Poetry competition CLOSED 17th April 2011 4:00pm
WINNER
Dragonyear
Dragonyear
RUNNER-UP:
mjs211
'Artistic Inspiration' Challenge
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Take the first word that the website gives you and write a poem about it, no matter what it is.
Take the first word that this website gives you:http://www.chapter19.com/inspiration/index.php
and write a poem about it, no matter what it is.
(No cheating, it's more interesting that way) ;]
For example, my first phrase was: space opera
Routine cover of darkness
descends and devours
the light from Earth
by shrouding the rest
in an airless, starry sky.
Floating dark lullabies
haunt the abyss
with tunes being pulled
out of black holes
deep into nothingness.
Tunes sail on, galaxies away
and play until eternity
gives up the fight.
Final melody and chorus end,
sparking an encore
from the moonlit stars,
forced to attend a space opera.
I'm sure that probably wasn't the best example, but I think you get the idea. :]
and write a poem about it, no matter what it is.
(No cheating, it's more interesting that way) ;]
For example, my first phrase was: space opera
Routine cover of darkness
descends and devours
the light from Earth
by shrouding the rest
in an airless, starry sky.
Floating dark lullabies
haunt the abyss
with tunes being pulled
out of black holes
deep into nothingness.
Tunes sail on, galaxies away
and play until eternity
gives up the fight.
Final melody and chorus end,
sparking an encore
from the moonlit stars,
forced to attend a space opera.
I'm sure that probably wasn't the best example, but I think you get the idea. :]
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i got the word "dragon".
< that fidgety dragonfly >
sitting? no
perched? maybe
standing? yes
standing on six legs
waiting for some tiny flying meal to come along
paying no attention to me:
sitting? no
perched? mentally
standing? yes
standing on two legs
waiting for that dragonfly to stand still long enough so i can take its damn picture
the dragonfly has flown off twice and returned empty
me too
so here we are
both of us
small world
waiting
- - -
i got the word "dragon".
< that fidgety dragonfly >
sitting? no
perched? maybe
standing? yes
standing on six legs
waiting for some tiny flying meal to come along
paying no attention to me:
sitting? no
perched? mentally
standing? yes
standing on two legs
waiting for that dragonfly to stand still long enough so i can take its damn picture
the dragonfly has flown off twice and returned empty
me too
so here we are
both of us
small world
waiting
- - -
Anonymous
[quote]opheliac said:
cunt? ummm no!
You can pick a new one ;]
cunt? ummm no!
You can pick a new one ;]
Anonymous
[font=Verdana]my word was "painting"
we stare at paintings of people all the time
especially if they're monsters
Genghis Kahn with blood down his bib
a modern art piece with Myra Hindley
composed from monochrome children's handprints
or tragic souls like Princess Di
beside a message scrawled in red
what do we expect to find in the depictions
of these savages
these tortured
and torturing souls
which cannot be gleamed
from a history book
or newspaper article?
we stare at paintings of people all the time
especially if they're monsters
Genghis Kahn with blood down his bib
a modern art piece with Myra Hindley
composed from monochrome children's handprints
or tragic souls like Princess Di
beside a message scrawled in red
what do we expect to find in the depictions
of these savages
these tortured
and torturing souls
which cannot be gleamed
from a history book
or newspaper article?
Anonymous
[quote]opheliac said:
cunt? ummm no!
cunt? ummm no!
Tides
Tides, they come, they go
Some bring storms, others calm
For some it is raging or peaceful
And others its a suicide waiting to happen
Or it is a ride waiting to be tamed
Some are sunnny, others overcast
Its temporary; never lasts
Tides, they come, they go
Tides, they come, they go
Some bring storms, others calm
For some it is raging or peaceful
And others its a suicide waiting to happen
Or it is a ride waiting to be tamed
Some are sunnny, others overcast
Its temporary; never lasts
Tides, they come, they go
Silence.
Neon lights and dropping beats,
yet I find my silence in the drone and the pills. Echoing
in my heart. It's racing and chasing and destroying my insides,
their quiet cries so slight and hopeless. I don't desire
to listen. You are the rake that manages my garden
as my children wail for water, dried and dying. We
can spend the rest of our days dancing to a silent rave,
winning that silent race, taking life at our waltzing pace.
I can tell alot about myself when we're in black
and white with your faux moustache and bowler hat. This nearly killed
us once before, 'killed' with a capital K. Somedays I scrape the
barrel to find your written words of love. Sometimes
I don't pay attention. I'm still dancing to our silent song. That
is my downfall. In one bitter year have I not learnt? It's probably
not the best time to share the worst side of my January. I don't think
I wish to remember January. I just need you to throw us back to it so we can start again.
