Poetry competition CLOSED 24th October 2012 9:30pm
WINNER
DirtyMartini
DirtyMartini
RUNNERS-UP:
SupHomeboi
and RKX
A Poem on POETRY COMPETITIONS
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poem on poetry competitions. How you feel about them. The subjects, fair or not, seen any favoritism, real subjectivity, rules broken, fun & worthwhile, anything you feel about them, etc.
No limit on words.
Poetic license on style.
Collaborations accepted (both poets will get credit if selected as the winner).
Two entries per poet.
Good luck to everyone.
PLEASE, NO CONVERSATION ON THE THREAD...JUST POETRY!
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Poetic license on style.
Collaborations accepted (both poets will get credit if selected as the winner).
Two entries per poet.
Good luck to everyone.
PLEASE, NO CONVERSATION ON THE THREAD...JUST POETRY!
http://rakstagemom.files.wordpress.com/2012/03/poetry-from-india-talkies-online.jpg
Anonymous
POETRY COMPETITIONS
I love poetry competitions
Especially when I win
It is hard to be a mod
Because so much good stuff comes in
It is sad to see an empty competition
Sit there and wither
So sometimes I just write a poem
To keep the comp afloat
Some poets are ready to be laureates
While others lack spell check
You have to drag these poets to realize
That it makes no use to yell
Foul play, when grammars gone to hell
When I first joined
I thought there was an in-group
Now that I have been here
Almost a year
I can assure you no-one is anyone's good friend
Just read the discussions and cry
For there are people here
Who thinks it is funny for Jews to die
So all you new members
Do not be afraid
You have joined the DUP madhouse
Where thorazine needs to be administered
Every day, or lacking that, self medicate
And then the members may act ok
If you are serious about your craft
Do not be deterred
By the negative and emotionally immature
Who seem to jump up at every curve
Seek out those who are good in spirit
There are MANY OF THOSE
IGNORE the bad, but receive the good
For good people and good poets
Keep DUP alive!
Anonymous
That's the spirit Kitty...thanks.
BTW, I don't think it's funny a all....Strider
BTW, I don't think it's funny a all....Strider
"Uninspired"
It's all gone a bit too stale;
overly achromatic.
It's not that I wince
when I stare out the window
but more that I sigh
and watch the wind take branches -
branches that are all but alive
like a rigored, fingered corpse
hanging from the earth
doing what the wind and eye permits.
My marrow is deaf:
every aching chord of life
grows monotone and groans
as I imagine the equable notes
of a decayed Elvis would sound.
Dead.
All rusting in my eyes
without the red of a dying element.
Without the elements of life.
It's all gone a bit too stale;
overly achromatic.
It's not that I wince
when I stare out the window
but more that I sigh
and watch the wind take branches -
branches that are all but alive
like a rigored, fingered corpse
hanging from the earth
doing what the wind and eye permits.
My marrow is deaf:
every aching chord of life
grows monotone and groans
as I imagine the equable notes
of a decayed Elvis would sound.
Dead.
All rusting in my eyes
without the red of a dying element.
Without the elements of life.
