Poetry competition CLOSED 15th September 2014 11:51pm
WINNER
PierreTheMad
PierreTheMad
The Optimism of Passion
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Passion is the essence of life...by RM
What is your passion?
What gives you the drive, the will to live, love and survive.
Another draining day, another cold night but you pick up the pieces and go on...why?
What's waiting for you in the next corner, called "The Future"?
One entry per entrant.
No word limit but please keep it at a reasonable length.
New or old (No previously won entries)
Poems only.
Spelling and grammar checked.
2 weeks duration.
What gives you the drive, the will to live, love and survive.
Another draining day, another cold night but you pick up the pieces and go on...why?
What's waiting for you in the next corner, called "The Future"?
One entry per entrant.
No word limit but please keep it at a reasonable length.
New or old (No previously won entries)
Poems only.
Spelling and grammar checked.
2 weeks duration.
.:Fancy, Meeting You Here:.
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We pushed and
expected some push back
Didn’t look to be something you’d lack
Thought it be your “natural” way of things
Just by the look of them sprayed on jeans
See no amateur would throw that smile, then
pivot and match it up with style
Knowing we see all kinds of displays
Some fancy, some messy in all kind of ways
But yours seems to have a whole different taste
Sure enough I’m not one to put it to waste
So we can start this thing
all over again; look here Fancy they
call me Big Ben
::well, Ben
Hearing you out what you’ve actually said
Guess I’ll postpone the warm milk and going straight to bed
We can chat a little while. Share some pointers on style
In simpler times I’d call it a trial
See I’m not one to place tease all up in “My Play”
Being Fancy to me is just part of my sway
All them eyes on me keeps me Fancy and free and
I’m always ready for what pleases old me
So maybe old ideas have crossed some minds;
a few having to do with them good old times
Where for “goodness sake” we’d take a break
Go off and see what’s down
by the lake
::well, Fancy
You were more fun during the time we were hitched
least then my friend
you were less then a bitch
now you all full-blown
still hot & real grown
But you still
know to work
like you’re
all
on
-loan
Anonymous
KC, thank you for starting us off to the right direction..i do like those jeans, cool to the max ;)
Who Would Have Believed....
My passion is writing
It’s addictive and it’s heightening
I’m hoping it will never end
But then...
You don’t know what’s around the bend
My barriers came down last year
Thanks to an unexpected connection
My creativity was unblocked
And now I find I’m here…writing
Writing short stories, prose, poetry
Honestly, this is so amazing to me
But I love it
Love it, like you wouldn’t believe
I have another passion rising
Once again, so unexpected
Patience is needed
Foundations cemented
Nothing is insurmountable
When you have a passion...one, two or three
A drive to be, to do, what is you
And to go wherever you need to be
My passion is writing
It’s addictive and it’s heightening
I’m hoping it will never end
But then...
You don’t know what’s around the bend
My barriers came down last year
Thanks to an unexpected connection
My creativity was unblocked
And now I find I’m here…writing
Writing short stories, prose, poetry
Honestly, this is so amazing to me
But I love it
Love it, like you wouldn’t believe
I have another passion rising
Once again, so unexpected
Patience is needed
Foundations cemented
Nothing is insurmountable
When you have a passion...one, two or three
A drive to be, to do, what is you
And to go wherever you need to be
Anonymous
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Anonymous
Someone’s kneeling on split rails,
feeling like a lonely question mark
on a long track of exclamations laid by others.
He has a ticket in his hand,
but it has been torn in two,
and he feels he can go nowhere now.
Trains of thought are speeding by on alternate tracks,
leaving him gasping in smokey haze.
Heavy wheels thunder, cast sparks threateningly
Locomotive whistles are blades against his bowed head.
Who has passion which will swiftly cross the tracks,
Lead him to a warm carriage,
take him to a better place?
Today I live because someone did that for me.
Today I live to do the same for others.
Anonymous
Great entries, thank you Holly, Miki and Kate :)
She lives only to wish
She'll never understand
She wants to fly away from this
To another land
She'll never leave me
She is my heart and soul
She's the essence of beauty
She plays the important roles
Home is where her problems reside
Most days she sits and hides
As she speaks to me through closed teeth
As she walks with me on transparent feet
She is why I live and breathe
How can I know she'll never leave?
She'll never understand
She wants to fly away from this
To another land
She'll never leave me
She is my heart and soul
She's the essence of beauty
She plays the important roles
Home is where her problems reside
Most days she sits and hides
As she speaks to me through closed teeth
As she walks with me on transparent feet
She is why I live and breathe
How can I know she'll never leave?
