Poetry competition CLOSED 23rd August 2013 10:15pm
WINNER
LynetteOkoroike (LynetteChiamakaOkoroike)
LynetteOkoroike (LynetteChiamakaOkoroike)
RUNNER-UP:
EngrVV
Imagery Challenge
Poetry Contest Description
Make a Mountain out of a Molehill
Showcase your talent! Don't hold back .. Gimme all you got!
Here's the deal .. take a word .. ANY word and give it a new and diverse meaning.
The word could be an emotion, a thing, really anything!
Name the poem with your word
2 entries per poet
new submissions only
All in 16 lines or less!
Goodluck!!
Here's the deal .. take a word .. ANY word and give it a new and diverse meaning.
The word could be an emotion, a thing, really anything!
Name the poem with your word
2 entries per poet
new submissions only
All in 16 lines or less!
Goodluck!!
Anonymous
A MOUNTAIN OUT OF A MOLEHILL
The cat is too lazy, there is a mouse in the house
Then the back door opens and the dog walks in
Meanwhile the mouse is on the counter
Sniffing a pie with a side of cheese
Trying to get the cat going is futile I see
The dog does not do any better
The mouse is running free
I ask my husband the vet to do it
He is too drunk and tired, screw it
So with all my might I grapple with the mouse
Who has left with cheese in his mouth
As I throw my dessert out
I think about getting rid of those louts
A husband, a dog and even a cat
Useless, cannot even get a rat
Failed the mouse test
They will all be poisoned tonight!
DREAMY THRESHOLD
I let my mind wander,
While digging deep
In nocturnal slumber.
Not a restriction at sight,
Nothing to stop imagination
All through the night.
A world free of limit
I could share,
But I have a moody spirit.
Going down the hall,
Gazing into a window
Such views stand tall.
Elephants that juggle,
Encircled with music
A perfect life without struggle.
Opening doors I walk
Into a garden with blossoms
I let the voices talk.
Paper lanterns dance
In aerial swirls,
All caught in one glance.
The ground bellow is damp,
Well what do you know?
I’m now standing
In the middle of a swamp.
I let my mind wander,
While digging deep
In nocturnal slumber.
Not a restriction at sight,
Nothing to stop imagination
All through the night.
A world free of limit
I could share,
But I have a moody spirit.
Going down the hall,
Gazing into a window
Such views stand tall.
Elephants that juggle,
Encircled with music
A perfect life without struggle.
Opening doors I walk
Into a garden with blossoms
I let the voices talk.
Paper lanterns dance
In aerial swirls,
All caught in one glance.
The ground bellow is damp,
Well what do you know?
I’m now standing
In the middle of a swamp.
Anonymous
“Blood”
http://blog.nj.com/newark/2008/10/large_1gang.jpg
I kept telling the nurse
my blood was coming
in for a visit,
wanted to see her,
had something special for her
but she kept taking more.
She couldn’t understand
why I was making
such a fuss
out her doing her job.
And as I got weaker,
out of the corner of my eye
I saw Shadow walk in
wearing his colors,
pulled out his automatic,
shot her right
between the eyes.
I tried to warn her.
Fucking stupid phlebotomist,
marrying a crazed-gang member
known for revenge
is unwise.
http://blog.nj.com/newark/2008/10/large_1gang.jpg
I kept telling the nurse
my blood was coming
in for a visit,
wanted to see her,
had something special for her
but she kept taking more.
She couldn’t understand
why I was making
such a fuss
out her doing her job.
And as I got weaker,
out of the corner of my eye
I saw Shadow walk in
wearing his colors,
pulled out his automatic,
shot her right
between the eyes.
I tried to warn her.
Fucking stupid phlebotomist,
marrying a crazed-gang member
known for revenge
is unwise.
Dr. Pepper Gal
******************
I am an addict, with the saddest addiction.
It has caused pain and friction for all
in the halls of my home.
I am the weakest link,
The chink in my proud families armor.
The glamour they use to hide their vices
is lost on me.
See it started in highschool, during lunch.
I'd pay my money and get my fix hidden in a bathroom stall.
All thought maybe I was bulimic,
My mom and father being fitness models,
And me...downing bottles of my hidden sin.
I could see it changing my body for the worse,
A hearse would be there soon,
waiting to cart me off,
Where my family could scoff at my lack of discipline.
