Poetry competition CLOSED 12th January 2013 5:44pm
WINNER
lepperochan (CraicDealer)
lepperochan (CraicDealer)
RUNNERS-UP:
TheQuiet
and becsta
The window to the soul
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Tell me what you see
The eyes are the window to the soul
tell me what you see in this soul
look deep
be descriptive
please no extremely long poems
any style
one entry
two weeks
Anonymous
Thanks for the tip...can't tell you who's eye, even though you don't know them I feel it would take away from the contest. I will try a different photo.
Anonymous
Hope this one is better, it was taken from a phone so it is bound to be blurry. I hope you will be submitting an entry!
The eleventh hour
On the surface, the sun that shines
close to the eleventh hour
reflects many struggles
that near left her broken
look deep into the iris
and you might see a young face
wide eyed with hand on mouth
or you might see something
a little more sinister
hiding in the depths of the blackness
so I see a wizened soul, a protector
drenched with stamina
touched by sadness
with a definite capability
for more than little madness
sometimes careful
and other times carefree
which is most probably the way
she'd rather be
( I realize that sounds like a penny reading in some tent with a nut-job gazing into a crystal ball, ...so you owe me one penny )
On the surface, the sun that shines
close to the eleventh hour
reflects many struggles
that near left her broken
look deep into the iris
and you might see a young face
wide eyed with hand on mouth
or you might see something
a little more sinister
hiding in the depths of the blackness
so I see a wizened soul, a protector
drenched with stamina
touched by sadness
with a definite capability
for more than little madness
sometimes careful
and other times carefree
which is most probably the way
she'd rather be
( I realize that sounds like a penny reading in some tent with a nut-job gazing into a crystal ball, ...so you owe me one penny )
Anonymous
LOL. That's great! Penny is in the mail! Thanks for the kick off.
Anonymous
IN THE EYE
Standing
On the threshold
She hold up
The mirror
Of life
Will she?
Wont she?
Dive
Her ever
Shifting
Soul
Longs
to be
Whole
Standing
On the threshold
She hold up
The mirror
Of life
Will she?
Wont she?
Dive
Her ever
Shifting
Soul
Longs
to be
Whole
there are no windows; only doorways to hell, the pathways all festered; with putrid smells. people must live; with choices made, there is no coming back; from the pit that he's saved. our souls are consumed; furnaces run night and day, our sins are many; for them we must pay.
- Piercing the Veil -
Regarding the moon, is an eye that sees all,
Not all-seeing like some gypsy’s crystal ball…
But something more sinister and arcane too!
It waited for the darkening of skies once blue.
When I walk in the woods it regards me well,
And I sense in it some kindred from deep Hell.
I regard the eye and look into its’ vast deeps…
And the raven looks back as the world sleeps.
Familiar spirit, sent to guide me to my meeting,
With spirits that await my sorcery’s greeting!
I did not realize at first, though I felt the dread,
That raven was in reality, a spirit of the dead.
“Piercing the veil,
With intensity to mock the gods!
Piercing your soul,
Like a thousand hot iron rods.
My eye sees what you fear,
Piercing your heart.
Pray it draws not more near,
Lest my gaze rend you apart!
Reality is torn down,
By looking beyond the veil…
As in darkness you drown.
No one there to console,
Before my gaze you are alone.
You shiver in shadow,
My gaze flays you to the bone.
More terrible than you know!
Piercing the veil,
Until you see what was hidden!
Piercing your flesh,
Like spur on steed hard ridden.
What does your eye behold?
Something without reason!
My gaze meets you cold,
Your soul betrays you: treason.”
Regarding the moon, is an eye that sees all,
Not all-seeing like some gypsy’s crystal ball…
But something more sinister and arcane too!
It waited for the darkening of skies once blue.
When I walk in the woods it regards me well,
And I sense in it some kindred from deep Hell.
I regard the eye and look into its’ vast deeps…
And the raven looks back as the world sleeps.
Familiar spirit, sent to guide me to my meeting,
With spirits that await my sorcery’s greeting!
I did not realize at first, though I felt the dread,
That raven was in reality, a spirit of the dead.
“Piercing the veil,
With intensity to mock the gods!
Piercing your soul,
Like a thousand hot iron rods.
My eye sees what you fear,
Piercing your heart.
Pray it draws not more near,
Lest my gaze rend you apart!
Reality is torn down,
By looking beyond the veil…
As in darkness you drown.
No one there to console,
Before my gaze you are alone.
You shiver in shadow,
My gaze flays you to the bone.
More terrible than you know!
Piercing the veil,
Until you see what was hidden!
Piercing your flesh,
Like spur on steed hard ridden.
What does your eye behold?
Something without reason!
My gaze meets you cold,
Your soul betrays you: treason.”
An Eyeful
You killed one half of me, making me feel incomplete
No, I am not blind…my better half you shall not see
My tears held in the reservoir beneath my eyes
Your darkness I wear but I shall persevere
Broken, shattered, blood vessels spun around my eyes,
Your web of deception, attacking my face like a virus gone wild
I’m watching you, one eye open at all times
I still have one half of me, the other cheek, and a reserved smile
You killed one half of me, making me feel incomplete
No, I am not blind…my better half you shall not see
My tears held in the reservoir beneath my eyes
Your darkness I wear but I shall persevere
Broken, shattered, blood vessels spun around my eyes,
Your web of deception, attacking my face like a virus gone wild
I’m watching you, one eye open at all times
I still have one half of me, the other cheek, and a reserved smile
Anonymous
Some very nice entries so far..thanks for participating! Keep them coming.
I see Freedom staring back at me.
The first glimpse of sunlight since 2003.
Deep. Deep. They kept her tuck away in a hole.
Clawing upwards towards life. She did all things to preserve her soul.
After all those years in blackness she forgot what it was like to see.
Now released from her grave, I Know that is Freedom staring back at me.
The first glimpse of sunlight since 2003.
Deep. Deep. They kept her tuck away in a hole.
Clawing upwards towards life. She did all things to preserve her soul.
After all those years in blackness she forgot what it was like to see.
Now released from her grave, I Know that is Freedom staring back at me.
my soul
dont you see it
it's so obvious
i ... hate myself
cant you see the pain ?
i love you but, i don't
have the guts to tell you
"i love you"so that's so sad
so goodbye my love
ill dye tonight ,
for if you truly
love me you will
save me and you
will love me ...
dont you see it
it's so obvious
i ... hate myself
cant you see the pain ?
i love you but, i don't
have the guts to tell you
"i love you"so that's so sad
so goodbye my love
ill dye tonight ,
for if you truly
love me you will
save me and you
will love me ...
