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poet Anonymous

Poetry Contest

A different style- not sure how it will be received but here goes-instructions and example below. 1 week-no extensions, new only-no collabs..
Finish each sentence using ten words of your choice.

It's morning again and...

The cold rain inspires...

My mind could use a...

The world seems...

Maybe I'm just...

Perhaps, I'll try to...

Tomorrow will be...

Example:
It's morning again and my sleepless night has left me inpatient and slow
The cold rain inspires an ill tempered tantrum, why bother combing my tangled hair
My mind could use a break from reality, a holiday from my own head space
The world seems to be getting so small, claustrophobic fears are taking over
Maybe I'm just being pedantic and spoiled- complaining in vain, frantic, self absorbed
Perhaps, I'll try to regain my composure, reflect and be grateful
for my coat
Tomorrow will be colder than today, should be thankful for my hat too.

Max of 2 submissions per poet, All welcome to enter-inbox me if you have questions...be creative, use your imagination-and have fun..also, if you would be kind enough to let me know if you like this competition idea-I would be grateful!

Magdalena
Spartalena
Tyrant of Words
Wales 62awards
Joined 21st Apr 2012
Forum Posts: 2993

Like your comp very much Miki.  A great challenge



It's morning again and the heaviness that hangs over me locks the dark in.
The cold rain inspires the spill of free flowing words that answer my questions.
My mind could use a captivating stimulant to ease the perplexing visions in haunting dreams.
The world seems detached from my spiritual connection outside the realms of earth,
Maybe I'm just waiting for the right choice to stand before me, then
Perhaps, I'll try to live past the confinement of my own doing and fly.
Tomorrow will be the treasure chest of my future days, filled with gems.



diddi
StephenPaul Summerscales
Dangerous Mind
United Kingdom 42awards
Joined 18th Dec 2009
Forum Posts: 1704

It's morning again and my vision focuses eagerly at the newly painted bedroom walls .
The cold rain inspires me to complete more updates within these warm happy surroundings .
My mind could use many things and many of them so very definitely wrong .
The world seems as it should and as it hasn't for many years .
Maybe I'm just dreaming still and I'll awake upset , let down , still alone .
Perhaps I'll try to never gain consciousness but wait! this is truly a reality .
Tomorrow will be full of sunshine as life is what you make it .

poet Anonymous

Thank you magdalena and diddi for kicking this off, and so eloquently as well! I am so glad that this has generated interest-I enjoy coming up with novel comp ideas that hopefully inspire and challenge!

Miki..the Moon girl..lol

faeryface
Lost Thinker
United States
Joined 21st Feb 2013
Forum Posts: 10

Its morning again and though i've slept i'm still dissolute and praying for death
the cold rain inspires the oppressive pain of illusive hallucinations which leave me drained
my mind could use restraint I'm insane lost in the confusion within my brain
the world just seems convoluted even the most refreshing breeze carries whispers of deceit
Maybe I'm just tormented and enslaved by the search for something i'll never find
perhaps i'll try to shut off my brain by sticking needles in my veins
Tomorrow will be erased death will take my place cutting myself a break

p.s. sorry mine is so depressing i know you wanted fun but thank you for the challenge expressing myself actually did make me feel a bit better.

clio13
Thought Provoker
United States 2awards
Joined 30th Aug 2012
Forum Posts: 86

Sarcophagus
O' thou sanctus,
dead language, alive to bees
Rumming wings to the very stones of nothingness

A coffin maker for every skin
Skin...
Thou needest renovatio
Renavatio thou needs


Give me thy heart
Give me thy stripes
Give me... thy stanza to consume  
  this flesh, intestines define the digestive grace
                                   Tell me, tell me,
                              Art thou the Ruler
                                                 of hunger?
The fire is the cure
The fire is the cure, who would
                          dare fight this potion?

Can thou assist me?
Be assertive to my thoughts
The medicine cloudest this box
So I welcome thee to this back room
 Fellow cake dust, show me thou pigmy pillows
where is your darkness
this time of day?


Without thee,
           I am All
With thee,
        I am nothing.

poet Anonymous

Miki I think it's a great idea for a comp ; )

It's morning again and...I feel her steady breath, the warmth of her skin
The cold rain inspires...the greediness of my lust to awaken her sleeping sin
My mind could use a...muddy romp across her pristine deep-pile pale white body
The world seems...stuck on producing days and nights that are carbon copies
Maybe I'm just...not that into maintaining its views on the status quo  
Perhaps, I'll try to...hide behind these blue eyes, let my intentions be foggy
Tomorrow will be...a bitch but today may be worth having a go

Magdalena
Spartalena
Tyrant of Words
Wales 62awards
Joined 21st Apr 2012
Forum Posts: 2993




It's morning again and the light starts seeping into my pores awakening and soothing.
The cold rain inspires tranquility with the melody it taps against my window pane.
My mind could use a rest from the chaos of life, to drift calmly away.
The world seems lost, it is drowning in too much pain and suffering,
Maybe I'm just too aware of so much and it depletes me inside.
Perhaps, I'll try to be more optimistic and find hidden beauty in the world.
Tomorrow will be the beginning of a new journey in the right direction.





