Poetry competition CLOSED 17th May 2014 11:12am
WINNER
Ghoulie (Just G)
Ghoulie (Just G)
RUNNERS-UP:
Indie
and Magdalena
Not me, not I.
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poem using one of the following images without referring to yourself.
Choose one of the following images and write a poem without referring to yourself.
.Rules
* New writes only
* No word limit
* Poem MUST be titled
* Poem must not contain the words me, my or I. You must also not directly refer to yourself.
*Please mention which picture you used. Either post the picture with your poem or just writing it somewhere at the end under your poem is fine.
* You will be judged on spelling and grammar as well as content.
* No general chit chat please
* Two weeks.
http://i1072.photobucket.com/albums/w371/missysub/9f6a108e7512f92eafdd1db67a848efb_zps3e48b492.jpg
http://i1072.photobucket.com/albums/w371/missysub/324392c4f66980ec2941ed8f7764efba_zps6c518dc5.jpg
http://i1072.photobucket.com/albums/w371/missysub/62c4376884d79aff0031fcf232a3b36d_zpsaac8a791.jpg
http://i1072.photobucket.com/albums/w371/missysub/6b952014f47fa27f7614d02579859b78_zpsb76cabda.jpg
http://i1072.photobucket.com/albums/w371/missysub/0495aab4c4d2270a259cb5aa72941767_zpsaa8d4124.jpg
http://i1072.photobucket.com/albums/w371/missysub/010aaf6ed3de8ad3de8393a6c7065aba_zps424711e2.jpg
.Rules
* New writes only
* No word limit
* Poem MUST be titled
* Poem must not contain the words me, my or I. You must also not directly refer to yourself.
*Please mention which picture you used. Either post the picture with your poem or just writing it somewhere at the end under your poem is fine.
* You will be judged on spelling and grammar as well as content.
* No general chit chat please
* Two weeks.
http://i1072.photobucket.com/albums/w371/missysub/9f6a108e7512f92eafdd1db67a848efb_zps3e48b492.jpg
http://i1072.photobucket.com/albums/w371/missysub/324392c4f66980ec2941ed8f7764efba_zps6c518dc5.jpg
http://i1072.photobucket.com/albums/w371/missysub/62c4376884d79aff0031fcf232a3b36d_zpsaac8a791.jpg
http://i1072.photobucket.com/albums/w371/missysub/6b952014f47fa27f7614d02579859b78_zpsb76cabda.jpg
http://i1072.photobucket.com/albums/w371/missysub/0495aab4c4d2270a259cb5aa72941767_zpsaa8d4124.jpg
http://i1072.photobucket.com/albums/w371/missysub/010aaf6ed3de8ad3de8393a6c7065aba_zps424711e2.jpg
Red-nailed Shotgun
Whispering softly
Kissing gently
Awestruck, frozen
And she was fearless, brazen
Quiet, quiet!
Hearts racing
Hands shaking
Skin tingling
Eyes closing
Touch, gentle
Touch, rough
Kiss, softly
Kiss, deep
Lost in a world of pleasure
Hidden treasures found
Then "bang, bang", dead
Red-nailed shotgun aimed at the head
(I used the fifth picture, just wanted to give it a try)
Whispering softly
Kissing gently
Awestruck, frozen
And she was fearless, brazen
Quiet, quiet!
Hearts racing
Hands shaking
Skin tingling
Eyes closing
Touch, gentle
Touch, rough
Kiss, softly
Kiss, deep
Lost in a world of pleasure
Hidden treasures found
Then "bang, bang", dead
Red-nailed shotgun aimed at the head
(I used the fifth picture, just wanted to give it a try)
Anonymous
Great start, thank you :)
Blazing Love!
Red sky, grey stars
Hand in hand
Burning sulphur, heated flames
Kisses of death
Love purified, trust tested
The price to pay
Ashes of life, sparks of dreams
Her EROS his APHRODITE
Forgotten lovers, ignored curses
Love of flames; blazing love!
(Used the second picture)
Anonymous
Up at five, lunchbox in hand
Working, being one with the land
Building houses, cutting trees
Paving the way for future societies
Wives didn’t have to work at all
Kids had two parents and played ball
There were no electronics to use
And occasionally the lights cut off with a bad fuse
Burning wood, and cutting the trees
They themselves, were strong like worker bees
Trudging off to work each day
Bringing home their hard-earned pay
Often facing danger, they toiled on bridges
Cut through woods, and formed railroads on planking with ridges
Real men provide
And they do not let the government give them a free ride
These were men who valued family as their own
They did not complain or get sick and stay home
It was what they all did
Never afraid, from work they never hid
All they asked for was a warm meal and quiet
When they got home, the kids chose not to riot
Dad was home, they met him at the door
A mom and a dad, the kids never wanted more
I refer to the picture of men working on a bridge.
