Poetry competition CLOSED 7th October 2012 11:23pm
WINNER
Flexy
Flexy
RUNNERS-UP:
marielavoue
and Kou_Indigo
I Am Beautiful.
Poetry Contest Description
Write about yourself.
Rules:
- If you don't like writing about your own beauty, I will allow you to write of someone else you adore.
- Must be titled
- Two poems per poet
- No length prohibitions
- No commenting in thread on poems or I will remove you from the competition
You have two weeks,
GO! :D
- If you don't like writing about your own beauty, I will allow you to write of someone else you adore.
- Must be titled
- Two poems per poet
- No length prohibitions
- No commenting in thread on poems or I will remove you from the competition
You have two weeks,
GO! :D
To start us off I will put one in--
Myself:
Shy blush mixed with tender smiles,
pale skin with sakura petal lips.
Intelligence taught from years
of pain and reading kept inside
one petite form.
Sometimes inappropriate and blunt,
but never faltering with loyalty
and affections.
Truly, though I am not perfect,
I am beautiful. I am rare.
Tender in the heart where it counts,
tough on the outside for self defense,
a true beauty often lost in
superficial ways.
Myself:
Shy blush mixed with tender smiles,
pale skin with sakura petal lips.
Intelligence taught from years
of pain and reading kept inside
one petite form.
Sometimes inappropriate and blunt,
but never faltering with loyalty
and affections.
Truly, though I am not perfect,
I am beautiful. I am rare.
Tender in the heart where it counts,
tough on the outside for self defense,
a true beauty often lost in
superficial ways.
Jordan
With a tender heart,
I'll love the parts that you dare
You weave your eyes, to sink into mine
You love that I'm fare,
And I love that you're wanting,
No bee in your bonnet, you care.
I'll adore your slim lips
So easy to kiss, and the likes of your facial hair
And my face is quite short, and like the rest of me, you don't mind.
Because my eyes take such space, you know different glares tell the time.
And in some lights you look dorky, and childish and sort of like me.
But it's that cheeky grin that stops me from getting to sleep.
And your hands are less damaged than mine,
Paler; I didn't know it could be
You've got much more hair,
But I love that it's there, it's a thrill to me
My heart is for yours,
Yours is mine and I sketch it so beautifully
And wherever this love takes us, we wont lose of our views
Cause when I leave at the end of the week
You're all I can think about
With a tender heart,
I'll love the parts that you dare
You weave your eyes, to sink into mine
You love that I'm fare,
And I love that you're wanting,
No bee in your bonnet, you care.
I'll adore your slim lips
So easy to kiss, and the likes of your facial hair
And my face is quite short, and like the rest of me, you don't mind.
Because my eyes take such space, you know different glares tell the time.
And in some lights you look dorky, and childish and sort of like me.
But it's that cheeky grin that stops me from getting to sleep.
And your hands are less damaged than mine,
Paler; I didn't know it could be
You've got much more hair,
But I love that it's there, it's a thrill to me
My heart is for yours,
Yours is mine and I sketch it so beautifully
And wherever this love takes us, we wont lose of our views
Cause when I leave at the end of the week
You're all I can think about
This poem is about me (so embarrassing!!)
African Violet
You came by,
in a suit and a tie,
and an eye,
a saddened eye,
with one foot in the ground
and one in the sky
and you,
you spoke of an African violet
and the need for a pilot
to an island,
of some silence.
And you,
you went to the temple
to pray to God,
to find a way to
dampen the riot
You came by,
seeking the silence
in a suit and a tie,
an African violet
African Violet
You came by,
in a suit and a tie,
and an eye,
a saddened eye,
with one foot in the ground
and one in the sky
and you,
you spoke of an African violet
and the need for a pilot
to an island,
of some silence.
And you,
you went to the temple
to pray to God,
to find a way to
dampen the riot
You came by,
seeking the silence
in a suit and a tie,
an African violet
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The sunflower:
A flower that is just glanced at
and never truly viewed,
not coveted by many
for I have no captivating perfume,
nor does my appearance inspire sonnets
or a fascination for my hues.
No, my beauty lies elsewhere,
it’s in the way I face the sun
and worship its rays,
how I stand tall and proud
amongst the weeds that would
choke and block my way.
I have no scent to speak of,
but where other
delicate aromatic flowers
would wilt and die, I thrive;
a harsh environment
does not spell my demise.
