Poetry competition CLOSED 10th June 2014 3:24am
WINNER
3ampoems (Celine Belli)
3ampoems (Celine Belli)
"Yes Mother Pathos"
Poetry Contest Description
you do what I say (haha)
if you want to be in this competition then say so and I will send you a pm of what you will write about... love you... haha write any style and no word limit. One entry per person (different rules may be specified in pm) those rules override these)
And the masses say
"Yes Mother Pathos"
And the masses say
"Yes Mother Pathos"
Anonymous
Beam me up, Scotty!
(in!)
(in!)
Anonymous
Me please :)
Anonymous
Never mind. I'm out.
Judging from the link you sent me, I have written in the similar style of writing (very different to mine I must say!!)
Instruction: LISTEN TO WASABI BY ANDREA GIBSON AND WRITE A POEM IN AS SIMILAR OF A STYLE AS YOU CAN ABOUT SOMEONE YOU LOVE
i was not meant to love again, no siree,
no subtle glances or secret smiles could shake me
because i learnt the hard way that everything beautiful
is easier to break,
like the vase that no longer stands proud on my mother’s coffee table
do i really want to shatter once more because of a rough touch?
do i really want to risk another patchwork quick fix on my heart?
but destiny is so hard to run from
especially when the tree falls, blocking your escape
you figure you’re outsmarting fate by sneaking over the fray
instead of doing what everyone else would do
by cutting round the edges
and that’s when you fall hard from the haste of going up
staring into a future you never wanted to conceive
that was fate laughing as i scraped my knees
that was fate laughing when you reached out
to bring me back to my feet
shining over me like the sun does on summer solstice
and as much as i shied away from your touch
each touch shaped my bravery to love myself
and you, you started to shape my happiness
like a sculpture from your dreams
you knew it so well,
and i drew you like you drew me to you
the electric earth that firmly glowed in your eyes
your honest lips holding honest words
of a man who tasted pain, too, running parallel to my trials
i was the aftermath of a hurricane, the newborn of a natural disaster
and you saw through the gushes and gashes
and settled comfortably in the middle of it all
how i so easily opened my wounds to you
in the smoking area on a winter’s night, i still wonder
i expected you to edge out the fire escape from the girl
who burnt far too strong for a first date
because we never expect full sunshine at the break of dawn
it was quick and uncanny
but you stayed, and you stayed
through the scorching episodes until you learnt
to know the flames without the force of an extinguisher
it is this very fact that crosses my mind
when you yawn into my ear in the whisper of the night
when you take the bins out and moan over stale bread
you have holes in your boxers, and holes in your heart,
so is the pacemaker that keeps your heart beating
why you carry such galvanic love, i wonder,
or is it the way your soul sings like a thousand waves
churning sand and gently wrapping around my feet
i fall in love with the map of your body each time
we surrender to the eyes of the moon
the softness that flows through the valley of your spine
and your mountainous shoulders begin to move
and i move with you, until we meet
like lightning meets thunder
and my vision expands when we collide
until i feel every sensate part of your soul
we see colours in this state of emotion
and i am exhilarated with the way your emotions
fluctuate, the charcoal fury that thickens your eyes
blue tenderness wilting in your sadness
but nothing as breathtaking as the way
every star in the universe will drop to your eyes and rise with your happiness.
we are volcanic.
we have been dormant, living off the ashes of
the has beens -
isn’t it good to erupt and finally be free?
Instruction: LISTEN TO WASABI BY ANDREA GIBSON AND WRITE A POEM IN AS SIMILAR OF A STYLE AS YOU CAN ABOUT SOMEONE YOU LOVE
i was not meant to love again, no siree,
no subtle glances or secret smiles could shake me
because i learnt the hard way that everything beautiful
is easier to break,
like the vase that no longer stands proud on my mother’s coffee table
do i really want to shatter once more because of a rough touch?
do i really want to risk another patchwork quick fix on my heart?
