Poetry competition CLOSED 24th May 2011 1:33am
WINNER
Astyanax (Ceejay)
Astyanax (Ceejay)
RUNNER-UP:
rayheinrich
Sonnets
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Write a sonnet. You can use free verse if you wish. Also it doesn't have to be about romantic love. It can be familial, love for a pet, even a love for your country or a treasured possession.
A sonnet is a love poem containing fourteen lines.
One post per person and I'll judge the entries in three weeks.
Lastly can we please try and avoid posting comments like "this person should be the winner" or "yours is the best poem so far"? It isn't fair to the other entrants.
One post per person and I'll judge the entries in three weeks.
Lastly can we please try and avoid posting comments like "this person should be the winner" or "yours is the best poem so far"? It isn't fair to the other entrants.
Very First
Fall out of your head, fall out of your heart
I simply fell out of the the slide at the playground
If there was no playground, the world would be ours
Ever so simply, the first time I fell for you,
I fell out of everything
Space, time, your eyes- I wanted nothing more but to climb back in
You made me smile before I knew what a smile was
My misplaced toothy and toothless grin
Shined in the light reflecting off the metal of the steal built toy
We had all positioned ourselves on as children
Children, so childlike and so so wide eyed
I fell for a girl that made my chest sigh
It all happened when my mother took me outside for the very first time
First time for everything, first time to fall, first chance to cry
Fall out of your head, fall out of your heart
I simply fell out of the the slide at the playground
If there was no playground, the world would be ours
Ever so simply, the first time I fell for you,
I fell out of everything
Space, time, your eyes- I wanted nothing more but to climb back in
You made me smile before I knew what a smile was
My misplaced toothy and toothless grin
Shined in the light reflecting off the metal of the steal built toy
We had all positioned ourselves on as children
Children, so childlike and so so wide eyed
I fell for a girl that made my chest sigh
It all happened when my mother took me outside for the very first time
First time for everything, first time to fall, first chance to cry
Wires
.......................................
I linger at the edge of your existence
Waiting for fire-cozy reassurances
of your affection
I bare my truths like exposed circuits
Pitiably appreciative of every
fleeting reply
Your words cut into my skin
Making my body react with
irresolute tension
I fervently bear the burn of your sorrow
Your patch-work words mend holes
in my heart
Allowing it to slowly
beat it's self to death again
.......................................
I linger at the edge of your existence
Waiting for fire-cozy reassurances
of your affection
I bare my truths like exposed circuits
Pitiably appreciative of every
fleeting reply
Your words cut into my skin
Making my body react with
irresolute tension
I fervently bear the burn of your sorrow
Your patch-work words mend holes
in my heart
Allowing it to slowly
beat it's self to death again
Anonymous
A flick of my wrist writes this letter
I choke on the despair of not having you here
Tears well up and cloud my vision
Missing you sure is a hard lesson to learn
I love you so much from the depths of my soul
Parting ways for just an hour or so
Leaves me wanting and pining for more
Your touch caressing my endurance forlorn
Your heartfelt embraced heat still keeps me warm
Toiling by this fire I long for your presence
I'll remain here stationary ever so weary
With this note remotely close to me
Awaiting your return to comfort my loneliness
If you find me asleep please wake me up...
I choke on the despair of not having you here
Tears well up and cloud my vision
Missing you sure is a hard lesson to learn
I love you so much from the depths of my soul
Parting ways for just an hour or so
Leaves me wanting and pining for more
Your touch caressing my endurance forlorn
Your heartfelt embraced heat still keeps me warm
Toiling by this fire I long for your presence
I'll remain here stationary ever so weary
With this note remotely close to me
Awaiting your return to comfort my loneliness
If you find me asleep please wake me up...
Anonymous
[font=Verdana]Yeah sure you can use an old poem.
Why does my mind flee far away from here
To where my lover rests her auburn head?
It feels enforced, as if a puppeteer
Tweaks heartstrings 'til my mind has loveward fled.
And why, my soul, d'you ache as if you're bruised
Whenever I must tear myself from her?
As if we pulled apart two metals fused
And left it to wholeheartedly demur.
But seeing as my heart's so governed by
What science can't define, the question's fair
And I'll have no respite until I know
How my mind works despite me. Therefore I
Must wander long and hope to be prepared
To answer by the time I'm six below.
To where my lover rests her auburn head?
It feels enforced, as if a puppeteer
Tweaks heartstrings 'til my mind has loveward fled.
And why, my soul, d'you ache as if you're bruised
Whenever I must tear myself from her?
As if we pulled apart two metals fused
And left it to wholeheartedly demur.
But seeing as my heart's so governed by
What science can't define, the question's fair
And I'll have no respite until I know
How my mind works despite me. Therefore I
Must wander long and hope to be prepared
To answer by the time I'm six below.
Anonymous
I romanticize the residual beat that
lies within this cage, sheltered by my ribs.
The metal that once shook lightly
with a flutter of capillaries and ventricles.
Atrium to atrium, left to right,
a clock ticking backwards, like this love of mine.
But, with winder winds, the cage grew brittle,
and snapped with a last unsteady beat of an unsteady wing.
My migrating heart will grow old elsewhere,
and this cage that once cracked an egg,
will faintly smell of rotting green, and grow pale with cobwebs.
The mailbox's flag will remain down,
but my metallic gate will remain swinging.
lies within this cage, sheltered by my ribs.
The metal that once shook lightly
with a flutter of capillaries and ventricles.
Atrium to atrium, left to right,
a clock ticking backwards, like this love of mine.
But, with winder winds, the cage grew brittle,
and snapped with a last unsteady beat of an unsteady wing.
My migrating heart will grow old elsewhere,
and this cage that once cracked an egg,
will faintly smell of rotting green, and grow pale with cobwebs.
The mailbox's flag will remain down,
but my metallic gate will remain swinging.
Unborn Nostalgia (SP Summerscales)
I need you to reinvent , my unborn nostalgia
to strike a dent , in my butterfly neuralgia
a song for when I die
a lament , for us , forever after
to redefine ,my scarred memory eye
and sit with me and cry
through to laughter
I greed you too much , I need you badly
for your present state I cannot touch
the arms I would welcome gladly
Instead I act so butch
but apart I fall so sadly
a different lock is on your door
so I implore , you , for the key .
I need you to reinvent , my unborn nostalgia
to strike a dent , in my butterfly neuralgia
a song for when I die
a lament , for us , forever after
to redefine ,my scarred memory eye
and sit with me and cry
through to laughter
I greed you too much , I need you badly
for your present state I cannot touch
the arms I would welcome gladly
Instead I act so butch
but apart I fall so sadly
a different lock is on your door
so I implore , you , for the key .
Anonymous
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Anonymous
Ya I think so, we Westernize everything so it makes it easier on our lazy asses! "laughs!"
Anonymous
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