Poetry competition CLOSED 30th April 2013 00:44am
WINNER
NimmieAmee
NimmieAmee
RUNNER-UP:
siphondarkness
Your Strange Addiction
Poetry Contest Description
Odd fetishes? Interesting idiosyncrasies? Curious addictions? Do tell!
This is not a drug addiction competition, but if you feel so inclined, I guess I can't stop you from entering.
Write about something you are obsessed with that is funny or odd. In example; I have recently become addicted to Cherry lemon Twizzlers, it's bad.
http://pics.drugstore.com/prodimg/436279/220.jpg
Here are some rules for you:
~ Older poems are accepted but it is
encouraged to write a new poem
~ Not too lengthy please, 500 word max
~ Check your spelling and grammar
~ Please do not write in bold, italic, or UPPERCASE
(unless it is strategically placed for emphasis)
~ Two entries per poet
~ Two weeks
~ Have fun!
Best wishes, Caliban
(any questions can be asked in thread)
Write about something you are obsessed with that is funny or odd. In example; I have recently become addicted to Cherry lemon Twizzlers, it's bad.
http://pics.drugstore.com/prodimg/436279/220.jpg
Here are some rules for you:
~ Older poems are accepted but it is
encouraged to write a new poem
~ Not too lengthy please, 500 word max
~ Check your spelling and grammar
~ Please do not write in bold, italic, or UPPERCASE
(unless it is strategically placed for emphasis)
~ Two entries per poet
~ Two weeks
~ Have fun!
Best wishes, Caliban
(any questions can be asked in thread)
All for the Throne
It all starts out as a show
Or, perhaps a book
But either way
One good look and you'll be hooked
It all starts with a game
A Game of Thrones
But then you learn of others
And your addiction will grow
Soon you'll lose yourself
Caught between Reality
and Westeros/Essos
Just wait and you'll see
A Clash of Kings
Another strong hit
Off of the joint
And you're in for it
A Storm of Swords
The biggest so far
Will drag you in
And take you like tar
A Feast for Crows
Only half of the next
Will make you fall
For the story's hex
A Dance with Dragons
Currently will be my new vice
As soon as it comes
I will feel alive
George R. R. Martin
My connection to this land
Still has more to say
More books will soon be in my hands
Anonymous
http://www.fikar.cz/UserFiles/Image/Zbozi/v/100.jpg
YOU ARE MY GHIRARDELLI CHOCOLATE
You are my intense dark chocolate bar
All natural, luxuriously deep and velvety
Giving moments of timeless pleasure
I want to savor every kiss, every lick
You are a masterpiece of taste
A luscious filling erupts on my tongue
As I finish every last piece
You are yummy to the last drop.
YOU ARE MY GHIRARDELLI CHOCOLATE
You are my intense dark chocolate bar
All natural, luxuriously deep and velvety
Giving moments of timeless pleasure
I want to savor every kiss, every lick
You are a masterpiece of taste
A luscious filling erupts on my tongue
As I finish every last piece
You are yummy to the last drop.
Black Framed Beauty
You lay there teasingly
upside down,
the wrong way round.
The light from my laptop
trailing and reflecting off of you,
highlights your peaks,
sends your valleys into deep shadow,
and turns your every familiar curve
into undiscovered territory,
alien and mysterious.
Your arms are open wide
as if both missing my touch
and inviting it for the first time.
I exhale shakily,
then trace my fingers
along your gracefully curving limbs,
carefully, gently
exploring your frame.
I gather you into my hands,
lift you from your perch,
and my mouth waters
as I resist the urge to rush into this,
to run my tongue along you
and take quick and selfish
gratification in the act.
Instead, I bring you close and,
so softly I barely feel it,
kiss up the length of you,
shuddering with pleasure
until my breath
fogs you over.
No matter the depths
or darkness
my passion drives me to,
I will always come back to you;
my most fervent desire,
my black framed beauty,
my personal delight.
http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/105/5/8/black_framed_beauty_by_blindcrush-d612whv.jpg
Isopropyl
An index finger away from the poison,
i'd give the tenth lie to my disease,
unborn fetus sliding down one goddess' leg,
Thick drops of it on the tip of this tasteless tongue,
Lips always dry,
Everytime i do this, I think I'm never this dangerous
An index finger away from the poison,
i'd give the tenth lie to my disease,
unborn fetus sliding down one goddess' leg,
Thick drops of it on the tip of this tasteless tongue,
Lips always dry,
Everytime i do this, I think I'm never this dangerous
A Strange Addiction
Get out a blender
Some crushed ice
Two Bananas
A splash or two of milk|
A splash of vanilla
Some sugar to make it a little sweeter
BAM!
A banana smoothie/shake/drink
Perfect for a summer's day
MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Get out a blender
Some crushed ice
Two Bananas
A splash or two of milk|
A splash of vanilla
Some sugar to make it a little sweeter
BAM!
A banana smoothie/shake/drink
Perfect for a summer's day
MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i shoot up Elysium
with a promise of peace and joy in a
distant land this needle does employ.
leading me on quite a hasty chase
as this spinning, rainbow vortex
shapes and molds the moon-shine
into another dimension, an Elysian plain.
caught in crossfire, the burning flames of lust
weaving a strange fusion of ambient dreams
walking in the valley of shadows
as if caught within a Shakespearian sonnet.
i dream the dreams, hypnotized by their charms
and it is in these i see you wrapped in my arms.
when i weep, when i reach, touching you
nourishing this splendor, the grandeur
of this ultimate wormhole of paranoia
as the needle releases its venial sleep
the notion of hell unfolds within this heaven
bringing forth more demons than Hades can hold.
i breathe in sharply, as your point bids me enter
to join in the dance of a kaleidoscope trance.
leading me down a polychrome path, a gleaming utopia
casting shadows with this sickness
and once again i see the beauty within the madness
coming down to mere desecration touching you for revelation.
with a promise of peace and joy in a
distant land this needle does employ.
leading me on quite a hasty chase
as this spinning, rainbow vortex
shapes and molds the moon-shine
into another dimension, an Elysian plain.
caught in crossfire, the burning flames of lust
weaving a strange fusion of ambient dreams
walking in the valley of shadows
as if caught within a Shakespearian sonnet.
i dream the dreams, hypnotized by their charms
and it is in these i see you wrapped in my arms.
when i weep, when i reach, touching you
nourishing this splendor, the grandeur
of this ultimate wormhole of paranoia
as the needle releases its venial sleep
the notion of hell unfolds within this heaven
bringing forth more demons than Hades can hold.
i breathe in sharply, as your point bids me enter
to join in the dance of a kaleidoscope trance.
leading me down a polychrome path, a gleaming utopia
casting shadows with this sickness
and once again i see the beauty within the madness
coming down to mere desecration touching you for revelation.
Anonymous
I love tiny spoons...if I can't eat it with my hands then I love a tiny spoon..forks are just annoying
AlwaysCaliban said:Great entry Pib, my favorite are the dark chocolate caramel filled ones. 
My apologies Hun...I have to interject here for a sec. In light of the exquisite picture Kitty posted (btw Kitty, Where the hell do you buy your chocolate. I WANT ONE! LOL)Cali that response made me snort coffee through my nose laughing.
Fabulous !
My apologies Hun...I have to interject here for a sec. In light of the exquisite picture Kitty posted (btw Kitty, Where the hell do you buy your chocolate. I WANT ONE! LOL)Cali that response made me snort coffee through my nose laughing.
Fabulous !
