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Incy Wincy Spider

poet Anonymous

Poetry Contest

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!

poet Anonymous

I don't have an entry yet but I will be submitting something soon. Is the image from the new Silent Hill movie?

poet Anonymous

Cthonian said:Is the image from the new Silent Hill movie?

Ding ding ding... we have a bonus point winner

poet Anonymous

:D Thought so!

Will be submitting my poem soon.

Atakti
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Oooooh, look at that... will be back with my entry.

Atakti
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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.

emoadi
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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.

MrAlptraum
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Mr A
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"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.

shaunda
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little miss muffit
sat there and puffed it
she binged and she purged a la carte

along came arachnid
mad at losing his eyelid
he chopped her into very fine art


And It's "Silent Hill Revelation"

kourtnissixxx
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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  
 
 
 

opheliac
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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!

Uley-Bone
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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
.

ImperfectedStone
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We were on the hill, in Disturbia.
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.

poet 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.

poet Anonymous

Sorry for the delay in awarding a trophy guys, working too much -_-

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