Working, being one with the land
Building houses, cutting trees
Paving the way for future societies
Wives didn’t have to work at all
Kids had two parents and played ball
There were no electronics to use
And occasionally the lights cut off with a bad fuse
Burning wood, and cutting the trees
They themselves, were strong like worker bees
Trudging off to work each day
Bringing home their hard-earned pay
Often facing danger, they toiled on bridges
Cut through woods, and formed railroads on planking with ridges
Real men provide
And they do not let the government give them a free ride
These were men who valued family as their own
They did not complain or get sick and stay home
It was what they all did
Never afraid, from work they never hid
All they asked for was a warm meal and quiet
When they got home, the kids chose not to riot
Dad was home, they met him at the door
A mom and a dad, the kids never wanted more
I refer to the picture of men working on a bridge.
Anonymous
Great stuff so far! Thanks guys.
Picture : Ice Cream Cones
Title : Cartoon smear of helpless judgement
this day is the flagrant gratification of consumerism...
don't have a seizure on the pristine floors of civility,
lest the crumbs of wilted soul replacement
for a hollow secretion of the divine excuse
leave you panting like a disaster.
Food comes from the grocery store
and there's always something to watch
while packing in the refuse of a farming psychology mishap,
a new dawn of wasted concern.
Bubble gum slaughterhouse copulation
of broken souls in the weekday paradigm
of a science from the bins of the heavens
Forget about the environment
and in dripping inbred philosophy
of the day the circus closed,
remember the oil products in the fridge
...
Apocalyptic clusterfuck
in the snapped braces of accomplishment.
Title : Cartoon smear of helpless judgement
this day is the flagrant gratification of consumerism...
don't have a seizure on the pristine floors of civility,
lest the crumbs of wilted soul replacement
for a hollow secretion of the divine excuse
leave you panting like a disaster.
Food comes from the grocery store
and there's always something to watch
while packing in the refuse of a farming psychology mishap,
a new dawn of wasted concern.
Bubble gum slaughterhouse copulation
of broken souls in the weekday paradigm
of a science from the bins of the heavens
Forget about the environment
and in dripping inbred philosophy
of the day the circus closed,
remember the oil products in the fridge
...
Apocalyptic clusterfuck
in the snapped braces of accomplishment.
CODE OF IRON
Men of iron
Climb the sky
Some will fall
A long way to die
But not single one of them
Has ever screamed or cried
In agony and horror
On their deadly dive
Because Iron Workers
Live and die by this code
'When your falling'
'Meet your death bold'
Men of iron
Climb the sky
Some will fall
A long way to die
But not single one of them
Has ever screamed or cried
In agony and horror
On their deadly dive
Because Iron Workers
Live and die by this code
'When your falling'
'Meet your death bold'
Woodland
Nestled deep in the forest
a home built by calloused hands
where Mother Nature’s outstretched arms
obscured their location
cradled within her embrace
hidden from the naked-eye
like billet-doux letters from a mistress
tucked away in secrecy
concealed so no one would find them
This was their solace, their peace
privacy and tranquility
buried from civilization
away from toxic polluted air
away from the loud noises
crime, suffering, and senseless deaths
inflicted daily by humanity’s greed,
hatred and sheer survival
Freedom of life reigned in these woods
no one could take their independence
sovereignty or liberty
no one could removed them from their land
or take the deed of their home
no love ones died in vain, here
this was the closest they came to heaven
in this so called hell...
known as life
~Rain~
http://i1288.photobucket.com/albums/b484/Rainc1/imageedit_2_2816161520_zps1329b203.jpg
Nestled deep in the forest
a home built by calloused hands
where Mother Nature’s outstretched arms
obscured their location
cradled within her embrace
hidden from the naked-eye
like billet-doux letters from a mistress
tucked away in secrecy
concealed so no one would find them
This was their solace, their peace
privacy and tranquility
buried from civilization
away from toxic polluted air
away from the loud noises
crime, suffering, and senseless deaths
inflicted daily by humanity’s greed,
hatred and sheer survival
Freedom of life reigned in these woods
no one could take their independence
sovereignty or liberty
no one could removed them from their land
or take the deed of their home
no love ones died in vain, here
this was the closest they came to heaven
in this so called hell...