The Chosen One
I've seen unique techniques waiting to be critiqued
Judged all for the love of writing
Very exciting to observe lyrical fighting
A clash of amateurs and titans
Each syllable is like bloodshed
Staining the cyber thread with prose and rhyme
Until the deadline then it's time
To announce the victor above all his/her victims
Praised for his/her poetic wisdom
Awarded a trophy for his/her contribution
Next competition others seek retribution
It wasn't his/her fault that there can only be one
He/she won remember it's all in fun
I've seen unique techniques waiting to be critiqued
Judged all for the love of writing
Very exciting to observe lyrical fighting
A clash of amateurs and titans
Each syllable is like bloodshed
Staining the cyber thread with prose and rhyme
Until the deadline then it's time
To announce the victor above all his/her victims
Praised for his/her poetic wisdom
Awarded a trophy for his/her contribution
Next competition others seek retribution
It wasn't his/her fault that there can only be one
He/she won remember it's all in fun
Anonymous
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The competition
Wordsmiths and poets
Beginners and honed writers
They use their prowess
Against each other
To express better
What’s in their mind…
Epics and extravaganzas
Yields of their beliefs
Their thoughts traverse
Through magnificent mindscapes
And ethereal dreamscapes
Others standing on reality’s starkness
The worlds of poets come alive
In pages on the computer screen
Words good and divine
Vie with slurs of those in pain
Their hearts on their sleeves
Flowing on into expressions
The winner decided
The runners-up named
The applause made
The competition starts again
The fun begins again for most
The discontentment set for some
Wordsmiths and poets
Beginners and honed writers
They use their prowess
Against each other
To express better
What’s in their mind…
Epics and extravaganzas
Yields of their beliefs
Their thoughts traverse
Through magnificent mindscapes
And ethereal dreamscapes
Others standing on reality’s starkness
The worlds of poets come alive
In pages on the computer screen
Words good and divine
Vie with slurs of those in pain
Their hearts on their sleeves
Flowing on into expressions
The winner decided
The runners-up named
The applause made
The competition starts again
The fun begins again for most
The discontentment set for some
"I"rony
Never wrote a poem
with the idea I might win
before
I wrote this one
because the reason I begin it
is
the subject
I have been compelled to write about
in order to enter
requires that
I might be the winner.
So, even tho
I am just a beginner at
writing
to conquer
or perhaps that is too strong,
I am just playing along
with a concept
not an adept
at beating all you other poets.
I will not say
what I am thinking
but I am thinking that
I am going to
unless maybe "I" is in this poem too often
and I lose because of it
in which case
I will just go
jump off a bridge somewhere
or a tall building,
falling through thin air into
dark
poetic
"I"rony.
Never wrote a poem
with the idea I might win
before
I wrote this one
because the reason I begin it
is
the subject
I have been compelled to write about
in order to enter
requires that
I might be the winner.
So, even tho
I am just a beginner at
writing
to conquer
or perhaps that is too strong,
I am just playing along
with a concept
not an adept
at beating all you other poets.
I will not say
what I am thinking
but I am thinking that
I am going to
unless maybe "I" is in this poem too often
and I lose because of it
in which case
I will just go
jump off a bridge somewhere
or a tall building,
falling through thin air into
dark
poetic
"I"rony.
Poetry Contests...
I have entered so many contests,
And I’m starting to wonder why,
Just sitting here thinking about it,
Makes me want to cry.
I always try to do my best,
To make my words compelling,
I make sure not to use text speak,
And I even check my spelling.
But it seems that whatever I do,
My words just get neglected,
And though I start with high hopes,
I always end up feeling rejected.
I wish I knew the judge’s address,
Or at least of their PayPal account,
Then I could at least send them a bribe,
Just tell me the correct amount.
Just once I’d like a great big trophy,
That I could stand up on the floor,
Or even just a paper certificate,
That I could put on the refrigerator door.
Just once I’d like to hold my head,
High above the crowd,
Be able to phone my mom,
And make her really proud.
But, now I enter another contest,
And I’ll probably crash and burn,
I should probably take up another hobby,
But, I guess I’ll never learn.
10-16-12.
I have entered so many contests,
And I’m starting to wonder why,
Just sitting here thinking about it,
Makes me want to cry.
I always try to do my best,
To make my words compelling,
I make sure not to use text speak,
And I even check my spelling.
But it seems that whatever I do,
My words just get neglected,
And though I start with high hopes,
I always end up feeling rejected.
I wish I knew the judge’s address,
Or at least of their PayPal account,
Then I could at least send them a bribe,
Just tell me the correct amount.
Just once I’d like a great big trophy,
That I could stand up on the floor,
Or even just a paper certificate,
That I could put on the refrigerator door.
