Poetry competition CLOSED 25th July 2013 7:54pm
WINNER
ZexionKingdomHeart
ZexionKingdomHeart
RUNNERS-UP:
PsychicApocalypse
and Carpe_Noctem
Tangled in 50?
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
see below...
All welcome!
2 entries max, each
no collabs, no old poems
1 week-inbox me any questions
Give me 50 words (plus or minus a few)inspired by the following song title...
"Tangled up in Blue"
no other rules-just go for it :-)
2 entries max, each
no collabs, no old poems
1 week-inbox me any questions
Give me 50 words (plus or minus a few)inspired by the following song title...
"Tangled up in Blue"
no other rules-just go for it :-)
Anonymous
Madame, thank you-great stuff-and you set the bar high to kick us off!
MadameLavender said:
Over Water
Restless again,
I escape the tangled world,
To that place
Where only the underbrush
Is tangled—
The rails.
Here, I focus
Alone,
Yet wishing for your presence.
Shared solitary aloofness,
We speak volumes to each other
Without words,
Just your knowing gaze
And your kiss.
Narrow land-bridge—
I walk the tracks,
Cerulean blue water
Lapping at each side.
(60 words, photo taken this morning at Wachusett Reservoir, West Boylston, MA on the tracks across the water.)
Nice photo to go with the poem, MadameL...
Over Water
Restless again,
I escape the tangled world,
To that place
Where only the underbrush
Is tangled—
The rails.
Here, I focus
Alone,
Yet wishing for your presence.
Shared solitary aloofness,
We speak volumes to each other
Without words,
Just your knowing gaze
And your kiss.
Narrow land-bridge—
I walk the tracks,
Cerulean blue water
Lapping at each side.
(60 words, photo taken this morning at Wachusett Reservoir, West Boylston, MA on the tracks across the water.)
Nice photo to go with the poem, MadameL...
Anonymous
get your entry in here Mr. Engineer! :-)
-A Change Of Scenery-
Walking blind into the unknown
the hardest part is taking the first step
the plot thickens
tiptoeing turns to running
the hunter is now the prey
you've accepted the role of the victim by refusing to commit
take the step and mean it
we both know you're better than this...
Walking blind into the unknown
the hardest part is taking the first step
the plot thickens
tiptoeing turns to running
the hunter is now the prey
you've accepted the role of the victim by refusing to commit
take the step and mean it
we both know you're better than this...
Anonymous
nice work, MGC- thank you :-)
EngrVV said:
Nice photo to go with the poem, MadameL...
Thanks! I was out photographing railroads this morning, a hobby of mine, and that one is on a thin, land bridge over a large reservoir. Just wide enough for the tracks and a bit of brush, and was thinking it would be good stuff for a poem and voila! Thanks Miki, for this comp--gave me a reason to get a poem out about my obsession.
Nice photo to go with the poem, MadameL...
Thanks! I was out photographing railroads this morning, a hobby of mine, and that one is on a thin, land bridge over a large reservoir. Just wide enough for the tracks and a bit of brush, and was thinking it would be good stuff for a poem and voila! Thanks Miki, for this comp--gave me a reason to get a poem out about my obsession.
Anonymous
No problemo! I love the pic too-glad you shared it :-)
http://imageshack.us/a/img14/2744/faceundertherainbowinas.jpg
"Height's of Treasure's and Bird's"
Grazing over through the trees.
The blue sky glowed royally.
A rolling stone I was down at this poets path.
Coin's no longer matter treasures not in the math.
Mirage falls silent in the mist of all those trees.
But the glowing blueness of it all still beckons to me.
The blue sky glowed royally.
A rolling stone I was down at this poets path.
Coin's no longer matter treasures not in the math.
Mirage falls silent in the mist of all those trees.
But the glowing blueness of it all still beckons to me.
Your glance falls onto my face,
Covered in a black lace.
While I stare at the cold stone,
Belonging to the man who left me alone.
Sinking into the deep blue sea,
Depression devouring me.
"Goodbye my love, I'll miss you.
I'll wait here on earth, tangled up in blue."
50 words, exactly.
Covered in a black lace.
While I stare at the cold stone,
Belonging to the man who left me alone.
Sinking into the deep blue sea,
Depression devouring me.
"Goodbye my love, I'll miss you.
I'll wait here on earth, tangled up in blue."
50 words, exactly.
Well oiled machine
dying at the heart
Dig deep into pockets
buy your way
a dollar bill
for your soul
Here's your ticket
to the promise land
You live by the wage
then you fucking die a slave
White collar tangled up in Blue
Creativity sparks revolution
welcome to the new world order
Anonymous
great so far..thank's everyone!
http://koogimama.files.wordpress.com/2010/10/underwater.jpg
She was such beautiful girl,
now bound to a rock and tied.
She was thrown in the blue,
and left under there to die.
She can see the water,
right above her head.
Her lungs scream for oxygen,
the ocean, now her deathbed.
Her hair floats,
like an ever glowing flame.
She slowly drowns, tangled up in blue,
never to be seen again.
(63 words, is it too much?)
