Poetry competition CLOSED 29th July 2014 9:57pm
WINNER
Allison_Wonderland
Allison_Wonderland
Inside your domain
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
rhythmic poems, syllable based
Dig inside your mind, acknowledge your mind as a separate entity. explore what you comprehend of it's existence, abilities, hindrance or personality. Express yourself in a rhythmic poem... I am obsessed with syllables 5 up to 7 syllables (keep it consistent through out the whole poem)... at least 3 stanzas. Limit two poems.
here are two examples, through my personal awareness
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/155389-silence/
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/166205-inside-my-mind/
Stay consistent with syllables example
5 or 6 or 7 syllables per line
5 or 6 or 7 syllables per line
5 or 6 or 7 syllables per line
5 or 6 or 7 syllables per line
thanks for participating
here are two examples, through my personal awareness
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/155389-silence/
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/166205-inside-my-mind/
Stay consistent with syllables example
5 or 6 or 7 syllables per line
5 or 6 or 7 syllables per line
5 or 6 or 7 syllables per line
5 or 6 or 7 syllables per line
thanks for participating
Dark, eerie, silent nights
longing for the moon
to bathe in its light
Occasional chirping crickets
and vampire bats sucking blood,
blocking the southern sky
break the monotonous silence
It makes me wonder,
how long could it get
before I could see you again…
just mere thoughts of it
I can not simply endure
Dark, eerie, silent nights
are the only solace
for this poet’s lonely soul
They keep me company
while confined to my thoughts,
until I bare them all…
Sometimes silent nights
are killing the loudness
of my voice that no one hears
You have no idea how it feels
when the world around
seems to crumble and fall
How many more silent nights
will it take before
you finally realize
that this crazy world
is not mine to keep?
Anonymous
Thank you D_Poetic for your entry
A Sense of Irony
Hamlet and Laertes vied to outdo each other
In grief over dead Ophelia.
They leapt into her grave and grappled,
Each proclaiming the vastness of his desolation.
But was this true emotion?
Or was it rather the self-dramatization
Which can afflict us all
When we feel in the presence
Of momentous happenings?
In other lands, we see the crowds
Around a leader's funeral.
They wail, they tear their hair,
They are beside themselves with grief,
They throng the streets and will not be consoled.
Does emotion lie so close to the surface?
Or does this public outpouring of grief
Satisfy a self-indulgent need within
To feel that they are being overwhelmed
By something awesome, greater than themselves?
I never saw myself as a leaper on to coffins,
But perhaps that is my lack.
Perhaps to see oneself
Is one's undoing.
It may be that a true response to life
Is acting on the moment without thought,
Following instinct and blood
Without reflection pulling at the sleeve
With a restraining hand.
Perhaps I, then, am the self-dramatist,
The one who feels he plays a part,
And perhaps that nagging sense of irony
Is just the way I keep a distance
Between myself
And Life.
Hamlet and Laertes vied to outdo each other
In grief over dead Ophelia.
They leapt into her grave and grappled,
Each proclaiming the vastness of his desolation.
But was this true emotion?
Or was it rather the self-dramatization
Which can afflict us all
When we feel in the presence
Of momentous happenings?
In other lands, we see the crowds
Around a leader's funeral.
They wail, they tear their hair,
They are beside themselves with grief,
They throng the streets and will not be consoled.
Does emotion lie so close to the surface?
Or does this public outpouring of grief
Satisfy a self-indulgent need within
To feel that they are being overwhelmed
By something awesome, greater than themselves?
I never saw myself as a leaper on to coffins,
But perhaps that is my lack.
Perhaps to see oneself
Is one's undoing.
It may be that a true response to life
Is acting on the moment without thought,
Following instinct and blood
Without reflection pulling at the sleeve
With a restraining hand.
Perhaps I, then, am the self-dramatist,
The one who feels he plays a part,
And perhaps that nagging sense of irony
Is just the way I keep a distance
Between myself
And Life.
Mind Fucker
I bet you haven't kept track,
But two years ago today
I met you for the first time.
You still have nothing to say.
Was I asking for too much
When I asked you for your name?
I pay you for my pleasure,
Until now, you've shown no shame.