But see if I were gone, I could no longer offend
those two high and mighty people of which I am their only progeny.
But despite how wrong my cravings were,
And how my days would blur, oh I had to have it.
I simply couldn't live without it.
So they sent me to rehab.
like a lab rat they tested me,
Never could I rest.
but now I am clean,
the coke is out of my system...
and I am a Dr. Pepper gal now...
******************
I am an addict, with the saddest addiction.
It has caused pain and friction for all
in the halls of my home.
I am the weakest link,
The chink in my proud families armor.
The glamour they use to hide their vices
is lost on me.
See it started in highschool, during lunch.
I'd pay my money and get my fix hidden in a bathroom stall.
All thought maybe I was bulimic,
My mom and father being fitness models,
And me...downing bottles of my hidden sin.
I could see it changing my body for the worse,
A hearse would be there soon,
waiting to cart me off,
Where my family could scoff at my lack of discipline.
But see if I were gone, I could no longer offend
those two high and mighty people of which I am their only progeny.
But despite how wrong my cravings were,
And how my days would blur, oh I had to have it.
I simply couldn't live without it.
So they sent me to rehab.
like a lab rat they tested me,
Never could I rest.
but now I am clean,
the coke is out of my system...
and I am a Dr. Pepper gal now...
Anonymous
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Clouds
The fluffy white clouds
in the light blue sky
are like
float-able light clay.
We can take one of them down,
mash it, mold it, fold it,
and smooth it,
to create new images
and objects.
When finished, we can put our
new creations
right back up in the sky
to love, adore, admire, cherish,
and be proud of our
achievements.
The sky's the limit.
The fluffy white clouds
in the light blue sky
are like
float-able light clay.
We can take one of them down,
mash it, mold it, fold it,
and smooth it,
to create new images
and objects.
When finished, we can put our
new creations
right back up in the sky
to love, adore, admire, cherish,
and be proud of our
achievements.
The sky's the limit.
A ravishing beauty
Ravishing beauty she is
My brother’s love
Eyes of deep brown
Lips of blush corals
Hair of ebony
Voice like whispers
Of rain on bamboo groves
Aphrodite personified….
A girl seen through
the eyes of love
To me just a curvaceous girl
With no dandruff.
Ravishing beauty she is
My brother’s love
Eyes of deep brown
Lips of blush corals
Hair of ebony
Voice like whispers
Of rain on bamboo groves
Aphrodite personified….
A girl seen through
the eyes of love
To me just a curvaceous girl
With no dandruff.
Boulevard
Many dreams are woven in this beautiful place
A place so charming, lovers are drawn to the water
Watching the sun slowly change the color of its face
As it gets dark and colder, the lovers become hotter
The setting sun is always a lovely, romantic sight
For lovers: local and foreign tourists alike
Surprised to know it’s now an urban blight
Frequented by people whom you may dislike
Pimps and prostitutes lined the boulevard
Where young lovers used to kiss and dream
About having their own house with a backyard
While sharing and licking a melting ice-cream
Gone are the days of youth; whose souls are in despair
To see their beloved boulevard, now beyond repair!
Many dreams are woven in this beautiful place
A place so charming, lovers are drawn to the water
Watching the sun slowly change the color of its face
As it gets dark and colder, the lovers become hotter
The setting sun is always a lovely, romantic sight
For lovers: local and foreign tourists alike
Surprised to know it’s now an urban blight
Frequented by people whom you may dislike
Pimps and prostitutes lined the boulevard
Where young lovers used to kiss and dream
About having their own house with a backyard
While sharing and licking a melting ice-cream
Gone are the days of youth; whose souls are in despair
To see their beloved boulevard, now beyond repair!
Anonymous
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Anonymous
ONOMOANMENT
On bed of nails rusting,
Maiden of Iron twists with steam-headed Tin Man,
into Blue Moon Oblivion thrusting,
hard bodies chiming,
heavy metal rhyming
As steel trap door's rising
from dark floor, surprising.
Enter The Masked Welder, blowtorch in hand.
"Honey, I'm home!!!..."
On bed of nails rusting,
Maiden of Iron twists with steam-headed Tin Man,
into Blue Moon Oblivion thrusting,
hard bodies chiming,
heavy metal rhyming
As steel trap door's rising
from dark floor, surprising.
Enter The Masked Welder, blowtorch in hand.
"Honey, I'm home!!!..."
