Poetry competition CLOSED 30th August 2012 00:30am
WINNER
AlwaysCaliban (Caliban)
AlwaysCaliban (Caliban)
RUNNERS-UP:
lightbaron
and bloody_ashe
The dreamworld or your reality
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Write of a dream you had, that surpassed your reality in joy or sorrow
I've been inspired by a perplexing dream I had last night, to make this competition thread here, write of that one dream you've had which either filled you with joy and you've never wanted to awake, or a dream filled of sorrow and misery in which you wanted escape.
- You'll have one week.
- Prefer acceptable grammar and structure.
- There are no morals and/or ethics here.
- The more poetic technics used the more likely you'll win.
- ONE poem per poet.
- 500 word limit, (I'll prefer you use the entire word limit)
Go forth and write.
- You'll have one week.
- Prefer acceptable grammar and structure.
- There are no morals and/or ethics here.
- The more poetic technics used the more likely you'll win.
- ONE poem per poet.
- 500 word limit, (I'll prefer you use the entire word limit)
Go forth and write.
Dreamless
Colorless, my dreams have been
Plaguing me with ennui,
Where there used to be a density
of multi-hued fabrications
My curiosity is begging me,
Though my slumber does not abide me.
Leaving me mind frustratingly empty,
As I lay my head on my pillow.
I used to dream of a distant world,
Where wonder was as plentiful as air.
I could fly on the currents of imagination,
drifting placidly on creativity.
Every time I closed my eyes,
I would slip into this secret pleasure.
Adventure tantalizingly before me,
Coaxing me to come and play.
I would ardently await my sleeping hour,
Eagerly urging the dream to continue.
To gratify my desire to flee,
the world around me too constricting.
But now I find this dream land hopelessly barren.
Charred and diseased beyond recognition.
My sanctuary destroyed by and unknown entity.
Ravaging my only salvation ruthlessly.
I walk through the ruins cautiously,
Distraught by the haunting echo of my thoughts
lonely and reverberating in the empty land,
where I used to wade in pools of knowledge.
It is then when I see the monsters.
They are nameless in their iniquity,
soiling the beauty of of my refuge
Ripping apart the earth with greedy talons.
They manifest dark emotions.
Thoughts of despair, malevolence, and regret,
spreading throughout my dreamworld,
Casting me into nightmare.
Despite myself I scream out in fear,
shocked and heartbroken at their trespass.
I desperately try to awaken myself,
But am laden down with a vice-like horror.
The beasts are alerted to my presence,
and they began to hunt me.
I frantically try to hide,
But I can smell their festering decay.
They bear down on me,
And I find myself hopeless to their onslaught.
Terror paralyzes me as they close in,
Rendering me vulnerable.
They rip into me,
Shredding me as I give a strangled cry,
Feasting upon me mercilessly,
Devouring my conscience.
They strip me to the bone,
All thoughts of happiness, love, and hope,
feasted upon by their powerful jaws.
I'm helpless to the ripping apart of my soul.
Finally they consume me.
All that is left is an empty shell,
A breeding ground for malignant emotion.
Hatred, misery and resentment,
rebuilding my frame into a blackened and twisted being.
I no longer know the pleasures of nightfall.
I stay locked in my nightmare,
tainting all that I touch,
reveling in the destruction of beauty.
I long lost all hope of escaping,
and dwell in my annihilated kingdom.
Leaching all the light out of this world,
Embracing the evil that I have become.
I just wrote this yesterday
Perfect timing for this competition
Colorless, my dreams have been
Plaguing me with ennui,
Where there used to be a density
of multi-hued fabrications
My curiosity is begging me,
Though my slumber does not abide me.
Leaving me mind frustratingly empty,
As I lay my head on my pillow.
I used to dream of a distant world,
Where wonder was as plentiful as air.
I could fly on the currents of imagination,
drifting placidly on creativity.
Every time I closed my eyes,
I would slip into this secret pleasure.
Adventure tantalizingly before me,
Coaxing me to come and play.
