Poetry competition CLOSED 5th February 2013 8:27am
WINNER
Kou_Indigo (Karam L. Parveen-Ashton)
Kou_Indigo (Karam L. Parveen-Ashton)
RUNNER-UP:
Mitochondrial
Distanced
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poem that deals in the distance between you and what you want.
Let's say you're an explorer, what you want is thousands of miles away. Write in one poem, how you're going to get what you want, why you want, and maybe even give yourself a deadline within the story.
Or for the romantics, someone you hold dear is thousands of miles away, same rules apply for each. One poem per contestant.
- As always, preferring proper grammar and punctuation skills.
- Imagery is encouraged.
- 1 Month.
- 365 word limit.
Have your way with it, then.
Or for the romantics, someone you hold dear is thousands of miles away, same rules apply for each. One poem per contestant.
- As always, preferring proper grammar and punctuation skills.
- Imagery is encouraged.
- 1 Month.
- 365 word limit.
Have your way with it, then.
Anonymous
An interesting concept for a contest here, Vegan! Will be back at a later date with an entry for this!
Anonymous
All I want is hope
But it's so far away
It's the top of this mountin
And I can't breath
It's at the bottom of the sea
And I'm drowning
I can't find it in time
It's a camouflage chameleon
Inside the forest of my mind.
I'm not sure if it's there
So far my attempts have ended
With several dead
Never have I been one
To try to accomplish the impossible
But this time
I need impossible
To prepare for
What's next.
I'm wishing for hope
So that I can be saved
Because right now this melody
Is much too lachrymose themed.
Hope ticks like a time bomb
That I can't quite disconnect
It's like the grim reaper
Coming for revenge
And I'll keep searching
I'll keep on trying
Until one way or another
With success or death
I find
The end.
But it's so far away
It's the top of this mountin
And I can't breath
It's at the bottom of the sea
And I'm drowning
I can't find it in time
It's a camouflage chameleon
Inside the forest of my mind.
I'm not sure if it's there
So far my attempts have ended
With several dead
Never have I been one
To try to accomplish the impossible
But this time
I need impossible
To prepare for
What's next.
I'm wishing for hope
So that I can be saved
Because right now this melody
Is much too lachrymose themed.
Hope ticks like a time bomb
That I can't quite disconnect
It's like the grim reaper
Coming for revenge
And I'll keep searching
I'll keep on trying
Until one way or another
With success or death
I find
The end.
- Across the Deeps -
If a heart is like a prize to be claimed in quest,
Then I might liken love to a treasure held fast…
Beyond the vastness of starry voids confessed:
By those mad from being full of passion’s zest!
I cross still, such distances, and they are vast…
But one must traverse a hell to then be blessed.
Whilst in the deeps there wait the coiling things,
That which ensnare the will with snaking horror!
One must face fear and all that terror so brings,
If one is to see the day: beyond a new morrow.
Like knights on quests for secrets held in tower,
In castle and in fastness by the guardian of lore!
I don my armor, setting forth to find my flower…
Beyond old battlefields: scarred by ancient war.
Like Joan of Arc I burn for passion I hold dear,
Choosing my own way to reach my lovely goal.
Over the deeps below, beyond the veil of fear…
Walking in balance between lunacy and control.
Such is a mystic and visionary; a revolutionary…
Flirting with madness, speaking things profound.
Yet I fall silent as I behold sights extraordinary!
The way is long, to the distant paradise ground.
Solitary is the path that leads to the tower pale,
Wherein, a heart of flame beats with pleasure…
Beyond the azure mountains and the deep vale.
No guardian holds, the key to my fair treasure!
Along the way, the mount that carried me died,
Leaving me to tread the dust beneath bare feet.
Only the dead eat dust, where shadows abide,
And so, I contemplate not what is beneath me.
Oh what awaits me in the heart of the fastness?
My heart alone knows the true answer to that.
Before my goal lies a realm of utter darkness…
Whereon the pale, mighty tower so regally sat.
Illumination guides me, knowledge my torch…
So that the shadows part, revealing the hidden,
Until I have reached the tower’s marble porch.
I cannot say what waits therein, even if bidden.
Just as all who found the Grail spoke of it not,
No words can tell, what this vast quest begot!
If a heart is like a prize to be claimed in quest,
Then I might liken love to a treasure held fast…
Beyond the vastness of starry voids confessed:
By those mad from being full of passion’s zest!
I cross still, such distances, and they are vast…
But one must traverse a hell to then be blessed.
Whilst in the deeps there wait the coiling things,
That which ensnare the will with snaking horror!
One must face fear and all that terror so brings,
If one is to see the day: beyond a new morrow.
Like knights on quests for secrets held in tower,
In castle and in fastness by the guardian of lore!
I don my armor, setting forth to find my flower…
Beyond old battlefields: scarred by ancient war.
