Poetry competition CLOSED 19th May 2013 11:49pm
WINNER
EngrVV (D_Poetic Engineer)
EngrVV (D_Poetic Engineer)
RUNNERS-UP:
kriticool
and ElrondSirfalas
Pessimistic Thinking
becsta said:Your comp so your right to set your own rules and I respect that, you will get some good negative poems out of itno offence but a dark poem with all those restrictions is like going to a prostitute and only buying a hug lol.
lol! Nice analogy! After several complaints about all of the restrictions, I have taken back two of them. You are now permitted to use curse words and you are now allowed to include racism... I would rather these NOT be used, but they will no longer disqualify your entry. Previous entries may be edited at any time, so if this changes how you would have written your poem, you may change it.
lol! Nice analogy! After several complaints about all of the restrictions, I have taken back two of them. You are now permitted to use curse words and you are now allowed to include racism... I would rather these NOT be used, but they will no longer disqualify your entry. Previous entries may be edited at any time, so if this changes how you would have written your poem, you may change it.
Anonymous
http://jojofeelings.files.wordpress.com/2012/08/stock-vector-cartoon-married-couple-1971673.jpg
THE HAPPILY MARRIED COUPLE
I see that nice young couple
So perfect for each other
If I did not know them
I would not know all the lies
That put them together
In seeming marital bliss
They had the perfect wedding
Sealed it with a kiss
Only she is bi-polar, schizophrenic too
Met him on the pscyh ward where he was made
To stay as he tried to kill someone
One fine day
You would not know it
As she is white and blonde and a wasp
Looks like the hair care commercial
Blue eyes look at you so kind
Without medication
She is out of her mind
As for him, he is a straight horse rider
Good looking, intelligent, well behaved
Unless he is taking that vile mixture
Of illegal drugs he trades
I grew up knowing their mothers and fathers
Who had hell with those children
But when they wanted to marry
They finally saw the light
Get rid of both
It will be all right
She forgets to take her meds
He beats her until she is nearly dead
But keen intelligence in both
Makes them see the light
So they eventually take their meds
Go to the psychiatrist
Get adequate counseling
It just does not last
So I could have said
I knew it would end so bad
But I am a realistic pessimist
I did not want to make you too sad.
THE HAPPILY MARRIED COUPLE
I see that nice young couple
So perfect for each other
If I did not know them
I would not know all the lies
That put them together
In seeming marital bliss
They had the perfect wedding
Sealed it with a kiss
Only she is bi-polar, schizophrenic too
Met him on the pscyh ward where he was made
To stay as he tried to kill someone
One fine day
You would not know it
As she is white and blonde and a wasp
Looks like the hair care commercial
Blue eyes look at you so kind
Without medication
She is out of her mind
As for him, he is a straight horse rider
Good looking, intelligent, well behaved
Unless he is taking that vile mixture
Of illegal drugs he trades
I grew up knowing their mothers and fathers
Who had hell with those children
But when they wanted to marry
They finally saw the light
Get rid of both
It will be all right
She forgets to take her meds
He beats her until she is nearly dead
But keen intelligence in both
Makes them see the light
So they eventually take their meds
Go to the psychiatrist
Get adequate counseling
It just does not last
So I could have said
I knew it would end so bad
But I am a realistic pessimist
I did not want to make you too sad.
http://www.heavenlyimages.com/welcomechild[1].jpg
We're Going Nowhere
We try to grasp all that we can feel
Every grain of substance we can imagine
All the hesitant hands we couldn't deal
From our arduous compassion engines
How long can we believe until we kneel;
To the unkempt veracity of religion?
Or fade into a vengeful iconoclast?
Cynically mocking the faithful breed
Of merry-go-bashers that attempt to cast
Their egotist ideals of what we all need
Fairy tale prophets that lived in the past
Getting off on their own selfish greed
The words of mankind have nothing to tell
Implicating a heaven is rhetoric at best
And, If i'm to live i'd rather go to hell
A tactic of fear sounds like a fitting nest
For someone who has already gaily fell
To a nihilist end that I should have guessed
I have opened my mind to one single thing
A universal truth that we all should know
That one simple rule is to believe in nothing
Is there any trace of deception in what I sow?
There is no wrong answer when you doubt everything
And, Your deathbed shall drench you in a deadly woe
We all fucking die alone!
We're Going Nowhere
We try to grasp all that we can feel
Every grain of substance we can imagine
All the hesitant hands we couldn't deal
From our arduous compassion engines
How long can we believe until we kneel;
To the unkempt veracity of religion?
Or fade into a vengeful iconoclast?