I would ardently await my sleeping hour,
Eagerly urging the dream to continue.
To gratify my desire to flee,
the world around me too constricting.
But now I find this dream land hopelessly barren.
Charred and diseased beyond recognition.
My sanctuary destroyed by and unknown entity.
Ravaging my only salvation ruthlessly.
I walk through the ruins cautiously,
Distraught by the haunting echo of my thoughts
lonely and reverberating in the empty land,
where I used to wade in pools of knowledge.
It is then when I see the monsters.
They are nameless in their iniquity,
soiling the beauty of of my refuge
Ripping apart the earth with greedy talons.
They manifest dark emotions.
Thoughts of despair, malevolence, and regret,
spreading throughout my dreamworld,
Casting me into nightmare.
Despite myself I scream out in fear,
shocked and heartbroken at their trespass.
I desperately try to awaken myself,
But am laden down with a vice-like horror.
The beasts are alerted to my presence,
and they began to hunt me.
I frantically try to hide,
But I can smell their festering decay.
They bear down on me,
And I find myself hopeless to their onslaught.
Terror paralyzes me as they close in,
Rendering me vulnerable.
They rip into me,
Shredding me as I give a strangled cry,
Feasting upon me mercilessly,
Devouring my conscience.
They strip me to the bone,
All thoughts of happiness, love, and hope,
feasted upon by their powerful jaws.
I'm helpless to the ripping apart of my soul.
Finally they consume me.
All that is left is an empty shell,
A breeding ground for malignant emotion.
Hatred, misery and resentment,
rebuilding my frame into a blackened and twisted being.
I no longer know the pleasures of nightfall.
I stay locked in my nightmare,
tainting all that I touch,
reveling in the destruction of beauty.
I long lost all hope of escaping,
and dwell in my annihilated kingdom.
Leaching all the light out of this world,
Embracing the evil that I have become.
I just wrote this yesterday
Perfect timing for this competition
Anonymous
Lovely AlwaysCaliban!!! So far we've a clear cut winner. Unless more entries flood in.
- Wrapped in Daydreams -
In the fair light of daybreak, when all is so still,
I walk in the meadows, when the air is yet chill...
Wrapped up in daydreams, and visions so fair,
That I dance about in circles, where few dare!
Spinning, spinning, like the silk of spider webs...
Glistening with dew, like the sweat in my hair.
Music in the movement, that ever softly ebbs...
As the stars of night vanish with dawn's glare.
Somewhere in the symphony, I've lost myself,
A speck beneath the trees that tower all about...
Whilst my spirit is taken like a book off a shelf,
To a realm of enchantment, where fades doubt.
Too cruel, the waking from dreams golden pure,
Shining so like silver seas and a pleasant shore!
What craft have I to cross the waters so deep...
That they may as well be mountains most steep?
Too long in slumber, and how can you awaken,
When calls the day, finding you lost in the dance?
Your feet wet with dew, your mind beyond ken,
Of mortals who went not where you did prance…
You must welcome the hour with a smiling face,
And begin the day with the utmost polite grace.
But in your heart, the dreams will remain strong…
From some you'll never awake, even with a gong!
In the fair light of daybreak, when all is so still,
I walk in the meadows, when the air is yet chill...
Wrapped up in daydreams, and visions so fair,
That I dance about in circles, where few dare!
Spinning, spinning, like the silk of spider webs...
Glistening with dew, like the sweat in my hair.
Music in the movement, that ever softly ebbs...
As the stars of night vanish with dawn's glare.
Somewhere in the symphony, I've lost myself,
A speck beneath the trees that tower all about...
Whilst my spirit is taken like a book off a shelf,
To a realm of enchantment, where fades doubt.
Too cruel, the waking from dreams golden pure,
Shining so like silver seas and a pleasant shore!
What craft have I to cross the waters so deep...
That they may as well be mountains most steep?
Too long in slumber, and how can you awaken,
When calls the day, finding you lost in the dance?
