Poetry competition CLOSED 12th August 2013 1:41am
WINNER
Sterling7147 (__)
Sterling7147 (__)
What Awaits There?
Poetry Contest Description
What do you think is around the corner, under the bridge?
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This is one of the photos I took this summer while out shooting pictures of railroads, a hobby of mine. Use it for inspiration to write a poem, (any style, length, one entry each) about what you think might be on the other side as you go under the bridge and around the corner. (There are railroad tracks on top of the bridge, BTW)
Is it just trees, a portal to a secret world, a crime scene? What do you think could be there--use your imagination.
Let's make this a 2-part competition where part-1 is your poem entry, and in the same post as your poem, part-2 is your guess as to what's really there in the real world--I know what's there because I drove under the bridge, and brownie points for the guess that comes closest to what lies on the other side.
I'll reveal what's really there after the comp is over and winners chosen!
http://i425.photobucket.com/albums/pp333/LisaM0214/IMG_1389_zps7d2109fb.jpg
DUP seems to not be displaying images, so use the link above to view the photo
This is one of the photos I took this summer while out shooting pictures of railroads, a hobby of mine. Use it for inspiration to write a poem, (any style, length, one entry each) about what you think might be on the other side as you go under the bridge and around the corner. (There are railroad tracks on top of the bridge, BTW)
Is it just trees, a portal to a secret world, a crime scene? What do you think could be there--use your imagination.
Let's make this a 2-part competition where part-1 is your poem entry, and in the same post as your poem, part-2 is your guess as to what's really there in the real world--I know what's there because I drove under the bridge, and brownie points for the guess that comes closest to what lies on the other side.
I'll reveal what's really there after the comp is over and winners chosen!
"Midnight Impact"
I shouldn't have been walking that night
My vision was twisted
My mindset was off
I should have been resting
Yet, I felt rest was useless
I needed to get away
To center myself
Down dark roads
Through dark alleys
I even traversed wooded paths
I don't know where I was going
Or even why
I had this eerie feeling all day
I disregard
my life is all work and no play
I wanted to find my own place
A low profile place
Where no one could find me
even if they wanted to
I continued to down the liquor
Throughout my journey
my small search for serenity
It made a dull day just a little more exciting
I came to a winding road
The leaves seemed to dance around me
Welcoming me to this new found place
It wasn't very discreet
For the path was a paved street
And I found a small bridge
I stopped on this late night
Purely to observe
It was beautiful
It was like a monument
For my own personal odyssey
No light, no life
just the way I like it.
I stood before the arch feeling
As though I was about to walk through a portal
To a different world, a different place
under the bridge I twirled in circles
Celebrating my sweet solitude
My drunken dance was wonderful
And I love this place
nothing can touch me h---
*Splat*
I shouldn't have been walking that night
My vision was twisted
My mindset was off
I should have been resting
Yet, I felt rest was useless
I needed to get away
To center myself
Down dark roads
Through dark alleys
I even traversed wooded paths
I don't know where I was going
Or even why
I had this eerie feeling all day
I disregard
my life is all work and no play
I wanted to find my own place
A low profile place
Where no one could find me
even if they wanted to
I continued to down the liquor
Throughout my journey
my small search for serenity
It made a dull day just a little more exciting
I came to a winding road
The leaves seemed to dance around me
Welcoming me to this new found place
It wasn't very discreet
For the path was a paved street
And I found a small bridge
I stopped on this late night
Purely to observe
It was beautiful
It was like a monument
For my own personal odyssey
No light, no life
just the way I like it.
I stood before the arch feeling
As though I was about to walk through a portal
To a different world, a different place
under the bridge I twirled in circles
Celebrating my sweet solitude
My drunken dance was wonderful
And I love this place
nothing can touch me h---
*Splat*
Shhh can you hear that?
The clock’s tic, tic,
tic and rat, tat, tat,
the drip, drip, drip
and lick, lick, lick
of that big furry fat cat?
Ohhh… but there are other things
here in the inky dark,
things you cannot see
that howl and bark,
things that hiss,
sizzle and clank
like the groaning
of the wooden floor plank.
What could it be, what could be there?
Is it the monster in the closet
or the boogeyman under the stairs?
I dare not look, I dare not see,
only a drip from the faucet,
might that is what's scaring me?
The wind howls and moans...
Is it a monster come
to snatch my bones?
Ding dong, ding dong
the hallway clock chimes,
I frighten myself with
these silly nursery rhymes.
I always wonder at night
before I fall asleep,
what else is in the dark,
quickly, I count my sheep,
hope I never find out
what makes all those sounds,
errant ghosts, witches
or escaped hell hounds.
That… is… it,
no more for tonight
Stop your funny business
silly mischievous sprite,
no more ratty tat tat
or tickety tic, tic
it is midnight
go to sleep, now,
lickety split!
Gypsy red
Anonymous
UNDER THE BRIDGE
Under the bridge the body lies
Undetected by forensic eyes
I know because I buried him there
He is free, far from care
He rests in peace
Beneath the feet
Of students at the private school
Ivey covered and imposing
Where I work, dying each day
For my love who went away
We were engaged to be married
Until he reneged on account
Of having a wife or two
Not accounted for
It seems I would be number four
Then he did not show up one day
Left the school, left things astray
What a mess he left behind
Never bothering to be kind
The scorpionic detective I was meant to be
Found him hinding and homeless
Like the troll he was
This love and life was not of value
Taking it was easy enough
Now he is interred in plain sight
Thanks to my archeological ability
Every stone unturned that night
Is now exactly as it used to be
They questioned us all
But a death notice was noted
In the paper someone doted
On her brother lost at sea
Did he piss off more people
Than just little old me?