I am wild,
like the wind and the rain,
I grow where I please and
where I am pleased I stay,
and just when you think
I’ve died and gone away,
come the spring,
I grow strong and tall again.
I come in many varied forms
my colors all are warm,
I will put on a display
dressed in my best for “Ra”
as he warms my face.
I am a humble blossom to say the least,
but my secret is…
there is much I carry within.
I am proliferous;
my oil can be used in many ways,
all my colors can become
dies of multiple shades.
My canes help other flowers
for I’m strong and true,
my fruit feeds the fauna that brings
pleasure with their song to me and you.
I am a sunflower,
ignore me if you choose
when you come this way,
you will miss out on
much more than you know,
for you could not see
beyond my humble display.
Gypsy Red
*metaphoric description of myself
Who She Is
Hair made of espresso, gold, amber, and teal
Flowing down to her shoulderblades
Many of the layers making it wavy, messy, and tousled
Easy to run fingers through though
Eyes, green with a flash of copper
Trimmed with long lusty lashes
Kind eyes, soft eyes, sad eyes
They tell you a story, if you let them
Full lips, a soft shade of pink
Teasing, playful, seductive
A smile that comes easily
A kiss that comes tenderly
She wears her aunts ring on her thumb.
Her hands are gentle and calm
They don't quiver or shake
They heal, garden, cook, and play
She is a quite shy person
Unless you know her better
She has never been in a fight
And detests violence all together
Her heart beats too quickly
For her friends who she loves
She'd do anything to help them.
Loyalty she gives freely, love she gives early.
Her friends and family are her world.
She feels a need to protect them.
But not overly so, just in small ways.
To have noone would be her downfall
She loves singing, and has a meadow larks voice
But her shyness consumes her and keeps her quiet.
Only those closest to her know how she sounds
It is a privileage not granted to many.
Where ever she goes she talks with the strangers
Always gives a helping hand to the bums.
Not taking anything in return
Giving all she can so that they won't starve.
She is a kind hearted soul, easily broken
Her heartbreak has made her who she is today.
She never wants anyone to feel her pain
So she gives as much kindness to those around her as she can.
Hair made of espresso, gold, amber, and teal
Flowing down to her shoulderblades
Many of the layers making it wavy, messy, and tousled
Easy to run fingers through though
Eyes, green with a flash of copper
Trimmed with long lusty lashes
Kind eyes, soft eyes, sad eyes
They tell you a story, if you let them
Full lips, a soft shade of pink
Teasing, playful, seductive
A smile that comes easily
A kiss that comes tenderly
She wears her aunts ring on her thumb.
Her hands are gentle and calm
They don't quiver or shake
They heal, garden, cook, and play
She is a quite shy person
Unless you know her better
She has never been in a fight
And detests violence all together
Her heart beats too quickly
For her friends who she loves
She'd do anything to help them.
Loyalty she gives freely, love she gives early.
Her friends and family are her world.
She feels a need to protect them.
But not overly so, just in small ways.
To have noone would be her downfall
She loves singing, and has a meadow larks voice
But her shyness consumes her and keeps her quiet.
Only those closest to her know how she sounds
It is a privileage not granted to many.
Where ever she goes she talks with the strangers
Always gives a helping hand to the bums.
Not taking anything in return
Giving all she can so that they won't starve.
She is a kind hearted soul, easily broken
Her heartbreak has made her who she is today.
She never wants anyone to feel her pain
So she gives as much kindness to those around her as she can.
Graying Telephone Poll
When I first wake up each day I still feel the same
Rolling out of bed with focus, purpose, and energy
Not until I face the mirror am I so painfully reminded
I'm not thirty-five anymore ...
The age I am and will always be in my mind's eye
What I now lament as the peak, the height of my summer
As I walk down the street, I still check out the pretty girls
The twenty-somethings that used to smile back and respond
Most of them do not see me, that is when they're not texting
Those that do give me a polite smile borne out of respect
It's not that I am invisible, no I am still here
Just a graying telephone pole that hides in plain sight
Like the real ones that no one notices until they are hit or fall
Or a man in fluorescent has climbed to work on the wires
Sometimes I mope and cry it's not fair, why me
When did my youth, my prince charmingness wither
The sad thing is my wife says I'm handsome and I believe her
Though when I see recent photos I do have my doubt
On really bad days I long to be young again, reaminated
But then I regain my humility and my wisdom
The days of youth have come and gone, never to return
I siezed them forgng a career, a reputation, a life
I have earned these scars, wrinkles, and gray hairs
becoming the man I am today, the foundation of what's yet to be
When I come to this place called acceptance and contentment
I recall that never before did I ever feel this way
Those early years were spent striving, fending off doubt
Pursuing a busy life full of emptiness
It is then that I sigh and smile and savor peacefulness
No longer afraid of what the camera or the mirror shows
When I first wake up each day I still feel the same
Rolling out of bed with focus, purpose, and energy
Not until I face the mirror am I so painfully reminded
I'm not thirty-five anymore ...