Your feet wet with dew, your mind beyond ken,
Of mortals who went not where you did prance…
You must welcome the hour with a smiling face,
And begin the day with the utmost polite grace.
But in your heart, the dreams will remain strong…
From some you'll never awake, even with a gong!
Anonymous
Very nice Jessica, another wonderful entry!
-MY ASHES-
Walking down a decaying street,
With every step I take,
I only spread the venom.
I stop under a lamp.
‘Why so bright’ I ask
I touch it,
The light burns out.
Down this alley,
Sharp toothed grins
Husky laughing,
Oh,
Now look what I’ve done,
I've infected this,
Innocent cat.
It stares up at me,
‘why so mean’ it asks
I pick it up.
Stroke its fur.
Footsteps recede in the dark.
Vacant homes scream with out a sound.
The wind seems doleful,
For even its tunes are asleep.
The rain are icy tears.
It dares not touch me,
I am the venom.
Can nothing touch me now?
I’m am saddened.
I wish for a friend,
Yet I know there is none for me.
The cat I stroked,
It burned
Now ash to fall on the damp infected ground.
I shed my own tear.
The rain laughs,
The wind crackles,
The houses snicker,
The lamp screeches,
The ground cachinnates,
The moon looks down on me,
The last of my breed,
‘why so sad’ it asks
I look back to the moon.
I focus.
Seething with hate.
infect the moon.
The moon is of fire now
I scream.
I cry.
I am affronted.
I infect the rain,
I infect the wind
I infect the houses
The lamp
The ground.
All burning.
I no longer hear the tap of rain
The wind does not tuch my face.
The houses no longer protect me.
The lamp no longer light my way.
The ground no longer suports me.
I am not the infected.
I cant be the infected.
I am doomed to live in
A world of my own ashes.
Sitting up in my bed,
Sweat beading on my forehead,
I smile,
And return to a peaceful slumber,
Only to wake,
In the world of my ashes once more.
Walking down a decaying street,
With every step I take,
I only spread the venom.
I stop under a lamp.
‘Why so bright’ I ask
I touch it,
The light burns out.
Down this alley,
Sharp toothed grins
Husky laughing,
Oh,
Now look what I’ve done,
I've infected this,
Innocent cat.
It stares up at me,
‘why so mean’ it asks
I pick it up.
Stroke its fur.
Footsteps recede in the dark.
Vacant homes scream with out a sound.
The wind seems doleful,
For even its tunes are asleep.
The rain are icy tears.
It dares not touch me,
I am the venom.
Can nothing touch me now?
I’m am saddened.
I wish for a friend,
Yet I know there is none for me.
The cat I stroked,
It burned
Now ash to fall on the damp infected ground.
I shed my own tear.
The rain laughs,
The wind crackles,
The houses snicker,
The lamp screeches,
The ground cachinnates,
The moon looks down on me,
The last of my breed,
‘why so sad’ it asks
I look back to the moon.
I focus.
Seething with hate.
infect the moon.
The moon is of fire now
I scream.
I cry.
I am affronted.
I infect the rain,
I infect the wind
I infect the houses
The lamp
The ground.
All burning.
I no longer hear the tap of rain
The wind does not tuch my face.
The houses no longer protect me.
The lamp no longer light my way.
The ground no longer suports me.
I am not the infected.
I cant be the infected.
I am doomed to live in
A world of my own ashes.
Sitting up in my bed,
Sweat beading on my forehead,
I smile,
And return to a peaceful slumber,
Only to wake,
In the world of my ashes once more.
Dear Lover,
I can tell you now,how I can prove I'm sure.
I know now,what I knew then:
I always loved you more.
See last night I got just one wish,
Before turning my brain loose.
And my brave subconcious self decided,
To switch my body to you.
I had your sharp green eyes so I could,
Cut you like a knife,
And give you the piercing,heart-beating glare,
Like I could end your life.
I had your hands, so strong and wide,
To punch right through the door,
And I had your muscled back and arms,
and all your wisdom stored.