Like Joan of Arc I burn for passion I hold dear,
Choosing my own way to reach my lovely goal.
Over the deeps below, beyond the veil of fear…
Walking in balance between lunacy and control.
Such is a mystic and visionary; a revolutionary…
Flirting with madness, speaking things profound.
Yet I fall silent as I behold sights extraordinary!
The way is long, to the distant paradise ground.
Solitary is the path that leads to the tower pale,
Wherein, a heart of flame beats with pleasure…
Beyond the azure mountains and the deep vale.
No guardian holds, the key to my fair treasure!
Along the way, the mount that carried me died,
Leaving me to tread the dust beneath bare feet.
Only the dead eat dust, where shadows abide,
And so, I contemplate not what is beneath me.
Oh what awaits me in the heart of the fastness?
My heart alone knows the true answer to that.
Before my goal lies a realm of utter darkness…
Whereon the pale, mighty tower so regally sat.
Illumination guides me, knowledge my torch…
So that the shadows part, revealing the hidden,
Until I have reached the tower’s marble porch.
I cannot say what waits therein, even if bidden.
Just as all who found the Grail spoke of it not,
No words can tell, what this vast quest begot!
Anonymous
Thank you all for your entries.
Matheus Vinicius
Though winds blow the pieces about
And waves wish and wash our tears
Your hands guide me
Through our winding palace
The clock of fate calls on destiny
Your venom seers my heart
Love I never may forget
But pain I will forgive
Protecting your name has become MY destiny
Though winds blow the pieces about
And waves wish and wash our tears
Your hands guide me
Through our winding palace
The clock of fate calls on destiny
Your venom seers my heart
Love I never may forget
But pain I will forgive
Protecting your name has become MY destiny
Anonymous
DISTANCED
My lover and I
Are going to distant planets
This will be our honeymoon
In 2095
We planned the wedding
To be on Asteroid 10B5YU
I will be wearing a spacesuit
Made of saffron poly-glutamate acrylics
His will be slightly toned down
As we wait to board the CHALLENGER 1001
We exchange kisses and jokes
The other passengers nervously take
The prescribed sedative packets
The Pilot's assistants check us
Do we have all our Preventatives
The ones for diseases
The crucial one for SPACE SHOCK SYNDROME
We are strapped down
And attached to an IV
I take my last look around
Before uncounciously we are set
When we wake up
A month has passed
We disembark
Are given more shots and meds
Look at each other lovingly
Out we tread
We exchange our vows
Under the extraordinary Kefabuchi Tract
Discovered by Kearney and Harrison
Millions of stars and suns
Millions of colours abound
The preacher is rather strange
The music of the heavenly spheres
Make the wedding a delight
We go to the INTRATERRESTIAL MOTEL
On the coast of an inland sea
The gravity is a bit light
We float as we make love tonight
What a wonderful memory
This will be for our children
To know their parents took the chance
Had the honeymoon in heaven
Conceived in love immediately
Nothing could be better than that.
My lover and I
Are going to distant planets
This will be our honeymoon
In 2095
We planned the wedding
To be on Asteroid 10B5YU
I will be wearing a spacesuit
Made of saffron poly-glutamate acrylics
His will be slightly toned down
As we wait to board the CHALLENGER 1001
We exchange kisses and jokes
The other passengers nervously take
The prescribed sedative packets
The Pilot's assistants check us
Do we have all our Preventatives
The ones for diseases
The crucial one for SPACE SHOCK SYNDROME
We are strapped down
And attached to an IV
I take my last look around
Before uncounciously we are set
When we wake up
A month has passed
We disembark
Are given more shots and meds
Look at each other lovingly
Out we tread
We exchange our vows
Under the extraordinary Kefabuchi Tract
Discovered by Kearney and Harrison
Millions of stars and suns
Millions of colours abound
The preacher is rather strange
The music of the heavenly spheres
Make the wedding a delight
We go to the INTRATERRESTIAL MOTEL
On the coast of an inland sea
The gravity is a bit light
We float as we make love tonight
What a wonderful memory
This will be for our children
To know their parents took the chance
Had the honeymoon in heaven
Conceived in love immediately
Nothing could be better than that.
Anonymous
Thank you for hosting a competition. They are good for breaking writer's block! Peace. Kitty
We spoke in broken
tangents and i looked
at you in-between sentences
and you always stared and
smiled at me while i wrote
soliloquies and you never
asked me about how
the cuts came upon
my feet you always
just bandaged them
and played piano notes
on my spine and i
devoured everything
you gave me, i listened
to every little piece
of you subconsciously
and we never saw the ocean
because we hated water but
we saw the stars flicker
while we laid on
my roof
Then you left for somewhere distant
well, not too distant
but I'm broke
and a $70 dollar plane ticket
is $70 dollars too much.
tangents and i looked
at you in-between sentences
and you always stared and
smiled at me while i wrote
soliloquies and you never
asked me about how
the cuts came upon
my feet you always
just bandaged them
and played piano notes
on my spine and i
devoured everything
you gave me, i listened
to every little piece
of you subconsciously
and we never saw the ocean
because we hated water but
we saw the stars flicker
while we laid on
my roof
Then you left for somewhere distant
well, not too distant
but I'm broke
and a $70 dollar plane ticket
is $70 dollars too much.