The age I am and will always be in my mind's eye
What I now lament as the peak, the height of my summer
As I walk down the street, I still check out the pretty girls
The twenty-somethings that used to smile back and respond
Most of them do not see me, that is when they're not texting
Those that do give me a polite smile borne out of respect
It's not that I am invisible, no I am still here
Just a graying telephone pole that hides in plain sight
Like the real ones that no one notices until they are hit or fall
Or a man in fluorescent has climbed to work on the wires
Sometimes I mope and cry it's not fair, why me
When did my youth, my prince charmingness wither
The sad thing is my wife says I'm handsome and I believe her
Though when I see recent photos I do have my doubt
On really bad days I long to be young again, reaminated
But then I regain my humility and my wisdom
The days of youth have come and gone, never to return
I siezed them forgng a career, a reputation, a life
I have earned these scars, wrinkles, and gray hairs
becoming the man I am today, the foundation of what's yet to be
When I come to this place called acceptance and contentment
I recall that never before did I ever feel this way
Those early years were spent striving, fending off doubt
Pursuing a busy life full of emptiness
It is then that I sigh and smile and savor peacefulness
No longer afraid of what the camera or the mirror shows
usually on hill-billy
ain't bad
ain't great
got by on swag
approaching cocky
good for a laugh
looks half as old
as he feels
vibrant enough to trick dimple
smirk, and iris into a tempting trap
almost worth gettin caught
in
a hope fiend
the disguised optimism
defies optics
an attitude of beauty
infectious
well worth being near to
ain't bad
ain't great
to look at
but listen,
he's got an awfully handsome tongue
ain't bad
ain't great
got by on swag
approaching cocky
good for a laugh
looks half as old
as he feels
vibrant enough to trick dimple
smirk, and iris into a tempting trap
almost worth gettin caught
in
a hope fiend
the disguised optimism
defies optics
an attitude of beauty
infectious
well worth being near to
ain't bad
ain't great
to look at
but listen,
he's got an awfully handsome tongue
"ugly"
her perfectly crooked-toothed smile
could almost convert you to believe
that the flat world turns the wrong way
blood lotus hair appears unattended
but is flawlessly awry, framing
but never squaring the quirky wet-glass eyes
that are only dissolved by seekers
of unblemished skin and tailored hair
picture her:
two knees cradled in dirty soft grass
finding beauty in a deadened thistle
understanding yet oblivious
of the utter perfection in her ugliness
her perfectly crooked-toothed smile
could almost convert you to believe
that the flat world turns the wrong way
blood lotus hair appears unattended
but is flawlessly awry, framing
but never squaring the quirky wet-glass eyes
that are only dissolved by seekers
of unblemished skin and tailored hair
picture her:
two knees cradled in dirty soft grass
finding beauty in a deadened thistle
understanding yet oblivious
of the utter perfection in her ugliness
Beauty
Lovely Flower
Floating in a crystal stream
Resting
Perfection at its best
The smile of infinity
The touch of the skin
Your hand
Gently resting on mine
Tracing
Your outline
With my finger tips
Catching light so elegantly
Loves the embrace
Diamond in crested eyes dancing wildly
With a perfect hold of my soul
Ever so lightly
Holds the glance
While staring into mine
I experience
The essence of your body
I cant live
Without such a cause
The love that's in my heart
Cant resist
The combination of our soul
The cause of...
Beauty
Lovely Flower
Floating in a crystal stream
Resting
Perfection at its best
The smile of infinity
The touch of the skin
Your hand
Gently resting on mine
Tracing
Your outline
With my finger tips
Catching light so elegantly
Loves the embrace
Diamond in crested eyes dancing wildly
With a perfect hold of my soul
Ever so lightly
Holds the glance
While staring into mine
I experience
The essence of your body
I cant live
Without such a cause
The love that's in my heart
Cant resist
The combination of our soul
The cause of...
Beauty
