Poetry competition CLOSED 28th February 2013 3:50pm
WINNER
jaspersilence
jaspersilence
RUNNER-UP:
scopow77
COMPETITION FOR PEOPLE WITH NO TROPHYS
Anonymous
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Mourganna said:[quote-170419-APERSON][quote-169997-Mourganna]
Id like to read some poetry by people who have recently arrived here. Looking forward to your entries...
Happy writing!
LizQ
Could I participate? I have been on this site a while but I usually don't submit in competitions. have no trophies. I do believe this is interesting would like to participate if allowed.[/quote]
Be my guest, Aperson! I look forward to see your entry
[/quote]How exactly do you enter?
Id like to read some poetry by people who have recently arrived here. Looking forward to your entries...
Happy writing!
LizQ
Could I participate? I have been on this site a while but I usually don't submit in competitions. have no trophies. I do believe this is interesting would like to participate if allowed.[/quote]
Be my guest, Aperson! I look forward to see your entry
[/quote]How exactly do you enter?
The Monsters that eat us, are part of trials right? well i hope this counts!
Down in the Doom
______________
Down in the doom
Where people run around
Escaping terror
Is this real?
No it can't be
Cause I don't see
Any monsters around
Down in the doom
Where people run
From all this gloom
What do they run from
I don't see no monsters around
No monsters around
In reality
There's thousands of monsters
To eat you and me
But here I see
There's none
As far the eye can see
There's no monsters here
There's no demons here
To eat you and me
Down in the doom
Where people run from terror
Can you feel it too?
You can't turn back
You can't turn away
You see this sight
And you think
Where are the monsters?
Where can they be?
I don't see any
I can't see any
For miles around
Where are the monsters
Where are they hiding
I know that reality
Has enough monsters
To eat you and me
Down in the Doom
______________
Down in the doom
Where people run around
Escaping terror
Is this real?
No it can't be
Cause I don't see
Any monsters around
Down in the doom
Where people run
From all this gloom
What do they run from
I don't see no monsters around
No monsters around
In reality
There's thousands of monsters
To eat you and me
But here I see
There's none
As far the eye can see
There's no monsters here
There's no demons here
To eat you and me
Down in the doom
Where people run from terror
Can you feel it too?
You can't turn back
You can't turn away
You see this sight
And you think
Where are the monsters?
Where can they be?
I don't see any
I can't see any
For miles around
Where are the monsters
Where are they hiding
I know that reality
Has enough monsters
To eat you and me
Transparent shackles bound tight.
Fused with emotional movement.
Florescent words dimmed to ambient reflections.
The ghost in the yellow distance,mocks each painful step.
A parasite in the matrix of my soul.
Amber aura crystalline,deafening octaves into statue.
The demon latches...infected syringes.
Metallic static cools the bloodstream.
Nano hope hardens,a chemical reaction,
under the microscope connected to my third eye.
Negative energetic collapse of another failed plan.
Echos of regret create dense plasmatic fluids.
God stays engraved on a heart of scar tissue.
Alone and confused,my flesh blends with the bleached hospital atmosphere.Humming machines vibrate any ounce of life.
Drugs numb the dripping rhythm of what comes after cancer.
Fused with emotional movement.
Florescent words dimmed to ambient reflections.
The ghost in the yellow distance,mocks each painful step.
A parasite in the matrix of my soul.
Amber aura crystalline,deafening octaves into statue.
The demon latches...infected syringes.
Metallic static cools the bloodstream.
Nano hope hardens,a chemical reaction,
under the microscope connected to my third eye.
Negative energetic collapse of another failed plan.
Echos of regret create dense plasmatic fluids.
God stays engraved on a heart of scar tissue.
Alone and confused,my flesh blends with the bleached hospital atmosphere.Humming machines vibrate any ounce of life.
Drugs numb the dripping rhythm of what comes after cancer.
Anonymous
Thank you very much LTM, and Jasper, great entries there!
Me preaching sobriety, honesty, or staying clean.
Is like a white Martin Luther, in a middle school day dream.
Its like an Obama health plan, to a man who's already dead.
Or like a pirate without a ship,when land is just ahead.
Trying hard to make a point, i start to get lost, cant you go to Walgreens and buy a box.
Will you not just stop when your freedom gets taken, when your daughter calls him dad, so you pray he can manage, when you know your a great dad, but a better junkie you've made.
When your sincere about quitting,and you practice being fake.
I'm the best at being worst, the best at realizing its over, I'm the best at running away, and the worst at staying sober.
But I'm the best at trying, and attempting a new fate, not what i can't change tomorrow, but what i can just for today.
Is like a white Martin Luther, in a middle school day dream.
Its like an Obama health plan, to a man who's already dead.
Or like a pirate without a ship,when land is just ahead.
Trying hard to make a point, i start to get lost, cant you go to Walgreens and buy a box.