Devilish
Dangerous Mind
United States 15awards
Joined 24th July 2011
Forum Posts: 1744

It's morning again and i find myself drenched in a sinful dance in vane

The cold rain inspires a deadly desire to choke out the choir of sane

My mind could use a new bottle for muse to love its old fashioned ways

The world seems to get stuck in between remains from yesterdays pain

Maybe I'm just the outline of a morbid feline trying to catch wind

Perhaps, I'll try to catch a whiff for a dirty drift in crashing waves

Tomorrow will be the reason i breathe or crave a new found phase..

Viddax
Lord Viddax
Guardian of Shadows
United Kingdom 32awards
Joined 10th Oct 2009
Forum Posts: 6705

It's morning again and the tide of sleep recedes under the Sun's beckoning gaze.
The cold rain inspires many to seek shelter but some embracing souls remain defiant.
My mind could use a prison and turn it into a fortress to sally forth.
The world seems within stepping distance awaiting glorious designs upon its multifaceted canvas.
Maybe I'm just waiting to follow, when it turns out I should lead.
Perhaps, I'll try to fail tomorrow to be proven wrong in such interesting times.
Tomorrow will be dark trials, but what doesn't kill me makes me stronger.

poet Anonymous

faeryface said:Its morning again and though i've slept i'm still dissolute and praying for death
the cold rain inspires the oppressive pain of illusive hallucinations which leave me drained
my mind could use restraint I'm insane lost in the confusion within my brain
the world just seems convoluted even the most refreshing breeze carries whispers of deceit
Maybe I'm just tormented and enslaved by the search for something i'll never find
perhaps i'll try to shut off my brain by sticking needles in my veins
Tomorrow will be erased death will take my place cutting myself a break

p.s. sorry mine is so depressing i know you wanted fun but thank you for the challenge expressing myself actually did make me feel a bit better.


No apologies dear, I am looking for expressive creativity and just hope people have fun with the comp but in no way do the entries need to reflect happy or funny-not at all..your entry is great, and appreciated-and i'm pleased you got some release from penning it , Miki

poet Anonymous

clio13 said:Sarcophagus
O' thou sanctus,
dead language, alive to bees
Rumming wings to the very stones of nothingness

A coffin maker for every skin
Skin...
Thou needest renovatio
Renavatio thou needs


Give me thy heart
Give me thy stripes
Give me... thy stanza to consume  
  this flesh, intestines define the digestive grace
                                   Tell me, tell me,
                              Art thou the Ruler
                                                 of hunger?
The fire is the cure
The fire is the cure, who would
                          dare fight this potion?

Can thou assist me?
Be assertive to my thoughts
The medicine cloudest this box
So I welcome thee to this back room
 Fellow cake dust, show me thou pigmy pillows
where is your darkness
this time of day?


Without thee,
           I am All
With thee,
        I am nothing.


I think that perhaps you accidentally entered this in the wrong competition-it does not meet the criteria for my comp...sorry, but this entry wont be considered as valid-although I think it's a nice poem..Miki

mjs211
MikeTheEngineer
Dangerous Mind
United States 20awards
Joined 22nd Aug 2010
Forum Posts: 1572

It's morning again
and the dead rocks of this city
hiss in the rain.
The cold rain
inspires these hands
to pale, desensitize, stiffen
to match my mind.

My mind could use
a snap. Anything to resuscitate it.
I'd take an explosion. Defibrillation.

The world seems
like it just doesn't want
gray. I'd settle for black.
Maybe I'm just paranoid.
Maybe it wants to be gray
while wanting more.

Perhaps
I'll try to
fly today.
These decaying rocks
bruise my stiff hands
anyway.
Tomorrow
will be
azure skies,
floating, sailing.
The backdrop
will always be gray.




Love the comp, miki!

poet Anonymous

These are great entries, I am truly impressed at what I have read so far..thank's so much and I am so happy that this comp has appealed to people! Choosing a winner will already be tough...that part always sucks! LOL
With much gratitude, Miki

All are welcome to enter..please carry on


lepperochan
Craic-Dealer
Guardian of Shadows
Palestine 67awards
Joined 1st Apr 2011
Forum Posts: 14478

It's morning again
and last night's blood
is catching
the new dawn sun light  

The cold rain
inspires nothing
but a brief grunt
and two fingers for god

My mind could use
a thousand volts of electricity
just to force a wry smile  

The world seems
like the universe
had a bad dose of the trots  

Maybe I'm just being
too optimistic
and should
take the rose tints off  

Perhaps, I'll try
to rectify the situation
with anthrax
and a load of stamps  

Tomorrow will be
just like it is today
'cept maybe a bit colder  

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