Anonymous
Great entries to all of you, Mitochondrial especially.
I wasted hours talking to you
Talked, talked, talked
Told everything.
You have gone now, with your luggage
of my nervous secrets.
And when you reach that distant room
In that distant city
And you sit at your sad window
From where the world outside is tiny
Like a television screen
I will think you and unpack your bags
and leave all my unwritten letters littered on your floor.
And all the words that distance cannot carry,
I’ll hang them like glimmering fairy lights, and twine them
Round and round and round your toes and your head.
And then, when you tremble and half moaning
Raise a startled hand to your head and touch your hair
And then turn, with a peculiar cry, to your pen
You shall find that your poems are me.
And your hands are me and fingers, toes, woes
Are me.
And there is nothing inside you where I do not live.
Talked, talked, talked
Told everything.
You have gone now, with your luggage
of my nervous secrets.
And when you reach that distant room
In that distant city
And you sit at your sad window
From where the world outside is tiny
Like a television screen
I will think you and unpack your bags
and leave all my unwritten letters littered on your floor.
And all the words that distance cannot carry,
I’ll hang them like glimmering fairy lights, and twine them
Round and round and round your toes and your head.
And then, when you tremble and half moaning
Raise a startled hand to your head and touch your hair
And then turn, with a peculiar cry, to your pen
You shall find that your poems are me.
And your hands are me and fingers, toes, woes
Are me.
And there is nothing inside you where I do not live.
Anonymous
Strong, orangesun.
Longing for the taste of freedom, I find myself a caged bird once more. Feeling the pain ever greater than anytime before . As I long for the cool fresh air on my skin I breath in deep wishing I was home again. Lost at sea with no coast guard in sight I gasp my last breath before I give up this fight . Never ending always condescending the brutal truth isn't hard to see, we all want what we can't have and the truth is in me. As I climb to the top of the mountain and plant the apple seed . I cast myself away and disappear into the dark within me.
Nande???
sometimes i wonder about myself.about what i truly care about.
i wonder why do i care so much about the things that dont value my life, things that i can get back in time.
but in my heart.ill never get those things back..
why???
i ask myself...
my honest answer is i do not no.
why do people care so much about what others think, about the opinion of another beings thought..
somehow it means so much to us. like the small things i value in my life..
why do i collect dolls, why do i write poetry
why do humen nature wonder so much?
this is a question i just cant answer even if its for myself..
why do i cry when my feelings is hurt...
not just by words...but a verb.
a thought a simple judgment.
"its me " i say to the mirror. staring into my own eyes...
tears dropping from my out spoken lies.
why do i feel so distance. so divided from my soul.
i wonder why society has to play apone a role...
i am stuck apone my writing because i have no way of organizing my thoughts..
you see and hear what i mean but not truly understanding..
like an ink spilled apone white paper.
i am truly a mistake of masterpiece.. i have my flaws that makes me unique, one of a kind.
whispering fluent languege in my mind.
but does that keep the humen mind stable??
so you ask me....what are your thoughts..secrets??
my thoughts are Merely an unstabolized record that plays a song i cant understand, and i wount until im ready.
-kumiko Yamamoto
sometimes i wonder about myself.about what i truly care about.
i wonder why do i care so much about the things that dont value my life, things that i can get back in time.
but in my heart.ill never get those things back..
why???
i ask myself...
my honest answer is i do not no.
why do people care so much about what others think, about the opinion of another beings thought..
somehow it means so much to us. like the small things i value in my life..
why do i collect dolls, why do i write poetry
why do humen nature wonder so much?
this is a question i just cant answer even if its for myself..
why do i cry when my feelings is hurt...
not just by words...but a verb.
a thought a simple judgment.
"its me " i say to the mirror. staring into my own eyes...
tears dropping from my out spoken lies.
why do i feel so distance. so divided from my soul.
i wonder why society has to play apone a role...
i am stuck apone my writing because i have no way of organizing my thoughts..
you see and hear what i mean but not truly understanding..
like an ink spilled apone white paper.
i am truly a mistake of masterpiece.. i have my flaws that makes me unique, one of a kind.
whispering fluent languege in my mind.
but does that keep the humen mind stable??
so you ask me....what are your thoughts..secrets??
my thoughts are Merely an unstabolized record that plays a song i cant understand, and i wount until im ready.
-kumiko Yamamoto
