Poetry competition CLOSED 28th February 2013 2:51pm
WINNER
mjs211 (MikeTheEngineer)
mjs211 (MikeTheEngineer)
complete the thoughts...
Its morning... again
as I lay silent waiting for the matrix
to begin
The cold rain inspires my body to sink deeper
into my mattress....eyes closed.Maybe,Im just an old soul
feeling the journey of life too long.
My mind could use a rebooting,as I am mentally
short circuited from life's strife
The world seems...to shift and fade as I focus
and lay still...
Maybe Im just waiting...waiting to be discovered
by my destiny,and fate
Perhaps I'll try to remember my purpose and try to acquire
an attitude of deep grattitude
Tommorrow will be better...as I look for the Sun inside my dreams
as I lay silent waiting for the matrix
to begin
The cold rain inspires my body to sink deeper
into my mattress....eyes closed.Maybe,Im just an old soul
feeling the journey of life too long.
My mind could use a rebooting,as I am mentally
short circuited from life's strife
The world seems...to shift and fade as I focus
and lay still...
Maybe Im just waiting...waiting to be discovered
by my destiny,and fate
Perhaps I'll try to remember my purpose and try to acquire
an attitude of deep grattitude
Tommorrow will be better...as I look for the Sun inside my dreams
It's morning again and my bank accounts busted, money now changed dope life corrupted .
The cold rain inspires me to right this poem on self, feel so disgusted
My mind could use Brillo a rock, to escape a little more, my desire!
The world seems like held breath between the bag, pipe and a sizzle extreme
Maybe I'm just a junkies fucked up head, to dead to live clean
Perhaps, I'll try the 12 steps on that crutch I can lean.
Tomorrow will be the first day dope free, one more high idiots dream
The cold rain inspires me to right this poem on self, feel so disgusted
My mind could use Brillo a rock, to escape a little more, my desire!
The world seems like held breath between the bag, pipe and a sizzle extreme
Maybe I'm just a junkies fucked up head, to dead to live clean
Perhaps, I'll try the 12 steps on that crutch I can lean.
Tomorrow will be the first day dope free, one more high idiots dream
It's morning again and sky welcomes in
black folded grumbles dismay, gathering too close
The cold rain inspires steeled memories, these ones that beg for leaving upon shelves
My mind could use a knife to scrape out the excess waste of derivational shards
The world seems smothering, the pushing clouds, heavy din, blinding truths taste bitter
Maybe I'm just the carried sleeping bag,
rolled tight carried upon the back
Perhaps, I'll try to unfurl upon beds of nail
and hope they poke through
tomorrow will be holy, rebirthed, awakening sacrament
into he
that
wasteland desert man
black folded grumbles dismay, gathering too close
The cold rain inspires steeled memories, these ones that beg for leaving upon shelves
My mind could use a knife to scrape out the excess waste of derivational shards
The world seems smothering, the pushing clouds, heavy din, blinding truths taste bitter
Maybe I'm just the carried sleeping bag,
rolled tight carried upon the back
Perhaps, I'll try to unfurl upon beds of nail
and hope they poke through
tomorrow will be holy, rebirthed, awakening sacrament
into he
that
wasteland desert man
(Written for Miki's complete the thoughts... comp)
It's morning again
and the polka dot sky
smiles down upon me,
all teeth
The cold rain inspires
lonesome pillow fights
and dancing
up against stained glass windows
My mind
could use a little less
sunshiney flash flooding,
high on musical melancholy
The world seems
to stand still
beneath the scattering
violet grey rumbles
Maybe
I'm just sad,
lost in the temporal vortex
of weather shift dresses
Perhaps, I'll try
to draw the walls closer
to me,
like a wooden blanket
Tomorrow will be better,
I’m sure,
but maybe I’m just dreaming
of lost today’s
It's morning again
and the polka dot sky
smiles down upon me,
all teeth
The cold rain inspires
lonesome pillow fights
and dancing
up against stained glass windows
My mind
could use a little less
sunshiney flash flooding,
high on musical melancholy
The world seems
to stand still
beneath the scattering
violet grey rumbles
Maybe
I'm just sad,
lost in the temporal vortex
of weather shift dresses
Perhaps, I'll try
to draw the walls closer
to me,
like a wooden blanket
Tomorrow will be better,
I’m sure,
but maybe I’m just dreaming
of lost today’s
Anonymous
Impressive entries...thank's to all of you for entering! Great writes-and reads here!
Just another day
It's morning again and the rain
Is falling on my window pane
incessantly, gently...
The cold rain inspires me,
To pen down these words
to touch your heart...
My mind could use a
relief from all these thoughts
Love lost, love spurned
The world seems
So grey and lonely
from this empty bed
Without you….
Maybe I'm just
Pining for nothing at all
Just wistful thoughts
Gossamer dreams
Perhaps, I'll try to
Live a life dreamless
No ache, no pain
No hurt...
Tomorrow will be
Just another day
Travelling towards
chosen destinations
A life propelled.
(*Miki, your competition is commendable.*)
It's morning again and the rain
Is falling on my window pane
incessantly, gently...
The cold rain inspires me,
To pen down these words
to touch your heart...
My mind could use a
relief from all these thoughts
Love lost, love spurned
The world seems
So grey and lonely
from this empty bed
Without you….
Maybe I'm just
Pining for nothing at all
Just wistful thoughts
Gossamer dreams
Perhaps, I'll try to
Live a life dreamless
No ache, no pain
No hurt...
Tomorrow will be
Just another day
Travelling towards
chosen destinations
A life propelled.