Just once I’d like to hold my head,
High above the crowd,
Be able to phone my mom,
And make her really proud.
But, now I enter another contest,
And I’ll probably crash and burn,
I should probably take up another hobby,
But, I guess I’ll never learn.
10-16-12.
I suppose you'd like 293 words
on how I feel
when I tie my shoelaces,
or 5 lines
each line beginning with an adjective
conjuring images
of how I believe I would live my life
as a horsefly.
I'll give you 13 words
on what I'd do as a homosexual paraplegic,
a poem shaped as an hour glass
to decipher the riddles of my youth.
I could easily give four
3,000 word long chapters
of seamless prose
on the bacon that's cooking
under my grill
and judging by the swing of things
it won't be long before I'm asked.
(I must remember to rhyme alternate
lines next time)
on how I feel
when I tie my shoelaces,
or 5 lines
each line beginning with an adjective
conjuring images
of how I believe I would live my life
as a horsefly.
I'll give you 13 words
on what I'd do as a homosexual paraplegic,
a poem shaped as an hour glass
to decipher the riddles of my youth.
I could easily give four
3,000 word long chapters
of seamless prose
on the bacon that's cooking
under my grill
and judging by the swing of things
it won't be long before I'm asked.
(I must remember to rhyme alternate
lines next time)
Why do I try to find acceptance from others
Is there some need inside that needs to be criticized
Or are others' praises to be yearned for like a mothers
When inside our hearts they cry out
We submit to the will of others
Knowing that we will all be judged
Wanting to feel some recognition
Or to be punished for our thoughts
When we win we beam and glow with pride
But when we lose we feel we've died inside
Our ego feels every single shot
As our hopes and dreams soon start to rot.
A dying poem in
an unforgiving sea
Bashed in sweeping waves
Lost and swayed inwardly,
Drowned yet saved
Her arms extended,
hardly seen
By a life of sunsets,
The visions merely dreams
And the oceans upon words,
Bashing and wet,
A thousand breaths cannot save her life of words,
for the death bell sounds on the beaches,
The chimes forevermore
Every grain of sand vibrating with fear,
her words drowned at sunset,
near
And awash
into a sea of tears
A dying poem
in every possibility
For every grain of sand....
In combats field,
Sunk forevermore
Anonymous
- Wither and Decay
A wise man, grown from predjudice
Learnt of strategic intervention
Subtle yet confronting
I speak unto you, I spread my corrosion
The state of affairs is deplorable
This decaying entity we've manifested
As it slowly withers and rots
I attempt to salvage whatever remains
As bigotry, prejudice and doubt
Fills our minds with fear and hate
I rise above, and play my own game
I am the loner, I watch the wise men fall
They fall from grace
We must plan for our future
And repair the damage that has been done
Incompetence, nepotism and stupidity
These diseases must be undone
But I have the solution
For I am the cure
And I am here today, to take my stance
And you, another voice of the voiceless
For I speak through you
I implore of you to join me
In the creation of something entirely new
For with me I behold acceptance
Honour, integrity and pride
And now we as one, rise up
Welcome to the game.
Now watch, as this entity.. withers and decays.
A wise man, grown from predjudice
Learnt of strategic intervention
Subtle yet confronting
I speak unto you, I spread my corrosion
The state of affairs is deplorable
This decaying entity we've manifested
As it slowly withers and rots
I attempt to salvage whatever remains
As bigotry, prejudice and doubt
Fills our minds with fear and hate
I rise above, and play my own game
I am the loner, I watch the wise men fall
They fall from grace
We must plan for our future
And repair the damage that has been done
Incompetence, nepotism and stupidity
These diseases must be undone
But I have the solution
For I am the cure
And I am here today, to take my stance
And you, another voice of the voiceless
For I speak through you
I implore of you to join me
In the creation of something entirely new
For with me I behold acceptance
Honour, integrity and pride
And now we as one, rise up
Welcome to the game.
Now watch, as this entity.. withers and decays.
