Poetry competition CLOSED 23rd November 2012 2:15pm
WINNER
kourtnissixxx
kourtnissixxx
RUNNERS-UP:
ImperfectedStone
and Uley-Bone
Page:
Incy Wincy Spider
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Write a dark poem based on the following image:
http://i1072.photobucket.com/albums/w371/missysub/spider.jpg
Write a dark poem about this image (Bonus points if you can tell me which movie it is advertising at the moment. I saw this image on a film poster and had to see what other people thought of it.)
Rules:
* New poems only
* Collabs allowed
* One entry only
* No word limit
* two weeks.
Have fun!
Write a dark poem about this image (Bonus points if you can tell me which movie it is advertising at the moment. I saw this image on a film poster and had to see what other people thought of it.)
Rules:
* New poems only
* Collabs allowed
* One entry only
* No word limit
* two weeks.
Have fun!
Anonymous
I don't have an entry yet but I will be submitting something soon. Is the image from the new Silent Hill movie?
Anonymous
:D Thought so!
Will be submitting my poem soon.
Will be submitting my poem soon.
Scuttle
Sisters, spin and plunge. This
morass home breaks.
Sisters, we pray. Fold
our hands, pat and stroke.
Dwindled and fragmented, we
invoke Him.
Domine Deus Omnipotens in Cuius
Manu Omnis Victoria Consistit
We behold a stir; a scent of
sweet breath threads the air.
Sisters, scurry, hurry. A
scrape enkindles our thirst.
Sisters! She comes closer,
ever closer. Betimes we sup.
Sisters, spin and plunge. This
morass home breaks.
Sisters, we pray. Fold
our hands, pat and stroke.
Dwindled and fragmented, we
invoke Him.
Domine Deus Omnipotens in Cuius
Manu Omnis Victoria Consistit
We behold a stir; a scent of
sweet breath threads the air.
Sisters, scurry, hurry. A
scrape enkindles our thirst.
Sisters! She comes closer,
ever closer. Betimes we sup.
The Demise Of Spiderman And The Flygirl
From between moving clouds
out of blue sky way beyond
the sun shines through temperamentally
down into our pensive atmosphere.
Onto a capitalistic spider
as he spins his business web
from the branches of the systems tree.
On a poor fly trapped
in the bondage of regulations
and eaten up in her own sexuality.
But subversive winds of change
blows through the branches
destroying the spiders web of gain.
Then crying rain comes roaring down
and the spider is washed up;
down into a muddy drain.
From between moving clouds
out of blue sky way beyond
the sun shines through temperamentally
down into our pensive atmosphere.
Onto a capitalistic spider
as he spins his business web
from the branches of the systems tree.
On a poor fly trapped
in the bondage of regulations
and eaten up in her own sexuality.
But subversive winds of change
blows through the branches
destroying the spiders web of gain.
Then crying rain comes roaring down
and the spider is washed up;
down into a muddy drain.
"Webs"
It is hysterical
how we walk around pretending
we are free, yet still afraid to scream
except in the arms and legs of others
that only see the normality
in the arcane mutations that mushroomed.
Autumn was a month late this year
the November bees lay furled and aflame
stinging at the night's full-beam.
As the brutal wind marauds what's left
from the scrawny, oblique branches,
taking leaves closer to you
than my bones will ever venture,
I don't want to scream anymore.
The hellion needn't hide, and our past
is as blurry as sin
and I hope it's just as warm where you are.
It is hysterical
how we walk around pretending
we are free, yet still afraid to scream
except in the arms and legs of others
that only see the normality
in the arcane mutations that mushroomed.
Autumn was a month late this year
the November bees lay furled and aflame
stinging at the night's full-beam.
As the brutal wind marauds what's left
from the scrawny, oblique branches,
taking leaves closer to you
than my bones will ever venture,
I don't want to scream anymore.
The hellion needn't hide, and our past
is as blurry as sin
and I hope it's just as warm where you are.
Never seen the movie, but this is what was inspired from the photo.
"Marionette Webs"
The
Piercing
Veil of
Prolonged
Anguish
Was sewn
With the
Intricate
Fingers of
A
Manipulators
Craft in
Suffering
A
Wicked
Speculum of
Geppetto
Grins with
Atrocious
Fangs
As he
Laughs callously
While lovely
Corpses
Shiver under
Crimson scalpels
Of
Plagiarized
Identity
Bits and
Pieces
Of
Orphaned trauma
Delicately
Convulse
As he
Personifies
Exploitation
And
Stitches
Stark insanity
Into a
Schizophrenic
Masterpiece
Arachnophobia
Surfaces
As a
Cephalothorax
Quivers maliciously
And
Appendages
Violently shudder
Under glances
Of
Noxious
Yet
Desensitized
Human
Pupils
A
Horrendous
Abomination
Of a man
Is
Cruelly
Victimized
As a
Grotesque
Flesh
And
Wooden
Hybrid spider
Indulges
In a
Truly
Sadistic
Tainted soul
It
Devours
Harvested organs
And
Plays
The part of
Puppeteer
As his
Limbs
And
Face
Are stolen
Forever
A
Disfigured
Piece of
Elegant
Marionette webs
"Marionette Webs"
The
Piercing
Veil of
Prolonged
Anguish
Was sewn
With the
Intricate
Fingers of
A
Manipulators
Craft in
Suffering
A
Wicked
Speculum of
Geppetto
Grins with
Atrocious
Fangs
As he
Laughs callously
While lovely
Corpses
Shiver under
Crimson scalpels
Of
Plagiarized
Identity
Bits and
Pieces
Of
Orphaned trauma
Delicately
Convulse
As he
Personifies
Exploitation
And
Stitches
Stark insanity
Into a
Schizophrenic
Masterpiece
Arachnophobia
Surfaces
As a
Cephalothorax
Quivers maliciously
And
Appendages
Violently shudder
Under glances
Of
Noxious
Yet
Desensitized
Human
Pupils
A
Horrendous
Abomination
Of a man
Is
Cruelly
Victimized
As a
Grotesque
Flesh
And
Wooden
Hybrid spider
Indulges
In a
Truly
Sadistic
Tainted soul
It
Devours
Harvested organs
And
Plays
The part of
Puppeteer
As his
Limbs
And
Face
Are stolen
Forever
A
Disfigured
Piece of
Elegant
Marionette webs
nothing relevant with the competition but i feel like sharing it anyway:
I've got the cutest nephew an aunty could have. We're teaching him english and this song is his favourite but instead of singing
'itsy wincy spider' he's singing 'pizza pizza spider' instead, with such a funny accent!!! He's adorable!!!
