Poetry competition CLOSED 20th June 2014 1:17am
WINNER
littlePrince (pallormortis)
littlePrince (pallormortis)
RUNNERS-UP:
Grace
and Solomon_Song
Around The Campfire
Poetry Contest Description
Photo-inspired write
http://i425.photobucket.com/albums/pp333/LisaM0214/campfire.jpg
So what do you think is going on, here...??
Anything pop to mind? Funny? Serious? WTF? Does it make you want to roast s'mores around the campfire and tell ghost stories, or just reach for the Pepto Bismol? Write a poem about the picture, any style, length, no collabs, as many entries as you want.
Go!
Forgotten
silent, forgotten
mildewed and mouldering
behind untrimmed hedges
they sit silent as dead crows
contemplating loneliness
of years to come
once they were sought
by the opulent
and the corpulent
the poverty stricken
and the richly laden
the soft and the hardened
once they were blessed
with songs of nature
twitters, peeps long and short
or sudden burst of trumpets
laden with gaseous scents
now silence reigned
once they were as thrones
now, all but forgotten.
silent, forgotten
mildewed and mouldering
behind untrimmed hedges
they sit silent as dead crows
contemplating loneliness
of years to come
once they were sought
by the opulent
and the corpulent
the poverty stricken
and the richly laden
the soft and the hardened
once they were blessed
with songs of nature
twitters, peeps long and short
or sudden burst of trumpets
laden with gaseous scents
now silence reigned
once they were as thrones
now, all but forgotten.
If these seats could speak what tales might they tell,
From cottage, mansion, apartment, hotel
And institutions of every kind,
Relieving needs common to mankind?
And so they gather around the campfire,
Days past as shiny objects of desire.
From cottage, mansion, apartment, hotel
And institutions of every kind,
Relieving needs common to mankind?
And so they gather around the campfire,
Days past as shiny objects of desire.
Anonymous
Guys,
don't be jealous
'cause these toilets
have seen more ass than you!
don't be jealous
'cause these toilets
have seen more ass than you!
SHUSH & FLUSH
Don’t say,
“He’s my fiancé”
A girl without a rock
Better not talk
Infinite betrothal
Isn’t possible
The later it gets
Periods are less
Biological seconds
Become ever more precious
You’re just his tool
Don’t play the fool
Give the ultimatum
Say it verbatim
“No more talk,
‘SHIT’, or get off the pot”
Get rid of the clown
Flush the turd down
Don’t waste your young life
On men that don’t want a wife
Don’t say,
“He’s my fiancé”
A girl without a rock
Better not talk
Infinite betrothal
Isn’t possible
The later it gets
Periods are less
Biological seconds
Become ever more precious
You’re just his tool
Don’t play the fool
Give the ultimatum
Say it verbatim
“No more talk,
‘SHIT’, or get off the pot”
Get rid of the clown
Flush the turd down
Don’t waste your young life
On men that don’t want a wife
Anonymous
damn hippies 
Anonymous
MadameLavender said:[quote-267495-mikimoondancer]damn hippies
I figured Hades would be right on this one with some sort of perverse and weird pagan ritual involving toilets around the flaming bonfire!! Lol[/quote]
he probably away on a bender, he'll get to it..I have faith LOL
I love this pic....I'm sure I'll be back too
I figured Hades would be right on this one with some sort of perverse and weird pagan ritual involving toilets around the flaming bonfire!! Lol[/quote]
he probably away on a bender, he'll get to it..I have faith LOL
I love this pic....I'm sure I'll be back too
teenaged summers come and go
the memories last forever
remember those nights by firelight
a circle of us just sitting
laughing telling stories
our makeshift seats we found at the dump
and borrowed your brothers truck to move
we had a laugh when your dad saw them
every day almost our group gang posse
would get together just us
and sit around our camp fire
wed sing and laugh
tell stories and smile
as the warmth radiating from the flames warmed our faces
and the pitch black night cooled our back
the stars shone and david pulled out his beloved guitar
as the night closed we sat droopy eyes and blissful
listening to the music
the fire burned low, just embers
the trees waved in a slight breeze
you smiled at me and reached out your hand
our arms like a link between the ridiculous toilets
cant you remember those nights
those nights of bliss
those nights of silly antics and belly laughs
summers of songs and smiles
countless countless burned marshmallows
sticky faces from too much chocolate
and running around in the dark like wild wolves
can you remember?
the memories last forever
remember those nights by firelight
a circle of us just sitting
laughing telling stories
our makeshift seats we found at the dump
and borrowed your brothers truck to move
we had a laugh when your dad saw them
every day almost our group gang posse
would get together just us
and sit around our camp fire
wed sing and laugh
tell stories and smile
as the warmth radiating from the flames warmed our faces
and the pitch black night cooled our back
the stars shone and david pulled out his beloved guitar
as the night closed we sat droopy eyes and blissful
listening to the music
the fire burned low, just embers
the trees waved in a slight breeze
you smiled at me and reached out your hand
our arms like a link between the ridiculous toilets
cant you remember those nights
those nights of bliss
those nights of silly antics and belly laughs
summers of songs and smiles
countless countless burned marshmallows
sticky faces from too much chocolate
and running around in the dark like wild wolves
can you remember?
