Poetry competition CLOSED 24th August 2012 7:19pm
WINNER
LeColonel
LeColonel
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pictionary poems
Poetry Contest Description
Describe something in ryme without saying what it is.
Describe something in rhyme without saying what it is.
EX:
Standing tall in the air with only one way to grow,
This beautiful sight, is top fancy to show.
Delicate, soft, and growing so slow,
When discovered in full bloom,
Your lover will know.
Be careful to pick, for it's sharp down below.
As red as the blood, it's a beautiful rose.
Lets get creative people!!
EX:
Standing tall in the air with only one way to grow,
This beautiful sight, is top fancy to show.
Delicate, soft, and growing so slow,
When discovered in full bloom,
Your lover will know.
Be careful to pick, for it's sharp down below.
As red as the blood, it's a beautiful rose.
Lets get creative people!!
I go to you every night
You always hold me close and tight
You've seen the best of me
You've seen the worst of me
I don't think I could go a day without you
Who knew,
That the I despised going to you when I was 8
Now, for you it's only love, no hate
Every morning I wake up to you,
And hope that I won't have to leave you
But something always gets in the way of us
My alarm clock
But just remember bed, it will always be us :)
You always hold me close and tight
You've seen the best of me
You've seen the worst of me
I don't think I could go a day without you
Who knew,
That the I despised going to you when I was 8
Now, for you it's only love, no hate
Every morning I wake up to you,
And hope that I won't have to leave you
But something always gets in the way of us
My alarm clock
But just remember bed, it will always be us :)
Wasurerareta Jinsei
Were the earth is cover by thickening smoke,
and voices herd by dancing folk.
cant speak of whom thats forbidden name,
forgiveness globe is not the same.
somewhere in life were love is bright,
never no more darkness and fright.
chattering teeth of refuge goal,
stations journey of preserved soul.
the compass that you carry is always at kindness,
abyss of quality always at blindness.
-Kumiko Yamamoto
Were the earth is cover by thickening smoke,
and voices herd by dancing folk.
cant speak of whom thats forbidden name,
forgiveness globe is not the same.
somewhere in life were love is bright,
never no more darkness and fright.
chattering teeth of refuge goal,
stations journey of preserved soul.
the compass that you carry is always at kindness,
abyss of quality always at blindness.
-Kumiko Yamamoto
Pools of sorrow, endless joy
That echo every thought
Gifted to each girl and boy
Though some are made and bought
Colours of the earth and sky
Some aided more unique
Catching life as it goes by
Or blank, no way to seek
Windows to the human soul
Set firm before the brain
Open they reveal all
Both love and burning pain
Growing wise, they do not pale
They never show their age
While our wrinkles write the tale
Our windows plan each page
That echo every thought
Gifted to each girl and boy
Though some are made and bought
Colours of the earth and sky
Some aided more unique
Catching life as it goes by
Or blank, no way to seek
Windows to the human soul
Set firm before the brain
Open they reveal all
Both love and burning pain
Growing wise, they do not pale
They never show their age
While our wrinkles write the tale
Our windows plan each page
As elegant as an opera glove
My special gift, symbol of love
Something wearable through out the day
Yet you still keep on whenever we play
A single buckle, two inches wide
Supple leather on each side
Totally black and seven inches long
A reminder to you to whom you belong
Equiped with a single silver ring
Allowing the attachment of anything
Though put on by me, only taken off by you
Reminding the world that our love is so true
My special gift, symbol of love
Something wearable through out the day
Yet you still keep on whenever we play
A single buckle, two inches wide
Supple leather on each side
Totally black and seven inches long
A reminder to you to whom you belong
Equiped with a single silver ring
Allowing the attachment of anything
Though put on by me, only taken off by you
Reminding the world that our love is so true
given for love
stains the good white dove
given out of caring
made for sharing
between a mate
or pure hate
crimson is shed
life that is red
pouring out of my sleepy head
sweet to creatures
with horrifying features
that bring fright
in the night
flowing everywhere
seen anywhere
but does anyone care?
runs through us with fires
after old age it tires
thick and metallic
scarlet liquid
streams
and comes out to hear our torturous
screams
-blood
making our hearts
pump scarlet
in my lovely Charlotte
stains the good white dove
given out of caring
made for sharing
between a mate
or pure hate
crimson is shed
life that is red
pouring out of my sleepy head
sweet to creatures
with horrifying features
that bring fright
in the night
flowing everywhere
seen anywhere
but does anyone care?
runs through us with fires
after old age it tires
thick and metallic
scarlet liquid
streams
and comes out to hear our torturous
screams
-blood
making our hearts
pump scarlet
in my lovely Charlotte
ten thousand miles away from home
didn't bother asking my parents for a loan
ive got once chance to prove myself
this is the place ill find oneself.
i will not back down
motivation, persistent is what i get out of the crowds sound.
the celebration is done
parents watch their daughters and sons
as they walk away they know their training has begun
we'll be here for four years.
no longer shall we be called dear.
in this place all our leaders do is sneer
you'll survive once your orders are clear
soon enough this place will feel like home and there will no longer be any fear
its worth it though training in all this gear
soon enough time will fly and you'll see the end is near.
thank god we have fellow soldiers on obstacles and in training taking up the rear.
the worst obstacle we had to go through was the tent of tear gas
in the end everything was worth it
we were glad we were pushed instead of being told to play and sit
our 16 weeks are over.
and we are no longer called posers
but we are known as soldiers.
didn't bother asking my parents for a loan
ive got once chance to prove myself
this is the place ill find oneself.
i will not back down
motivation, persistent is what i get out of the crowds sound.
the celebration is done
parents watch their daughters and sons
as they walk away they know their training has begun
we'll be here for four years.
no longer shall we be called dear.
in this place all our leaders do is sneer
you'll survive once your orders are clear
soon enough this place will feel like home and there will no longer be any fear
its worth it though training in all this gear
soon enough time will fly and you'll see the end is near.
thank god we have fellow soldiers on obstacles and in training taking up the rear.
the worst obstacle we had to go through was the tent of tear gas
in the end everything was worth it
we were glad we were pushed instead of being told to play and sit
our 16 weeks are over.
and we are no longer called posers
but we are known as soldiers.
