...thump...thump
music and aroma for my soul
the beating of her heart is my magical music
it is heavenly although i am agnostic
thump...thump...thump
music to my ears
thump...thump...thump
the beating as deep as a bass guitar
thump...thump...thump
music i can truely get into
thump...thump...thump
music that pounds in my head, heart and soul
thump...thump...thump
the beating of my heart syncronizes
thump...thump...thump
syncronizes with the beating of my music
thump...thump...thump
her heart pounds in my ears
thump...thump...thump
i can smell the adrenaline
thump...thump...thump
i never thought a concert would make her smell so delectable
thump...thump...thump
music and aroma for my soul
the beating of her heart is my magical music
it is heavenly although i am agnostic
-The Jersey Devil and The Witch-
HELP! HELP!
The devil lives in Jersey!
You don’t know the power of the Jersey Devil!
With the head of a moose,
The back legs of a goat.
The wings of a bat,
And the tail of a serpent.
The Jersey Devil is a monstrous creation indeed,
A monstrous creation made by a witch.
A witch from the Asphodel Fields,
A witch to bring hell to earth.
She will spread her disease across the land,
Near and far.
No one can stop the disease,
Not a living thing.
Hell will come to this land by the hand,
Of The Witch and her pet The Jersey Devil.
HELP! HELP!
The devil lives in Jersey!
You don’t know the power of the Jersey Devil!
With the head of a moose,
The back legs of a goat.
The wings of a bat,
And the tail of a serpent.
The Jersey Devil is a monstrous creation indeed,
A monstrous creation made by a witch.
A witch from the Asphodel Fields,
A witch to bring hell to earth.
She will spread her disease across the land,
Near and far.
No one can stop the disease,
Not a living thing.
Hell will come to this land by the hand,
Of The Witch and her pet The Jersey Devil.
Anonymous
Addiction
Grow your head they told Alice;
invite the beast into your bed.
Life is for living, not shivering in the shadows,
down the rabbit hole became my mantra instead.
In youth i wandered past the end of the sidewalk,
searching out true north but finding no moss.
Wild-eyed and wandering on a winding dirt path,
frightened and barefoot, my compass lost.
My constant companions, the thorny vines,
ripping clothes and skin to the marrow.
Till finally, weak and faint,
i stumbled, stripped bare into a meadow.
The sleeping beast awoke, smiling,
offering drink and refuge till i grew stable.
Its kindness overflowing; a never empty bowl;
honoring me at the head of its table.
Growing bolder, the beast shared its victims,
as together we rolled in the fresh blood
till it covered our bodies from head to toe;
belonging washed over me like a flood.
i knew not from the moment of our embrace,
that sweet innocence had forever flown.
For even as the moons shadow crept over my face,
the beasts howl was my beacon home.
Grow your head they told Alice;
invite the beast into your bed.
Life is for living, not shivering in the shadows,
down the rabbit hole became my mantra instead.
In youth i wandered past the end of the sidewalk,
searching out true north but finding no moss.
Wild-eyed and wandering on a winding dirt path,
frightened and barefoot, my compass lost.
My constant companions, the thorny vines,
ripping clothes and skin to the marrow.
Till finally, weak and faint,
i stumbled, stripped bare into a meadow.
The sleeping beast awoke, smiling,
offering drink and refuge till i grew stable.
Its kindness overflowing; a never empty bowl;
honoring me at the head of its table.
Growing bolder, the beast shared its victims,
as together we rolled in the fresh blood
till it covered our bodies from head to toe;
belonging washed over me like a flood.
i knew not from the moment of our embrace,
that sweet innocence had forever flown.
For even as the moons shadow crept over my face,
the beasts howl was my beacon home.
darkness falls
devores the light
the day is over
here is night
foot steps can
be heared everywhere
you cowar in fear
for your life
this is the creature
of the night
that might just eat
you whole
do you still
want to run around
at night
all alone?
devores the light
the day is over
here is night
foot steps can
be heared everywhere
you cowar in fear
for your life
this is the creature
of the night
that might just eat
you whole
do you still
want to run around
at night
all alone?
his twisted body laying on the ground,
my thoughts race with what i have found,
his pale skin,
with a body made for sin,
wings torn,
and wind warn,
black feathers cover the cobble stone street,
His beautiful body badly beat.