You hide behind your body,
But I'm fiending for your soul,
Just give me a little hint
As to why you're in this hole.
If you won't talk then I will:
I've been thinking quite a lot;
I think we should get married.
Yeah, I know it's a long shot.
We barely know each other,
But I need to be with you.
You are much more than my whore;
You're my entire mind, too.
I bet you haven't kept track,
But two years ago today
I met you for the first time.
You still have nothing to say.
Was I asking for too much
When I asked you for your name?
I pay you for my pleasure,
Until now, you've shown no shame.
You hide behind your body,
But I'm fiending for your soul,
Just give me a little hint
As to why you're in this hole.
If you won't talk then I will:
I've been thinking quite a lot;
I think we should get married.
Yeah, I know it's a long shot.
We barely know each other,
But I need to be with you.
You are much more than my whore;
You're my entire mind, too.
Anonymous
Awesome Allison, and that's what I'm looking for, total mind fuck and dead on syllable wise. and Thank you D_Poetic and Ceejay very deep and intriguing poems... not geared to the competition rules but very thought provoking. Thank you again. of course, it doesn't have to be all crazy...
dkruie said:Awesome Allison, and that's what I'm looking for, total mind fuck and dead on syllable wise. and Thank you D_Poetic and Ceejay very deep and intriguing poems... not geared to the competition rules but very thought provoking. Thank you again. of course, it doesn't have to be all crazy...
It looks like Ceejay and I already lost this comp. Can we edit the poems to adhere to your rules? (You should keep the comments like these to yourself until the end of the comp).
It looks like Ceejay and I already lost this comp. Can we edit the poems to adhere to your rules? (You should keep the comments like these to yourself until the end of the comp).
Anonymous
Sorry, It's my first hosted comp... and absolutely edit away... comps not over yet I was afraid at first to make a comment I'm still a newbie... I'm not out to offend anyone... I'm here for the art of it. Thanks again D_Poetic
I was afraid at first to make a comment I'm still a newbie... I'm not out to offend anyone... I'm here for the art of it. Thanks again D_Poetic
Anonymous
ok.... submissions as long as they are in before 22nd keep em comming
dkruie said:Sorry, It's my first hosted comp... and absolutely edit away... comps not over yet I was afraid at first to make a comment I'm still a newbie... I'm not out to offend anyone... I'm here for the art of it. Thanks again D_Poetic
It's OK dkruie...just here to support your comp which by the way is challenging and nicely thought of!
@EngrVV
I was afraid at first to make a comment I'm still a newbie... I'm not out to offend anyone... I'm here for the art of it. Thanks again D_Poetic It's OK dkruie...just here to support your comp which by the way is challenging and nicely thought of!
@EngrVV
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REALMS OF ELSEWHERE
Roses grow at her passing as she walks in the shadows
A cool wind blows from the river below
The gentle breeze blowing through raven hair
As the spirits bow at her feet
Worms crawling in the flesh under what they wear
Persephone, Queen of the Underworld
Secretly longing for her husband
Never there in realms of elsewhere
Golden but tarnished, he sits upon his shadow throne
Judgment, his creed in his kingdom of bone
His loneliness untold in the legends
As the spirits bow at his feet
Longs for the touch of beauty unimagined
He is Hades, King of the Underworld
Secretly longing for her cold touch
Never there in realms of elsewhere
“Light a candle, my love
In the deepest shadows
A beacon of hope
As Kokytos,
The river of tears overflow”
A story of abduction
And forsaken seductions
Made from a irate mother
Hid beneath the covers
In the day’s dying light
Entered the lord of night
Took Persephone’s hand
And frolicked under moons
Reserved for Zeus himself
And when those wails and moans come
Underworld’s light eclipses the sun
Waiting for the touch of lover’s embrace
In marble columns their hearts encased
The helm of darkness cannot hide his shameful sorrow
As Hades sits and waits for the morrow
Persephone lingers for winter come
To taste the pomegranate juice
Hoping her lord of the dead will hear her song
“Light a candle, my love
In the deepest shadows
A beacon of hope
As Kokytos,
The river of tears overflow”
And when those seasons at last