but destiny is so hard to run from
especially when the tree falls, blocking your escape
you figure you’re outsmarting fate by sneaking over the fray
instead of doing what everyone else would do
by cutting round the edges
and that’s when you fall hard from the haste of going up
staring into a future you never wanted to conceive
that was fate laughing as i scraped my knees
that was fate laughing when you reached out
to bring me back to my feet
shining over me like the sun does on summer solstice
and as much as i shied away from your touch
each touch shaped my bravery to love myself
and you, you started to shape my happiness
like a sculpture from your dreams
you knew it so well,
and i drew you like you drew me to you
the electric earth that firmly glowed in your eyes
your honest lips holding honest words
of a man who tasted pain, too, running parallel to my trials
i was the aftermath of a hurricane, the newborn of a natural disaster
and you saw through the gushes and gashes
and settled comfortably in the middle of it all
how i so easily opened my wounds to you
in the smoking area on a winter’s night, i still wonder
i expected you to edge out the fire escape from the girl
who burnt far too strong for a first date
because we never expect full sunshine at the break of dawn
it was quick and uncanny
but you stayed, and you stayed
through the scorching episodes until you learnt
to know the flames without the force of an extinguisher
it is this very fact that crosses my mind
when you yawn into my ear in the whisper of the night
when you take the bins out and moan over stale bread
you have holes in your boxers, and holes in your heart,
so is the pacemaker that keeps your heart beating
why you carry such galvanic love, i wonder,
or is it the way your soul sings like a thousand waves
churning sand and gently wrapping around my feet
i fall in love with the map of your body each time
we surrender to the eyes of the moon
the softness that flows through the valley of your spine
and your mountainous shoulders begin to move
and i move with you, until we meet
like lightning meets thunder
and my vision expands when we collide
until i feel every sensate part of your soul
we see colours in this state of emotion
and i am exhilarated with the way your emotions
fluctuate, the charcoal fury that thickens your eyes
blue tenderness wilting in your sadness
but nothing as breathtaking as the way
every star in the universe will drop to your eyes and rise with your happiness.
we are volcanic.
we have been dormant, living off the ashes of
the has beens -
isn’t it good to erupt and finally be free?
Anonymous
Sorry but I have to withdraw from this copetition due to other obligations and circumstanes
Write a poem from a gay teenagers perspective at least 7 stanzas and no other rules.
---------love (crush)----------------------
School was a drag until they changed my classes.
Second period was full so now Math is with, who?
Ah, I was expecting the usual, but, now....
Everyday I'm anticipating that hour near you.
I guess it should be wrong that I want to smell her.
Why is it wrong if she doesn't mind?
I hope a day comes that I can simply tell her
the feelings I have
I am sure of
define:
love.
I know some girls that are funny or cute.
Some of them get hung up on guys.
But this one is beaming -
she keeps me dreaming-
I wonder if she'll ever realize:
love.
Tomorrow I think I will try to be brave.
I'll pass her a note but leave out my name.
I'll ask her to tell me what she prefers better-
a girl or a guy or both or whatever!
I try to say "Hi" after class .
I feel like I'm obvious or that she thinks I'm fake.
Somehow, I have to figure this out
before she hooks up with someone else by mistake.
If I close my eyes, I can almost see her.
She looks so hot with her long bronze hair.
If my parents knew I had a crush on a girl,
I would be so busted but I don't care.
I just can't wait to hit school tomorrow.
Mom is so proud that I never miss a day.
Even sick like a dog, I have to go see her.
Don't ask what's came over me because I'll say:
love.
---------love (crush)----------------------
School was a drag until they changed my classes.
Second period was full so now Math is with, who?
Ah, I was expecting the usual, but, now....
Everyday I'm anticipating that hour near you.
I guess it should be wrong that I want to smell her.
Why is it wrong if she doesn't mind?
I hope a day comes that I can simply tell her
the feelings I have
I am sure of
define:
love.
I know some girls that are funny or cute.
Some of them get hung up on guys.
But this one is beaming -
she keeps me dreaming-
I wonder if she'll ever realize:
love.
Tomorrow I think I will try to be brave.
I'll pass her a note but leave out my name.
I'll ask her to tell me what she prefers better-
a girl or a guy or both or whatever!
I try to say "Hi" after class .
I feel like I'm obvious or that she thinks I'm fake.
Somehow, I have to figure this out
before she hooks up with someone else by mistake.
If I close my eyes, I can almost see her.
She looks so hot with her long bronze hair.
If my parents knew I had a crush on a girl,
I would be so busted but I don't care.
I just can't wait to hit school tomorrow.
Mom is so proud that I never miss a day.
Even sick like a dog, I have to go see her.
Don't ask what's came over me because I'll say:
love.
