Poetry competition CLOSED 20th December 2012 10:13pm
WINNER
Firebyrd
Firebyrd
Write a poem about this image
Poetry Contest Description
Write about the man you see or how it makes your feel
http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mbvnwfal7I1qczwklo1_500.jpg
Morimoe
Rules:
No collabs
Two poems per poet
500 word max
No poems written in bold
No conversation in thread, other than commenting on others work
You have two weeks
<3
AlwaysCaliban
Morimoe
Rules:
No collabs
Two poems per poet
500 word max
No poems written in bold
No conversation in thread, other than commenting on others work
You have two weeks
<3
AlwaysCaliban
The Gift
Had he any choice...
he would not have allowed
the words to come out
Yet...
they heaved themselves against
his tongue...
pressing against his gums
exploding through his lips
spilling over and out
Manifesting dreams...
Like a crayola colored Picasso
Touching....everything
seeping into the conscious
thoughts...of all who
happened by...
Creating....the gateway
for humans...to embrace
The Power in positively
spoken words.
Had he any choice...
he would not have allowed
the words to come out
Yet...
they heaved themselves against
his tongue...
pressing against his gums
exploding through his lips
spilling over and out
Manifesting dreams...
Like a crayola colored Picasso
Touching....everything
seeping into the conscious
thoughts...of all who
happened by...
Creating....the gateway
for humans...to embrace
The Power in positively
spoken words.
Anonymous
Yeah, i'll get involved
guillemet three.
guillemet three.
Contradiction
Always...lively
able to lift spirits
with no effort at all
3..to 5 words maximum
He always knew what to say
While his eyes..
Haunted and aching...
burdened with the plight
Of one who sees...beyond
the veil.
Smiling brightly
while verbally guiding
All he encounters away
From the Nether realms...
You can tell...
the door to his soul
is standing wide open
spilling over
For all to see.
Always...lively
able to lift spirits
with no effort at all
3..to 5 words maximum
He always knew what to say
While his eyes..
Haunted and aching...
burdened with the plight
Of one who sees...beyond
the veil.
Smiling brightly
while verbally guiding
All he encounters away
From the Nether realms...
You can tell...
the door to his soul
is standing wide open
spilling over
For all to see.
Anonymous
“Candy Face Glitter”
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They had beautiful dreams planned,
all their wishes could be found
deep inside their heads,
they made their stand and
lived for each other.
They did not smother, they
supported the bond, both fond
of one another to the highest degree.
They had weathered the most
difficult of storms, thick and thin
they wore like twins, they
overlooked the small sins,
which they both enjoyed.
Because of her raw beauty,
he had called her Candy Face
always he was treated so sweetly.
She left him for good that morning.
The disease that had ravished her body,
finally took its toll, they buried
her six feet down in a dark hole.
Now, her precious memory is
the colored glitter that drips
from his lost soul
in torrents.
http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mbvnwfal7I1qczwklo1_500.jpg
They had beautiful dreams planned,
all their wishes could be found
deep inside their heads,
they made their stand and
lived for each other.
They did not smother, they
supported the bond, both fond
of one another to the highest degree.
They had weathered the most
difficult of storms, thick and thin
they wore like twins, they
overlooked the small sins,
which they both enjoyed.
Because of her raw beauty,
he had called her Candy Face
always he was treated so sweetly.
She left him for good that morning.
The disease that had ravished her body,
finally took its toll, they buried
her six feet down in a dark hole.
Now, her precious memory is
the colored glitter that drips
from his lost soul
in torrents.
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Amongst The Ashes
He is amongst the ashes
down trodden and thread bear
tear stained expression
on a face forced to swallow the stars
There in his eyes I see the Universe
how far do I have too reach
to touch what is there
The pain crawls through his veins
I can see it as it moves
blood on his lips stay silent
as the earth cries
and the leaves fall to make his bed
He moves enveloped in the wilderness
where they cannot find him
the victim of their brutal sport
A fallen Angel
that wants to find his way back
he has been here too long
punished harshly through time
spirit broken
it's time to leave
he whispers
"take me home"
Amongst The Ashes
He is amongst the ashes
down trodden and thread bear
tear stained expression
on a face forced to swallow the stars
There in his eyes I see the Universe
how far do I have too reach
to touch what is there
The pain crawls through his veins
I can see it as it moves
blood on his lips stay silent
as the earth cries
and the leaves fall to make his bed
He moves enveloped in the wilderness
where they cannot find him
the victim of their brutal sport
A fallen Angel
that wants to find his way back
he has been here too long
punished harshly through time
spirit broken
it's time to leave
he whispers
"take me home"
"Assault and battery of the wind can never tear."
And all slaughter of wind
begins with crack of back
and bone as Gods roared
and I felt their fear.
Wails lullibied lit-up nights
sail of moan, deep the rise
of flight as Gods roared
and I heard their fear.