his eyes blink open,
his leg is twisted, must be broken,
he stands up, healing so fast,
i drift into the past,
church, angels, god's slaves,
angels,they walk the earth and hide in caves,
they're here one minute and gone the next,
they can't be seen, says the ancient texts..
my thoughts race with what i have found,
his pale skin,
with a body made for sin,
wings torn,
and wind warn,
black feathers cover the cobble stone street,
His beautiful body badly beat.
his eyes blink open,
his leg is twisted, must be broken,
he stands up, healing so fast,
i drift into the past,
church, angels, god's slaves,
angels,they walk the earth and hide in caves,
they're here one minute and gone the next,
they can't be seen, says the ancient texts..
The Demon Within (The Creature)
It hides within the darkest shadows of the night
Creeping ever so slowly out of sight
Watching as the rest of the world travels along
Singing to an entirely different song
Seldom has it ever been seen
For a glimpse of this creature, your observances must be keen
Rarely, it gifts you with its presence
Traditionally, the method of choice is absolute voidance
What little that can be seen is pale, white, and sparkling skin
A contrast to the darkness it is shrouded in
Dark iridescent sapphire eyes glow amid the blackest shadow
Thick blackened charcoal fur, smooth and softer than your most favored pillow
The beauty of this beast is but a façade
Its true form will never truly fade
The demon within will, indeed, always prevail
For long, it cannot hide behind this dark crimson veil
It hides within the darkest shadows of the night
Creeping ever so slowly out of sight
Watching as the rest of the world travels along
Singing to an entirely different song
Seldom has it ever been seen
For a glimpse of this creature, your observances must be keen
Rarely, it gifts you with its presence
Traditionally, the method of choice is absolute voidance
What little that can be seen is pale, white, and sparkling skin
A contrast to the darkness it is shrouded in
Dark iridescent sapphire eyes glow amid the blackest shadow
Thick blackened charcoal fur, smooth and softer than your most favored pillow
The beauty of this beast is but a façade
Its true form will never truly fade
The demon within will, indeed, always prevail
For long, it cannot hide behind this dark crimson veil
- Ancient Aliens -
An adventure into fear!
Part One – The Explorer’s Fate
Within the darkness black as is obsidian,
Cast off, by the ones who came down…
Forgotten by man, and forever forsaken.
Therein, came but a single solitary sound:
A scream, shrill and piercing as a shriek!
For an errant explorer had met his god…
Only to discover, all too late, how weak,
How frail is man before the Divine’s rod.
No mortal hands moved that old stone…
Which was worked to form an evil place.
But things not of all human flesh or bone,
For they were born in far distant space…
Brought to work for masters more awful.
Gods to some, but ones far from lawful!
Titans some called them, but such names,
Are fleeting, where burn immortal flames.
Part Two – Dweller in Darkness
Worship is sometimes born from horror,
From fear of that which is truly unknown.
So it was for that ancient, dead explorer,
Whose piety: into pure terror had grown!
The sealed door he had opened, curious.
One marked with symbols that did glow,
With energy that crackled so uproarious!
From unseen forces that thusly bestow…
Either, blessing or curse unto humankind.
And what of that which brought his end?
It waits there still, without tether to bind,
Its’ form, which in darkness must fend…
For it is the last of its’ kind, cast so low.
Its’ inhuman cries, true madness to sow!
The female of its’ species, it was mighty,
A goddess far different, from Aphrodite!
Part Three – The Bold Priestess
The ones who fashioned its’ cursed hide,
They watch in secret, waiting for an hour.
Eyes intent, where such beings do abide!
For they are aliens ancient in their power.
A priestess of an ancient faith long past…
Had come to the place, beyond the dark.
Her guide was the explorer who at last…
Fell to the thing to which none may hark.
She saw the creature and knew real fear,
But was wise enough to flee its’ grounds.
Unto the hidden place she so drew near,
Where the power of alien gods abounds.
She would put a stop to their cruel plans,
And banish them beyond all mortal lands.
But she was not prepared to so witness…
That which would leave her mad, witless!
Part Four – Domain of the Titans
She beheld them: titans on their thrones…
Seemingly dead in a stasis unfathomable!