Gone
*******
We are going to that man's house,
we don't want to of course,
but after much discourse with the children's service director,
we have no choice.
We don't know him,
Mum and dad never spoke of him.
But apparently he's a hermit.
Apparently he hasn't left his manor in 10 years,
and now here's
his brothers three kids, knocking on his door.
We were dropped off at the street of this drive,
told to go under the bridge,
and take a right at the fork in the road.
No one to help us carry our load,
my little siblings struggling and tired,
sadness and fear mired in their scrunched up faces.
Of all the places to be sent...this is it??
We walked underneath the foreboding overpass,
moss and grass seemed to grow from the stone
and the cold lack of welcome chilled us to the bone.
But we knew, by passing through this gateway to the unknown,
the life we had before would be gone...
*******
We are going to that man's house,
we don't want to of course,
but after much discourse with the children's service director,
we have no choice.
We don't know him,
Mum and dad never spoke of him.
But apparently he's a hermit.
Apparently he hasn't left his manor in 10 years,
and now here's
his brothers three kids, knocking on his door.
We were dropped off at the street of this drive,
told to go under the bridge,
and take a right at the fork in the road.
No one to help us carry our load,
my little siblings struggling and tired,
sadness and fear mired in their scrunched up faces.
Of all the places to be sent...this is it??
We walked underneath the foreboding overpass,
moss and grass seemed to grow from the stone
and the cold lack of welcome chilled us to the bone.
But we knew, by passing through this gateway to the unknown,
the life we had before would be gone...
WHAT LIES BEYOND
I can smell the Eleven breath
Coming from the portal
Beyond the view of mortals
Of humanity it is bereft
A doorway to another world
Where they are so noble
And the trees there are mobile
The shifting colors in a swirl
A place of endless flagons
And a succulent feast
Of a slow roasted beast
Hosted by Gods and dragons
There stands a dire ranger
With a sword in hand
Protector of man
The woods, they reek of danger
From away they look so tame
Whispering swaying trees
Giving voice to the breeze
Do I dare enter this plane?
In my mind there is strife,
To place myself in peril.
What if this a herald
Of the makings of a new life?
I pass under the bridge.
Through a liquid mesh
Like a lover’s caress.
And stand before fantasy’s edge.
As for what is actually beyond the bridge, I can only guess. A group of drunken leprechauns giving a bath to an angry tiger in a giant golden bathtub? No? Ahh man!
I can smell the Eleven breath
Coming from the portal
Beyond the view of mortals
Of humanity it is bereft
A doorway to another world
Where they are so noble
And the trees there are mobile
The shifting colors in a swirl
A place of endless flagons
And a succulent feast
Of a slow roasted beast
Hosted by Gods and dragons
There stands a dire ranger
With a sword in hand
Protector of man
The woods, they reek of danger
From away they look so tame
Whispering swaying trees
Giving voice to the breeze
Do I dare enter this plane?
In my mind there is strife,
To place myself in peril.
What if this a herald
Of the makings of a new life?
I pass under the bridge.
Through a liquid mesh
Like a lover’s caress.
And stand before fantasy’s edge.
As for what is actually beyond the bridge, I can only guess. A group of drunken leprechauns giving a bath to an angry tiger in a giant golden bathtub? No? Ahh man!
Afraid of the Dark?
There it was.
That bridge.
I'm being paranoid,
but fuck it.
I move towards,
this giant overbuilt.
Splayed my fingers,
to caress the cold concrete.
I feel my way,
under this span.
I jump every time I hear
the rattle of the train tracks.
Don't you dare
collapse,
at least wait
until I pass.
I need to
get to the other side.
Some one told me,
there, I would find light.
Come on,
sweet bridge of mine.
Show me, lead me,
to the other side.
Where the sun
shines brighter.
Where I've heard,
the grass is some how,
greener.
But as I feel
my way through.
I saw some thing,
I didn't think I'd do.
I sagged
against the wall,
in utter disbelief.
I fell to my knees.
I had no more strength.
I was too weak,
and in too deep.
I had come this far.
To see.
Nothing.
Just a longer road,
ahead of me.
The sun kept setting,
and the trees loomed above.
I thought that by coming through,
that'll be enough.
Goodbye sun.
I pray for protection,
by this bridge's arc.
I'm sorry I can't continue,
but the truth is,
I'm...
I'm...
I'm afraid of the dark.
There it was.
That bridge.
I'm being paranoid,
but fuck it.
I move towards,
this giant overbuilt.
Splayed my fingers,
to caress the cold concrete.
I feel my way,
under this span.
I jump every time I hear
the rattle of the train tracks.
Don't you dare
collapse,
at least wait
until I pass.
I need to
get to the other side.
Some one told me,
there, I would find light.
Come on,
sweet bridge of mine.
Show me, lead me,
to the other side.
Where the sun
shines brighter.
Where I've heard,
the grass is some how,
greener.
But as I feel
my way through.
I saw some thing,
I didn't think I'd do.
I sagged
against the wall,
in utter disbelief.
I fell to my knees.
I had no more strength.
I was too weak,
and in too deep.
I had come this far.
To see.
Nothing.
Just a longer road,
ahead of me.
The sun kept setting,
and the trees loomed above.
I thought that by coming through,
that'll be enough.
Goodbye sun.
I pray for protection,
by this bridge's arc.
I'm sorry I can't continue,
but the truth is,
I'm...
I'm...
I'm afraid of the dark.