To find shore, we bled sextant shine
that bruising bound, only to find
battered round as Gods roared
and I saw their fear.
Words sprayed salted waves
for words not said, and wet is
youth's bed as Gods roared
and I smelled their fear.
Fists painted starry red lips
and kissed the tainted ships of
sweat dripped as Gods roared
and I tasted their fear.
To break the wreck of soul
for sake of a sea
once whole, and I roar!
"Why did you fear me?"
I was just a child."
And all slaughter of wind
begins with crack of back
and bone as Gods roared
and I felt their fear.
Wails lullibied lit-up nights
sail of moan, deep the rise
of flight as Gods roared
and I heard their fear.
To find shore, we bled sextant shine
that bruising bound, only to find
battered round as Gods roared
and I saw their fear.
Words sprayed salted waves
for words not said, and wet is
youth's bed as Gods roared
and I smelled their fear.
Fists painted starry red lips
and kissed the tainted ships of
sweat dripped as Gods roared
and I tasted their fear.
To break the wreck of soul
for sake of a sea
once whole, and I roar!
"Why did you fear me?"
I was just a child."
Anonymous
Colors are the only thing left,
Bursting from within his chest,
Stained with memories of the past,
When beauty was still a word,
Buttercups still grew strewn in the grass,
And the birds sang tunes,
Of happiness,
No misery or war,
He's the only one,
With love inside him truly.
He is the hope for peace,
Waiting for us to see,
How we've ruined the world,
But color is so easy to keep inside,
But to spread such knowledge,
Is nearly impossible,
As no one believes in things,
Not made on the Internet,
No one believes if it's not on TV,
So it's one color in the big world,
One hope for everlasting eternity.
Bursting from within his chest,
Stained with memories of the past,
When beauty was still a word,
Buttercups still grew strewn in the grass,
And the birds sang tunes,
Of happiness,
No misery or war,
He's the only one,
With love inside him truly.
He is the hope for peace,
Waiting for us to see,
How we've ruined the world,
But color is so easy to keep inside,
But to spread such knowledge,
Is nearly impossible,
As no one believes in things,
Not made on the Internet,
No one believes if it's not on TV,
So it's one color in the big world,
One hope for everlasting eternity.
i see you sir
but why so grey?
is there color
upon you face?
i do not see it.
to me you are
black and white.
you only hold those
gems close because
its your mask,
an alternate face.
you cannot disguise pain.
do others truly know you?
i think not.
come closer.
wash the lies away.
then you will have color.
but why so grey?
is there color
upon you face?
i do not see it.
to me you are
black and white.
you only hold those
gems close because
its your mask,
an alternate face.
you cannot disguise pain.
do others truly know you?
i think not.
come closer.
wash the lies away.
then you will have color.
.
.
my doctor's clinic.. a sweatshop for the cynic
and it's another day to work some nerves
optimism? it serves him & his stethoscope
the boosting of hope; once again
them remedies are mesmerizing
he’s got them steely eyes stigmatizing
a pair covered with a soft lens
just for those who can’t cope
that good dope weighing in on the coldest of coughs
the staring; that comparing of each illness
through that door danger lays within the silliness
a smile here, give a laugh there
all this despite the facts
each grimace letting loose on the same premise
that the current synopsis is just an outline
an etch-a-sketch of today's thought
the way described on that chart
good days, bad days; sometimes
the good doctor and this impatient patient
while in tandem we can’t tell’ em apart
yet the future knows what the obit will show and
maybe, just maybe we’re half-way to pleasant
offered up, better said, we should maybe say down
because most certainly this is a downer
that commanding presence of my aches and pains
indicating I’m a setting-son into the valley
right now we're conveniently shy about it
each doctor's smile we let 'em lie about it
the smiling; the laughing
just a few of our affable choices
we listen out for the tempered voices
those low-key dictums
those clarifying pronouncements
the last call announcements where we're now
well into the recording of the final stages
we’re into the flipping of them last pages
the angels taking notes recording my wins
the ones found in my multiple losses
hopefully, a few of them will pan out
all this as we’re rounding out
heading towards that final bend
certainly…closer to that end
where the angels patiently
they chill, awaiting to hit send
a hit where there won’t be any miss
.
.
He spits out the colours
The colors that he once considered,
Were his beautiful dreams.
The colors he once insisted,
would truelly become real.
Even though his heart aches,
He couldn't...
Wouldn't...
Dare to hope.
Just half-heartedly trying to persuade
himself, that with time,
he could learn to cope.
Oh! The Dreamer,
mirroring such blasted agony in his eyes.
His soul cries and screams,
as his lonely heart turns to ice.
He feels his insides dying,
He feels himself turning grey.
If only his dreams of colors would heal him,
He silently prays.
Oh! My dreamer...
Whom believed his star shape colors
would one day become real.
But life's evil brutality woke him up,
And only pain and suffering is all he's able to feel.