Flutter and die as they pass
The pangs of two hearts entwined
The blurring of the lines
Joining of dusk and dawn
Secret singing of fawns
Watching the reunion
The easing of the doom
He takes her hand once more
And when those wails and moans come
Underworld’s light eclipses the sun
In throes in the touch of lover’s embrace
Break the columns where their hearts encased
sorry if it's a little long but the syllable count is consistent with the rhythm I've set
REALMS OF ELSEWHERE
Roses grow at her passing as she walks in the shadows
A cool wind blows from the river below
The gentle breeze blowing through raven hair
As the spirits bow at her feet
Worms crawling in the flesh under what they wear
Persephone, Queen of the Underworld
Secretly longing for her husband
Never there in realms of elsewhere
Golden but tarnished, he sits upon his shadow throne
Judgment, his creed in his kingdom of bone
His loneliness untold in the legends
As the spirits bow at his feet
Longs for the touch of beauty unimagined
He is Hades, King of the Underworld
Secretly longing for her cold touch
Never there in realms of elsewhere
“Light a candle, my love
In the deepest shadows
A beacon of hope
As Kokytos,
The river of tears overflow”
A story of abduction
And forsaken seductions
Made from a irate mother
Hid beneath the covers
In the day’s dying light
Entered the lord of night
Took Persephone’s hand
And frolicked under moons
Reserved for Zeus himself
And when those wails and moans come
Underworld’s light eclipses the sun
Waiting for the touch of lover’s embrace
In marble columns their hearts encased
The helm of darkness cannot hide his shameful sorrow
As Hades sits and waits for the morrow
Persephone lingers for winter come
To taste the pomegranate juice
Hoping her lord of the dead will hear her song
“Light a candle, my love
In the deepest shadows
A beacon of hope
As Kokytos,
The river of tears overflow”
And when those seasons at last
Flutter and die as they pass
The pangs of two hearts entwined
The blurring of the lines
Joining of dusk and dawn
Secret singing of fawns
Watching the reunion
The easing of the doom
He takes her hand once more
And when those wails and moans come
Underworld’s light eclipses the sun
In throes in the touch of lover’s embrace
Break the columns where their hearts encased
sorry if it's a little long but the syllable count is consistent with the rhythm I've set
the beaten and the broken
one beating living heart
to live in the world of lies.
three times I've been torn apart
for believing in a love I can't deny.
then.
five for fighting,
six for trying.
seven for running
eight for crying.
the ninth won't be my last,
but the tenth shall forever stay the tenth.
when I leave this world forever
before the eleventh.
one beating living heart
to live in the world of lies.
three times I've been torn apart
for believing in a love I can't deny.
then.
five for fighting,
six for trying.
seven for running
eight for crying.
the ninth won't be my last,
but the tenth shall forever stay the tenth.
when I leave this world forever
before the eleventh.
It's Time for the Eviction Notice
Thank god you are silent,
To this visible world,
An invisible cage,
Sheltering a few men
Who don't know how to quit
Talking to each other.
If they were real people,
They would be bipolar,
Most likely have no friends.
They'd surely be hated,
And, with the shit they say,
They might even be dead.
They keep me up at night
With constant arguments,
That, at times, get violent.
When words turn into fists,
I am pained with migraines
As their walls are my brain.
They pay their rent on time,
But I'm paying the price.
No one will live near them.
It's about time they leave.
Can we open the gate?
Can we let them go free?
Thank god you are silent,
To this visible world,
An invisible cage,
Sheltering a few men
Who don't know how to quit
Talking to each other.
If they were real people,
They would be bipolar,
Most likely have no friends.
They'd surely be hated,
And, with the shit they say,
They might even be dead.
They keep me up at night
With constant arguments,
That, at times, get violent.
When words turn into fists,
I am pained with migraines
As their walls are my brain.
They pay their rent on time,
But I'm paying the price.
No one will live near them.
It's about time they leave.
Can we open the gate?
Can we let them go free?
Anonymous
This site is a perk
To verbally spar
Some beautiful work
Contestiees sofar
To verbally spar
Some beautiful work
Contestiees sofar