I liked the dating, annoying, shy creation we made, though the force became
stronger like a freight train in the rain. It's just past January, we've managed two
months this time. My faith is in you you outspoken, vile tongued, brilliant, intelligent, stupid male.
Don't say goodnight. Keep me here for more reasons than 'I want you to hold me tonight.'
Neon lights and dropping beats,
yet I find my silence in the drone and the pills. Echoing
in my heart. It's racing and chasing and destroying my insides,
their quiet cries so slight and hopeless. I don't desire
to listen. You are the rake that manages my garden
as my children wail for water, dried and dying. We
can spend the rest of our days dancing to a silent rave,
winning that silent race, taking life at our waltzing pace.
I can tell alot about myself when we're in black
and white with your faux moustache and bowler hat. This nearly killed
us once before, 'killed' with a capital K. Somedays I scrape the
barrel to find your written words of love. Sometimes
I don't pay attention. I'm still dancing to our silent song. That
is my downfall. In one bitter year have I not learnt? It's probably
not the best time to share the worst side of my January. I don't think
I wish to remember January. I just need you to throw us back to it so we can start again.
I liked the dating, annoying, shy creation we made, though the force became
stronger like a freight train in the rain. It's just past January, we've managed two
months this time. My faith is in you you outspoken, vile tongued, brilliant, intelligent, stupid male.
Don't say goodnight. Keep me here for more reasons than 'I want you to hold me tonight.'
Word: Modern
Damn the clever fingers of man
so much more devious than a dozen crawling spiders
I curse them,
for crafting this little run of metal
to serve as pistol's trigger
A coward should not have a god's power to shoot forth lightning bolts
This myriad of delicate consequences at the mercy of a few thin as hair seconds
The hand of reaching death
Should only be bestowed upon the completion of a sacred rite of discipline
A journey of many fervent seasons
A wind made righteous by thorough studies in philosphy
Spending many years sowing bullet wounds
Before ever feeling cold grip of a weapon
Never in the hands
Of all these toxic people
Foaming at the mouth
Damn the clever fingers of man
so much more devious than a dozen crawling spiders
I curse them,
for crafting this little run of metal
to serve as pistol's trigger
A coward should not have a god's power to shoot forth lightning bolts
This myriad of delicate consequences at the mercy of a few thin as hair seconds
The hand of reaching death
Should only be bestowed upon the completion of a sacred rite of discipline
A journey of many fervent seasons
A wind made righteous by thorough studies in philosphy
Spending many years sowing bullet wounds
Before ever feeling cold grip of a weapon
Never in the hands
Of all these toxic people
Foaming at the mouth
word: scatter-brained.
the air sits. calm and still.
with memories clouds fill and rain drops spill, in a wet dream with you
as i walk this tight rope because your absence is so near.
eyes slightly open to the dark walls that surround,
so many tears that have fallen down my cheek bones-
structured that skin tone that killed that terrible man named custer.
for years ive introduced my mind into not fully accepting modern day stucture.
the air sits. calm and still.
with memories clouds fill and rain drops spill, in a wet dream with you
as i walk this tight rope because your absence is so near.
eyes slightly open to the dark walls that surround,
so many tears that have fallen down my cheek bones-
structured that skin tone that killed that terrible man named custer.
for years ive introduced my mind into not fully accepting modern day stucture.
Anonymous
Mine was "Consumerism"
Buy
what you want
all that money and time
you spent
to get closer
to something
that you can't define
and your new microwave is nice, yeah,
i like the color
but
won't you spend the color better
spend it on me
i'm broke
Buy
what you want
all that money and time
you spent
to get closer
to something
that you can't define
and your new microwave is nice, yeah,
i like the color
but
won't you spend the color better
spend it on me
i'm broke
Alcoholic drink
I Take a sip
Your so divine
Damn I love a glass of wine
Taquila too
It taste so smooth
Alcohol to me I love
But I don't use Like it's a drug
Why is everyones poems so sad?
I'll probably get reamed for not saying
Alcohol is bad
I won't get a like on this quote
I only will if I say alcohol can make you
slit your throat...
I Take a sip
Your so divine
Damn I love a glass of wine
Taquila too
It taste so smooth
Alcohol to me I love
But I don't use Like it's a drug
Why is everyones poems so sad?
I'll probably get reamed for not saying
Alcohol is bad
I won't get a like on this quote
I only will if I say alcohol can make you
slit your throat... 