known as life
~Rain~
http://i1288.photobucket.com/albums/b484/Rainc1/imageedit_2_2816161520_zps1329b203.jpg
Anonymous
http://i1072.photobucket.com/albums/w371/missysub/324392c4f66980ec2941ed8f7764efba_zps6c518dc5.jpg
Matchbox
A woman’s passion
is dormant, like a
matchbox;
it awaits, unbeknownst,
for a glimmer of shame
to set her soul afire
Matchbox
A woman’s passion
is dormant, like a
matchbox;
it awaits, unbeknownst,
for a glimmer of shame
to set her soul afire
Anonymous
Primogenito: Please can you title your work as per the rules.
Snugglebuck: Please can you refer which picture you used.
Great job so far everybody, I'm impressed. Keep them coming!
Snugglebuck: Please can you refer which picture you used.
Great job so far everybody, I'm impressed. Keep them coming!
http://i1072.photobucket.com/albums/w371/missysub/0495aab4c4d2270a259cb5aa72941767_zpsaa8d4124.jpg
Confidence
this is a stick up
any of you dumb fucks
wanna see a bullet shoot from the finger ?
no, didn't fucking think so
pass this bag around and fill it
wallets, rings and all other expensive things
that bring happiness
Confidence
this is a stick up
any of you dumb fucks
wanna see a bullet shoot from the finger ?
no, didn't fucking think so
pass this bag around and fill it
wallets, rings and all other expensive things
that bring happiness
.:U-Crane:.
http://i1072.photobucket.com/albums/w371/missysub/9f6a108e7512f92eafdd1db67a848efb_zps3e48b492.jpg
this
architecture
happens to have character
and its more than a shelter; its a
habitat with texture and
for the life found here; it’s a
very special lair
a place to reflect; such "an awful lot there"
sheets of tired shingle lain overhead
keeps the elements at bay
what else can
be said
this is a place
that grows on the mind
a deepening chill spot; a place to sip time
to savor that taste; to garner one’s worth
to access one’s mood; each
fueled moon’s birth
whereas the dark outside
its where the carnivore’s play
door latched loosely inviting them to stay
the creak of the stair; the drip of the drain
place known as home; inside
bites of pain
...
I used the ice cream picture 
:
Lick It
(To the tune of “Whip It” by Devo)
And in case any of you youngsters don't know the tune--here you go back to 1980: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xbt30UnzRWw
Ho-lee Shit!
Ice cream’s lookin’ whipped—
Into the cones;
Take ‘em all right home.
When the ice cream comes along,
You must lick it;
The ice cream truck’s bell goes “ding dong!”
You must lick it.
Get your tongue right in the groove,
Then you lick it,
Vanilla soft-serve is so smooth—
You must lick it.
Now lick it!
Into shapes!
Lick it forward,
Lick it straight
Crunchy Jimmies,
It’s not too late
To lick it—
Lick it good!
When the ice cream starts to melt,
You must lick it
Or it will run all over yourself
Unless you lick it
Your hips will not escape—
When you lick it,
From extra pounds you added today
Because you licked it.
Now lick it!
Into shapes!
Lick it forward,
Lick it straight
Crunchy Jimmies,
It’s not too late
To lick it—
Lick it good!
: Lick It
(To the tune of “Whip It” by Devo)
And in case any of you youngsters don't know the tune--here you go back to 1980: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xbt30UnzRWw
Ho-lee Shit!
Ice cream’s lookin’ whipped—
Into the cones;
Take ‘em all right home.
When the ice cream comes along,
You must lick it;
The ice cream truck’s bell goes “ding dong!”
You must lick it.
Get your tongue right in the groove,
Then you lick it,
Vanilla soft-serve is so smooth—
You must lick it.
Now lick it!
Into shapes!
Lick it forward,
Lick it straight
Crunchy Jimmies,
It’s not too late
To lick it—
Lick it good!
When the ice cream starts to melt,
You must lick it
Or it will run all over yourself
Unless you lick it
Your hips will not escape—
When you lick it,
From extra pounds you added today
Because you licked it.
Now lick it!
Into shapes!
Lick it forward,
Lick it straight
Crunchy Jimmies,
It’s not too late
To lick it—
Lick it good!