"Poetic passion"
Caress me, my passion deep.
The words of a poet I leave.
To the tender-hearted.
I awake to thoughts, what shall I write next.
Therefore my passion lies, in the words I lay.
Peaks and vally's, rivers and streams.
Do I awake to death?, my words through misery.
Love, its mystery, poets and their history.
Passion drives us to awake, from sweet slumber.
You can breathe it in, or pass it by.
You may soak mine, through these verses, from my heart.
Caress me, my passion deep.
The words of a poet I leave.
To the tender-hearted.
I awake to thoughts, what shall I write next.
Therefore my passion lies, in the words I lay.
Peaks and vally's, rivers and streams.
Do I awake to death?, my words through misery.
Love, its mystery, poets and their history.
Passion drives us to awake, from sweet slumber.
You can breathe it in, or pass it by.
You may soak mine, through these verses, from my heart.
Another Day
dawn comes too fast
when I still need to burrow deep
the comforter belies its name
another day...what lies ahead
a need to pay the bills
packing my notebook and camera
do I need to ... I wish not
but here I go again
there is nothing in the mail
only my phone for company
its always silent
except for tips and information
taking the bus
looking out of the window
watching the scenery
seeing nothing
a day to day passion
for the roof over my head
pillow under my head
that's the reason why.
dawn comes too fast
when I still need to burrow deep
the comforter belies its name
another day...what lies ahead
a need to pay the bills
packing my notebook and camera
do I need to ... I wish not
but here I go again
there is nothing in the mail
only my phone for company
its always silent
except for tips and information
taking the bus
looking out of the window
watching the scenery
seeing nothing
a day to day passion
for the roof over my head
pillow under my head
that's the reason why.
Anonymous
I better start looking for my panel of judges, all the entries are fantastic as we approach the deadline.
Thank you Grace, TheAce and Leena, for your wonderful poems!
Thank you Grace, TheAce and Leena, for your wonderful poems!
Wrapped in eternities of opulence and grace.
Standing amongst the ivory towers. Engineered
with perfection and diligent grace.
The seas whipped her hair and glowed upon her
shoulders. Like a crown of omnipotent majesty’s.
Secrets within secrets and dreams that live forever.
And never grow older!!
She smiled and her lips glistened. Reflecting the
serenity of the seas before her. A place where
friends awaited my coming. For Kingdoms of endless
truthfulness always adored her...
To K!
Standing amongst the ivory towers. Engineered
with perfection and diligent grace.
The seas whipped her hair and glowed upon her
shoulders. Like a crown of omnipotent majesty’s.
Secrets within secrets and dreams that live forever.
And never grow older!!
She smiled and her lips glistened. Reflecting the
serenity of the seas before her. A place where
friends awaited my coming. For Kingdoms of endless
truthfulness always adored her...
To K!
Graphite Kiss
The sensation
Trailing graphite on the page
Words in basic
Woven through emotion
A capture of feeling
No tapping on keys
(Until we both want for exhibition)
A more intimate
and personal
approach
The sound of the tip grinding
As it drags across the page
Gracefully dancing and sighing in time with its artist
The sweet friction of contact
And the grace that is left behind
Each subtle little effort
Making letters
Forming words
The mouth as it follows closely
Their construction on the tip of its tongue
A taste test
Adding salt or sugar where necessary
A tactile emotional response
Savouring the flavour
As time allows
When not fingering the keyboard
In strokes of maddened passion
Lips do follow closely
Like a deep-tongue frolicking kiss
Paper smooth and fair as a lover's thighs
The folds crease where pages meet
A prize toward which the words are striving
Touching,
Teasing
Until the length of the next line
Comes close enough to touch
And I am not known for short and shallow poems
The sensation
Trailing graphite on the page
Words in basic
Woven through emotion
A capture of feeling
No tapping on keys
(Until we both want for exhibition)
A more intimate
and personal
approach
The sound of the tip grinding
As it drags across the page
Gracefully dancing and sighing in time with its artist
The sweet friction of contact
And the grace that is left behind
Each subtle little effort
Making letters
Forming words
The mouth as it follows closely
Their construction on the tip of its tongue
A taste test
Adding salt or sugar where necessary
A tactile emotional response
Savouring the flavour
As time allows
When not fingering the keyboard
In strokes of maddened passion
Lips do follow closely
Like a deep-tongue frolicking kiss
Paper smooth and fair as a lover's thighs
The folds crease where pages meet
A prize toward which the words are striving
Touching,
Teasing
Until the length of the next line
Comes close enough to touch
And I am not known for short and shallow poems
Anonymous
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