Cynically mocking the faithful breed
Of merry-go-bashers that attempt to cast
Their egotist ideals of what we all need
Fairy tale prophets that lived in the past
Getting off on their own selfish greed
The words of mankind have nothing to tell
Implicating a heaven is rhetoric at best
And, If i'm to live i'd rather go to hell
A tactic of fear sounds like a fitting nest
For someone who has already gaily fell
To a nihilist end that I should have guessed
I have opened my mind to one single thing
A universal truth that we all should know
That one simple rule is to believe in nothing
Is there any trace of deception in what I sow?
There is no wrong answer when you doubt everything
And, Your deathbed shall drench you in a deadly woe
We all fucking die alone!
Grace said:[quote-195655-Angel_Of_Darkness]Grace and Anna, if these are entries, you will have to add the picture you are using as inspiration in order to get credit.
Been trying to but couldn't get it to work. Still trying.
[/quote]
If all else fails, I will accept a hyperlink to the picture, just remind me that that is what it's for.
Been trying to but couldn't get it to work. Still trying.
[/quote] If all else fails, I will accept a hyperlink to the picture, just remind me that that is what it's for.
This isn't working for me so I've attached this super long link.......sorry 
http://www.google.com/imgres?um=1&sa=N&biw=1366&bih=594&hl=en&authuser=0&tbm=isch&tbnid=UGvtNQoou6kN3M:&imgrefurl=http://freespiritartgallery.com/8X10%2Bprints%2Bhome%2Bsale%2Bshelby%2Bcrouse%2Bwatercolor%2Bpainting.html&docid=PDEcgYdzHQu7yM&imgurl=http://freespiritartgallery.com/images/prints/the_antique_door.jpg&w=450&h=600&ei=alWIUZ3SEOqi4APD44CQBw&zoom=1&ved=1t:3588,r:4,s:0,i:97&iact=rc&dur=1554&page=1&tbnh=189&tbnw=139&start=0&ndsp=25&tx=57&ty=42
My Heart, Before and After:
Sealed tight up tight for all these year, never having been awoken from it's slumber. Hiding behind a tall, strong door, fastened with a chain and lock. Thought never to be opened, resigned to sit and just gather dust.
Keys had been brought to the door, in attempts to open it. But no tumblers ever whirred and clicked, and the lock remained closed - yet showing a few new scratches with every new key. It tried to change itself to fit the keys, but could not hold its shape. It had to be the way it was, even if it meant that there was no way any key would fit, ever.
It was on a very unsuspecting day, a day much like any other, that suddenly a key dropped into view. From out of the blue it swept in, carried on a whirlwind, and unbolted the lock with nary a hindrance, seeming to have been 'specially made for it.
And so the door slowly opened. Sunlight and laughter spilled into an empty room, filling it with life, creating a thousand echoes of the smiles flitting to and fro. The chain and lock lay on the floor, cast aside, no longer needed. Freedom had finally been found.
But.
Time passed. And another day came. Another very unsuspecting day, a day much like any other.
The day that the sunlight and laughter were suddenly gone. The chill and the dark crept in like lurking demons, taking back their old places inside that room, pulling the door shut behind them.
If you were to see the door today, you would think that it looked very much the same as it did before. Still tall and strong, wrapped ‘bout with a chain and lock. But were you to look closer, you would notice a change. The door no longer hangs quite as straight on its hinges as it did before. It shudders with every breath of wind. Deep scars cross in hideous spider webs across its surface. The chain, bruised and even more tightly wound about, creating gouges in the wood with its vise-like grip. A name scratched into the metal surface of the lock.
Only one key belongs to that name. The only key that has ever been able to open the door.
http://www.google.com/imgres?um=1&sa=N&biw=1366&bih=594&hl=en&authuser=0&tbm=isch&tbnid=UGvtNQoou6kN3M:&imgrefurl=http://freespiritartgallery.com/8X10%2Bprints%2Bhome%2Bsale%2Bshelby%2Bcrouse%2Bwatercolor%2Bpainting.html&docid=PDEcgYdzHQu7yM&imgurl=http://freespiritartgallery.com/images/prints/the_antique_door.jpg&w=450&h=600&ei=alWIUZ3SEOqi4APD44CQBw&zoom=1&ved=1t:3588,r:4,s:0,i:97&iact=rc&dur=1554&page=1&tbnh=189&tbnw=139&start=0&ndsp=25&tx=57&ty=42
My Heart, Before and After:
Sealed tight up tight for all these year, never having been awoken from it's slumber. Hiding behind a tall, strong door, fastened with a chain and lock. Thought never to be opened, resigned to sit and just gather dust.