(*Miki, your competition is commendable.*)
Anonymous
thank's dear Grace- very nicely penned and i'm pleased you like the comp idea-I really do try 
Anonymous
This is a good competition.
I am not sure if I have read the instructions correctly.
I will withdraw the poem if I have interpreted it wrongly.
***************************************************************
IT IS MORNING AGAIN
It is a snowy morning again
The snow brings on my depression
So along with coffee come the antidepressants
My mind could use the push and shove
The world seems cold and remote
Legs do not want to walk
Mouth does not want to smile
I take a chemically prescribed cocktail
Which helps for a while
Then I force myself to do the creative
Write poetry, draw, and let my demons out
One more day I am successful
Until the next day comes about.
I am not sure if I have read the instructions correctly.
I will withdraw the poem if I have interpreted it wrongly.
***************************************************************
IT IS MORNING AGAIN
It is a snowy morning again
The snow brings on my depression
So along with coffee come the antidepressants
My mind could use the push and shove
The world seems cold and remote
Legs do not want to walk
Mouth does not want to smile
I take a chemically prescribed cocktail
Which helps for a while
Then I force myself to do the creative
Write poetry, draw, and let my demons out
One more day I am successful
Until the next day comes about.
Anonymous
Kitty, firstly- thanks for entering and the poem is very nice-
It is wrong in format but I would love for you to rewrite and submit it..start each line with the prompts given-followed by 10 words. if you need more explaining, just let me know :-)
It is wrong in format but I would love for you to rewrite and submit it..start each line with the prompts given-followed by 10 words. if you need more explaining, just let me know :-)
It's morning again and,I am mourning the dead,and all they've left behind.
The cold rain inspires,artwork that's on fire,as I paint the flames divine.
My mind could use a dose of truth,as these ghosts are far from honest.
The world seems quiet,a different silence,when broken,it falls upon us.
Maybe I'm just,a little too blessed,to hear the voices from beyond.
Perhaps I'll try to,listen close,to find you,another spirit that carries on.
Tomorrow will be,another day that brings,these thoughts that I can't control.
Another painting incomplete,distracted by these screams,that forever haunt my soul.
The cold rain inspires,artwork that's on fire,as I paint the flames divine.
My mind could use a dose of truth,as these ghosts are far from honest.
The world seems quiet,a different silence,when broken,it falls upon us.
Maybe I'm just,a little too blessed,to hear the voices from beyond.
Perhaps I'll try to,listen close,to find you,another spirit that carries on.
Tomorrow will be,another day that brings,these thoughts that I can't control.
Another painting incomplete,distracted by these screams,that forever haunt my soul.
Anonymous
I got a good question from someone--"do the lines in the poem have to be in the order given?"..
anser-NO...as long as each line begins with the given words, followed by ten others-feel free to jumble the order.....cheers, Miki
and the entries above are all great-tough it will be to pick a winer!
anser-NO...as long as each line begins with the given words, followed by ten others-feel free to jumble the order.....cheers, Miki
and the entries above are all great-tough it will be to pick a winer!
The Plight of Laura Wingfield
It's morning again and the light is swaying from window pane to window pane
The cold rain inspires the hands to pull away at the constrictive turtleneck, free
My mind could use a trip into a cocoon, missing the embrace of the turtleneck
The world seems open to much more than interpretation, a conscious incessant expansion
Maybe I'm just too ant-sized to play outside in the real world today
Perhaps, I'll try to recount my glass figurines, hopefully the abyss left them intact
Tomorrow will be another chance to dip the toe into the open world
It's morning again and the light is swaying from window pane to window pane
The cold rain inspires the hands to pull away at the constrictive turtleneck, free
My mind could use a trip into a cocoon, missing the embrace of the turtleneck
The world seems open to much more than interpretation, a conscious incessant expansion
Maybe I'm just too ant-sized to play outside in the real world today
Perhaps, I'll try to recount my glass figurines, hopefully the abyss left them intact
Tomorrow will be another chance to dip the toe into the open world
It's morning again and the pillow is
soaked with tears from another restless night.
The cold rain inspires and encourages
the feeling that nothing will ever be right.
My mind could use a vacation to my secret
wonderland: the only place that's bright.
The world seems to have no purpose.
The world seems dark and cold.
Maybe I'm just craving a way
out of the prison I call myself.
Perhaps I'll try to sleep again; perhaps
I can visit wonderland. And then maybe...
Tomorrow will be wonderful; maybe
tomorrow I will rise with a dry pillow.
soaked with tears from another restless night.
The cold rain inspires and encourages
the feeling that nothing will ever be right.
My mind could use a vacation to my secret
wonderland: the only place that's bright.
The world seems to have no purpose.
The world seems dark and cold.
Maybe I'm just craving a way
out of the prison I call myself.
Perhaps I'll try to sleep again; perhaps
I can visit wonderland. And then maybe...
Tomorrow will be wonderful; maybe
tomorrow I will rise with a dry pillow.
Anonymous
wow...this comp has shown some real talent and given me some great reads..thanks to all of you for that. Will be REALLY hard to pick a winner!
I am impressed, dear poets...truly impressed!
I am impressed, dear poets...truly impressed!
hot coffee
and lines of poetry onto the page.
The cold rain inspires everyone
but me
to grab an umbrella
and a raincoat.
Tomorrow will be another birthday
I forget
Another deadline for me to stress.
My mind could use a countless amount
of words
none of which accurately describe
the world.
Seems this poem will
remain in my head
for eternity.
Perhaps, I'll try to encapsulate
a foreign world
with words alone.
Maybe I'm just not
prepared
to turn familiar cold rain
into words.