Like all my dreams, you were there,
Only strangely, you were me.
Small and ugly and in the way,
And begging to be free.
Do you see now how I proved it,
What I've always known for sure? T
hrough it all, all thick and thin,
I always loved you more.
I loved you more because I couldn't,
Throw you across the floor.
I didn't have the courage
to toss you up against the door.
I couldn't find hate in my heart,
Worth marking your face for all to see,
I couldn't make you look the whole world in the eye,
Ashamed but met with pity.
See, I should have done you justice,
For the things you put me through,
Should have hurt you,should have scared you,
But I just couldn't do that to you.
There it is: I've proven my point.
Some things in this life I know.
I loved you truly, in and out,
You just didn't, it's time to let go.
I can tell you now,how I can prove I'm sure.
I know now,what I knew then:
I always loved you more.
See last night I got just one wish,
Before turning my brain loose.
And my brave subconcious self decided,
To switch my body to you.
I had your sharp green eyes so I could,
Cut you like a knife,
And give you the piercing,heart-beating glare,
Like I could end your life.
I had your hands, so strong and wide,
To punch right through the door,
And I had your muscled back and arms,
and all your wisdom stored.
Like all my dreams, you were there,
Only strangely, you were me.
Small and ugly and in the way,
And begging to be free.
Do you see now how I proved it,
What I've always known for sure? T
hrough it all, all thick and thin,
I always loved you more.
I loved you more because I couldn't,
Throw you across the floor.
I didn't have the courage
to toss you up against the door.
I couldn't find hate in my heart,
Worth marking your face for all to see,
I couldn't make you look the whole world in the eye,
Ashamed but met with pity.
See, I should have done you justice,
For the things you put me through,
Should have hurt you,should have scared you,
But I just couldn't do that to you.
There it is: I've proven my point.
Some things in this life I know.
I loved you truly, in and out,
You just didn't, it's time to let go.
untitles life
brutal behavior brought her sadness,
loneliness and eternal tears.
she cried of abandonment and fear.
sitting apone the cold filed..
seeing nothing but dark sky and
dusk of wind...
imagining life as a trapped bird
only to be released form the grip of evils hands.
to be scared of herself and what life may throw at her..
she cries.
"ikanaide!!!!"
shouts her soul
clinging onto her hair and scratching at her arms..
thinking of nights she would close her eyes,
wanting to spread her wings and fly away.
to tell herself to not exist.
like open roads and widened concepts of honesty.
"ikanaide!!!!!"
"hitorini shinaide!!!!!"
immobilized by the image she sees
taking of spirit in dancing trees.
take control of deadly fear
edge of life, death is near
whype your eyes, its will be over soon
and life will no longer see her
weep.
"carry me" shes speaks beyond heavenly god
feeling the pressure boil her out
exhausted she felt,
her knees grew weak,
one last step and she will fall
-kumiko Yamamoto
note- ikanaide-please don't go
hitorini shinaide - please don't leave me
brutal behavior brought her sadness,
loneliness and eternal tears.
she cried of abandonment and fear.
sitting apone the cold filed..
seeing nothing but dark sky and
dusk of wind...
imagining life as a trapped bird
only to be released form the grip of evils hands.
to be scared of herself and what life may throw at her..
she cries.
"ikanaide!!!!"
shouts her soul
clinging onto her hair and scratching at her arms..
thinking of nights she would close her eyes,
wanting to spread her wings and fly away.
to tell herself to not exist.
like open roads and widened concepts of honesty.
"ikanaide!!!!!"
"hitorini shinaide!!!!!"
immobilized by the image she sees
taking of spirit in dancing trees.
take control of deadly fear
edge of life, death is near
whype your eyes, its will be over soon
and life will no longer see her
weep.
"carry me" shes speaks beyond heavenly god
feeling the pressure boil her out
exhausted she felt,
her knees grew weak,
one last step and she will fall
-kumiko Yamamoto
note- ikanaide-please don't go
hitorini shinaide - please don't leave me