Their minds were wiser than old crones…
Whilst their forms were far more terrible!
Melded to their machines, so grotesque,
That it was hard to tell, their true shapes.
The priestess called to them, to thus ask,
If they would leave this world to escape:
The deluge that was coming, to punish…
For gods warred and continents did fall!
Atlantis itself, would very soon, perish…
And so it was time to heed an older call.
One of the beings was moved to action,
By the plights of that condemned nation.
The engines of their craft, began to hum,
But one final activity needed to be done.
Part Five – The Watchers Depart
She felt its’ hand on her face grasping…
As tendrils of thought, entered her mind.
Answers to questions none were asking,
To her subconscious, thereupon to bind!
A fluid poured into her mouth unbidden,
Which at the time seemed only as water.
But there was more to it secretly hidden,
From even she, that so sacred daughter!
And long after the titans departed Earth,
She lingered in their halls, in the black…
For therein she changed, and gave birth:
Only to perish, torn from front to back.
Her child, the hand that slew her cruelly,
Waited for the next explorer’s fatal folly.
He and the female creature did breed…
When humans came, the aliens did feed.
An adventure into fear!
Part One – The Explorer’s Fate
Within the darkness black as is obsidian,
Cast off, by the ones who came down…
Forgotten by man, and forever forsaken.
Therein, came but a single solitary sound:
A scream, shrill and piercing as a shriek!
For an errant explorer had met his god…
Only to discover, all too late, how weak,
How frail is man before the Divine’s rod.
No mortal hands moved that old stone…
Which was worked to form an evil place.
But things not of all human flesh or bone,
For they were born in far distant space…
Brought to work for masters more awful.
Gods to some, but ones far from lawful!
Titans some called them, but such names,
Are fleeting, where burn immortal flames.
Part Two – Dweller in Darkness
Worship is sometimes born from horror,
From fear of that which is truly unknown.
So it was for that ancient, dead explorer,
Whose piety: into pure terror had grown!
The sealed door he had opened, curious.
One marked with symbols that did glow,
With energy that crackled so uproarious!
From unseen forces that thusly bestow…
Either, blessing or curse unto humankind.
And what of that which brought his end?
It waits there still, without tether to bind,
Its’ form, which in darkness must fend…
For it is the last of its’ kind, cast so low.
Its’ inhuman cries, true madness to sow!
The female of its’ species, it was mighty,
A goddess far different, from Aphrodite!
Part Three – The Bold Priestess
The ones who fashioned its’ cursed hide,
They watch in secret, waiting for an hour.
Eyes intent, where such beings do abide!
For they are aliens ancient in their power.
A priestess of an ancient faith long past…
Had come to the place, beyond the dark.
Her guide was the explorer who at last…
Fell to the thing to which none may hark.
She saw the creature and knew real fear,
But was wise enough to flee its’ grounds.
Unto the hidden place she so drew near,
Where the power of alien gods abounds.
She would put a stop to their cruel plans,
And banish them beyond all mortal lands.
But she was not prepared to so witness…
That which would leave her mad, witless!
Part Four – Domain of the Titans
She beheld them: titans on their thrones…
Seemingly dead in a stasis unfathomable!
Their minds were wiser than old crones…
Whilst their forms were far more terrible!
Melded to their machines, so grotesque,
That it was hard to tell, their true shapes.
The priestess called to them, to thus ask,
If they would leave this world to escape:
The deluge that was coming, to punish…
For gods warred and continents did fall!
Atlantis itself, would very soon, perish…
And so it was time to heed an older call.
One of the beings was moved to action,
By the plights of that condemned nation.
The engines of their craft, began to hum,
But one final activity needed to be done.
Part Five – The Watchers Depart
She felt its’ hand on her face grasping…
As tendrils of thought, entered her mind.
Answers to questions none were asking,
To her subconscious, thereupon to bind!
A fluid poured into her mouth unbidden,
Which at the time seemed only as water.
But there was more to it secretly hidden,
From even she, that so sacred daughter!
And long after the titans departed Earth,
She lingered in their halls, in the black…
For therein she changed, and gave birth:
Only to perish, torn from front to back.
Her child, the hand that slew her cruelly,
Waited for the next explorer’s fatal folly.
He and the female creature did breed…
When humans came, the aliens did feed.