and carry on
apologies for the disruption!
I've got the cutest nephew an aunty could have. We're teaching him english and this song is his favourite but instead of singing
'itsy wincy spider' he's singing 'pizza pizza spider' instead, with such a funny accent!!! He's adorable!!!
and carry on
apologies for the disruption!
The Undertow
Led unto his obsidian pane
beneath which dreams
become unfixed within
the cerebral web.
She dreamed of you...
Subconscious panels shift
unhinged within the sterling frame
which once caged the spirit
captive an asylum
of the fiercest cold chamber
of the heart.
Within the pain-drive
Helplessly watching on
as a another soul is shattered
in Heaven's residue.
Marked from Hell
by white quills
with bloody nibs
scrawling the divine name
of Mother Night.
Arms clasped tight, upon her sterile womb...
Lie thee down,
chile-acolyte,
among those passionate tides
where the heart and soul
desire to be kept
pure and undefiled,
curled up unto
a child-like faith
within the precious warmth
all of loving arms
around you
Her spirit has drawn many faces,
thick with old paint...
As she who waits
beneath the wreckage
of once beautiful stars,
amidst tainted waters
which ebb and wan
along the mortal shore.
You can never trace
the travel
of the dark undertow
in the mad,
chaotic descent of man
and angel...
Capture the emotional pique
upon the changing face...
And of what other creatures
that should never be.
... A ripple of echoes
distilled from the angels
mad laughter.
Led unto his obsidian pane
beneath which dreams
become unfixed within
the cerebral web.
She dreamed of you...
Subconscious panels shift
unhinged within the sterling frame
which once caged the spirit
captive an asylum
of the fiercest cold chamber
of the heart.
Within the pain-drive
Helplessly watching on
as a another soul is shattered
in Heaven's residue.
Marked from Hell
by white quills
with bloody nibs
scrawling the divine name
of Mother Night.
Arms clasped tight, upon her sterile womb...
Lie thee down,
chile-acolyte,
among those passionate tides
where the heart and soul
desire to be kept
pure and undefiled,
curled up unto
a child-like faith
within the precious warmth
all of loving arms
around you
Her spirit has drawn many faces,
thick with old paint...
As she who waits
beneath the wreckage
of once beautiful stars,
amidst tainted waters
which ebb and wan
along the mortal shore.
You can never trace
the travel
of the dark undertow
in the mad,
chaotic descent of man
and angel...
Capture the emotional pique
upon the changing face...
And of what other creatures
that should never be.
... A ripple of echoes
distilled from the angels
mad laughter.
And she glanced at me, the light of excitement and execution in her eyes. I set alight to the torch.
We were on the hill, this stale Disturbia,
where the heads and the feet and the hands are the puppet strings of my memory, ever and always on repeat.
We were on the hill, a fireballing Disturbia.
And all was quiet, all was wooden and fixed and accepted
unlike anything that would ever occur in a Psychiatrist's chair.
Anonymous
“Oh, The Webbed Deceptions We Play”
http://i1072.photobucket.com/albums/w371/missysub/spider.jpg
Black-widowed violence
takes many a horrific form,
red mutilated images in full color,
penetrating multiple lying eyes.
A webbed evil stellar conscience
stretching the wildest bloody imaginations,
taking everyone and everything with it,
no prisoners seeking vengeance, we lie in wait.
Always hidden in the shadows of our depraved minds,
it is our truest reflection, not readily admitted,
omitted for the sake of divine justice,
the ability to kill in each of us.
http://i1072.photobucket.com/albums/w371/missysub/spider.jpg
Black-widowed violence
takes many a horrific form,
red mutilated images in full color,
penetrating multiple lying eyes.
A webbed evil stellar conscience
stretching the wildest bloody imaginations,
taking everyone and everything with it,
no prisoners seeking vengeance, we lie in wait.
Always hidden in the shadows of our depraved minds,
it is our truest reflection, not readily admitted,
omitted for the sake of divine justice,
the ability to kill in each of us.
Anonymous
Sorry for the delay in awarding a trophy guys, working too much -_-