Keys had been brought to the door, in attempts to open it. But no tumblers ever whirred and clicked, and the lock remained closed - yet showing a few new scratches with every new key. It tried to change itself to fit the keys, but could not hold its shape. It had to be the way it was, even if it meant that there was no way any key would fit, ever.
It was on a very unsuspecting day, a day much like any other, that suddenly a key dropped into view. From out of the blue it swept in, carried on a whirlwind, and unbolted the lock with nary a hindrance, seeming to have been 'specially made for it.
And so the door slowly opened. Sunlight and laughter spilled into an empty room, filling it with life, creating a thousand echoes of the smiles flitting to and fro. The chain and lock lay on the floor, cast aside, no longer needed. Freedom had finally been found.
But.
Time passed. And another day came. Another very unsuspecting day, a day much like any other.
The day that the sunlight and laughter were suddenly gone. The chill and the dark crept in like lurking demons, taking back their old places inside that room, pulling the door shut behind them.
If you were to see the door today, you would think that it looked very much the same as it did before. Still tall and strong, wrapped ‘bout with a chain and lock. But were you to look closer, you would notice a change. The door no longer hangs quite as straight on its hinges as it did before. It shudders with every breath of wind. Deep scars cross in hideous spider webs across its surface. The chain, bruised and even more tightly wound about, creating gouges in the wood with its vise-like grip. A name scratched into the metal surface of the lock.
Only one key belongs to that name. The only key that has ever been able to open the door.
Grace said:[quote-195655-Angel_Of_Darkness]Grace and Anna, if these are entries, you will have to add the picture you are using as inspiration in order to get credit.
Been trying to but couldn't get it to work. Still trying.[/quote]
Grace, start anew by clicking on the green button (with arrow inside)that's advanced option, and then click on the insert image option next to quote (yellow face). Google an image and right click on it. Copy URL of that image and insert it in- between. Once you have that,you can copy and paste your poem below. Hope this helps!
Been trying to but couldn't get it to work. Still trying.
[/quote] Grace, start anew by clicking on the green button (with arrow inside)that's advanced option, and then click on the insert image option next to quote (yellow face). Google an image and right click on it. Copy URL of that image and insert it in- between. Once you have that,you can copy and paste your poem below. Hope this helps!
http://i42.tinypic.com/2zhl9go.jpg
he just murdered his whole family
in the bathroom
with a twenty two
before he shot
himself.
he just murdered his whole family
in the bathroom
with a twenty two
before he shot
himself.
If Only We Could Turn Back Time
http://i2.cdn.turner.com/cnn/dam/assets/130402112946-01-weather-0402-horizontal-gallery.jpg
One by one the shriveled leaves are falling,
so as the days of our lives, passing
We often reminisce those years gone by,
with lots of what ifs and what could have been
How I wish we were the parents of those happy kids
playing tug-of-war with us on our favorite beach
Every week-end in summer, we will share their joys
Until our girls get married, as well as the boys
Oh, how I envy their lucky father,
as I envisioned you, as their mother
Just imagine how it would be like
living with those children,
instead of three kittens...
If only we could turn back time
we won't be having
this kind of
conversation............................
Dark thoughts fuel my envy every passing day
So I hatch a plan to vanish their happy family
One week-end while they're playing on the beach
I searched their food, and with poison I laced!
They vanished without a trace of foul play
Food poisoning was the cause of their death
Just becoming a common disaster nowadays
Be careful, DEATH is lurking at you today!
Clouds of doubts consume our bright minds,
as shroud of darkness fills the void within
our moral fibers, slowly gnawing our hearts out--
Not knowing what to do when someone is left out,
we would rather be both dead than living without...
http://i2.cdn.turner.com/cnn/dam/assets/130402112946-01-weather-0402-horizontal-gallery.jpg
One by one the shriveled leaves are falling,
so as the days of our lives, passing
We often reminisce those years gone by,
with lots of what ifs and what could have been
How I wish we were the parents of those happy kids
playing tug-of-war with us on our favorite beach
Every week-end in summer, we will share their joys
Until our girls get married, as well as the boys
Oh, how I envy their lucky father,
as I envisioned you, as their mother
Just imagine how it would be like
living with those children,
instead of three kittens...
If only we could turn back time
we won't be having
this kind of
conversation............................
Dark thoughts fuel my envy every passing day
So I hatch a plan to vanish their happy family
One week-end while they're playing on the beach
I searched their food, and with poison I laced!
They vanished without a trace of foul play
Food poisoning was the cause of their death
Just becoming a common disaster nowadays
Be careful, DEATH is lurking at you today!
Clouds of doubts consume our bright minds,
as shroud of darkness fills the void within
our moral fibers, slowly gnawing our hearts out--
Not knowing what to do when someone is left out,
we would rather be both dead than living without...