Will you not just stop when your freedom gets taken, when your daughter calls him dad, so you pray he can manage, when you know your a great dad, but a better junkie you've made.
When your sincere about quitting,and you practice being fake.
I'm the best at being worst, the best at realizing its over, I'm the best at running away, and the worst at staying sober.
But I'm the best at trying, and attempting a new fate, not what i can't change tomorrow, but what i can just for today.
Anonymous
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Anonymous
Thanks so much, puppy, Lust and pen....
Its so wonderful to read all of your great poems!
Its so wonderful to read all of your great poems!
Serendipity
Crash
and burn...
life down to the ground because my friends tell me do it
and my enemies tell me do it.
Hell! I don't know who to listen to anymore
because the voices in my head quarrel with one another about who's
opinion I should follow,
though they all want to see me crash...
and burn.
I was meant to fly,
but only on the shoulders of the dark angel that bares my soul
as her own burden.
She told me she would take me to the place I
wanted to find so badly.
Blunt, dark promises
sealed by my own blood and sent
into some distant place where she said my future was.
Those rocks, though small
are so heavy to bear.
I found them back when I could see
and I dropped them along the path in the woods
so that I could find my way back to that gingerbread house
Where everything was sweet and fuzzy and happy and golden.
I crash...and burn
it up again, hoping to find that old place where I was.
Hoping to find.
Serendipity.
Crash
and burn...
life down to the ground because my friends tell me do it
and my enemies tell me do it.
Hell! I don't know who to listen to anymore
because the voices in my head quarrel with one another about who's
opinion I should follow,
though they all want to see me crash...
and burn.
I was meant to fly,
but only on the shoulders of the dark angel that bares my soul
as her own burden.
She told me she would take me to the place I
wanted to find so badly.
Blunt, dark promises
sealed by my own blood and sent
into some distant place where she said my future was.
Those rocks, though small
are so heavy to bear.
I found them back when I could see
and I dropped them along the path in the woods
so that I could find my way back to that gingerbread house
Where everything was sweet and fuzzy and happy and golden.
I crash...and burn
it up again, hoping to find that old place where I was.
Hoping to find.
Serendipity.
Anonymous
Thanks very much, Lola, for your nice entry, a very nice poem there
Quiet Child
Quiet child now don't you cry
Going to sing you a lullaby
Father has to go far away
Close your eyes for him and pray
Mother wont be here soon
I'm so sorry to tell you
But the day they were taken away
I also came for you
Feel the beating of your heart
Slower now yet fast to start
Dry the tears upon your face
Send you to a better place
Rest your head and close your eyes
Darkness comes and hears your sighs
Have no fear now while you sleep
Of your mother and father dream
Oh how they miss you
I can feel them weeping too
The pain is in their faces
And mirth leaves no traces
Just close your eyes
Oh, quiet child
Just close your eyes
Oh, quiet child
And music to it if anyone cares to take a listen.....
http://www.reverbnation.com/crestfallenstill/song/14191449-quiet-child-studio-version
Quiet child now don't you cry
Going to sing you a lullaby
Father has to go far away
Close your eyes for him and pray
Mother wont be here soon
I'm so sorry to tell you
But the day they were taken away
I also came for you
Feel the beating of your heart
Slower now yet fast to start
Dry the tears upon your face
Send you to a better place
Rest your head and close your eyes
Darkness comes and hears your sighs
Have no fear now while you sleep
Of your mother and father dream
Oh how they miss you
I can feel them weeping too
The pain is in their faces
And mirth leaves no traces
Just close your eyes
Oh, quiet child
Just close your eyes
Oh, quiet child
And music to it if anyone cares to take a listen.....
http://www.reverbnation.com/crestfallenstill/song/14191449-quiet-child-studio-version
Gone like a rose in the winter chill;
Its petals slowly crumpling
Until they fall
One by one
Gone
Gone like your footprints in the sand;
Washed away by the waves
As they engulf what’s left
Little by little
Gone
Gone like a rainbow after the rain;
Vanishing from its place in the clouds
As darkness approaches
And the sunlight slowly fades away
Gone
Gone like the gentle whispers of the wind;
As they carry their messages
Through the trees
And from flower to flower
Gone
Gone like a heartbeat;
Its rhythm dying
Like the sound of footsteps
Echoing down a dark hallway
Gone
Gone like a puddle of water;
Evaporating at the touch
Of a ray of sunlight
Sending it to the sky
Gone
Gone like a diamond;
Tossed into the sea
Where it settles to the bottom
To await what should come
Gone
Gone like a tear;
Quickly brushed away
Before it reveals
What’s underneath
Gone
Gone like the tranquil lull of a spring day;
Lasting for only as long as
We have patience for
Until we change what can’t be changed
Gone
Gone like star;
Burning out in time
Leaving only comets
To plummet to their fate
Gone
Gone like a moment;
Leaving as quickly as it came
Wasted by the ones who don’t treasure
What really matters
He's Gone.
