Poetry competition CLOSED 18th July 2015 10:51pm
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My Child Is A Monster
Poetry Contest Description
Write from the parental perspective of having a child who turned out famously "bad"
We all hope that when we become parents, we don't birth the next "bad seed", but to some, it does happen. Write a poem (any style, length, no collabs) from the perspective of being the mother or father of some famous criminal, or infamous person who turned out "bad".
Examples, but not limited to:
Charles Manson
Adolf Hitler
Benito Mussolini
Jeffrey Dahmer
Genghis Khan
Vlad the Impaler
Jesse James
Bonnie & Clyde
Saadam Hussein
You get the idea--pick someone from the list above, or someone of your own choosing, and put yourself in their mother's or father's shoes, and write about your child.
As many entries as you want, 1,2,3, GO!
Examples, but not limited to:
Charles Manson
Adolf Hitler
Benito Mussolini
Jeffrey Dahmer
Genghis Khan
Vlad the Impaler
Jesse James
Bonnie & Clyde
Saadam Hussein
You get the idea--pick someone from the list above, or someone of your own choosing, and put yourself in their mother's or father's shoes, and write about your child.
As many entries as you want, 1,2,3, GO!
"Creator"
My first creation
My child, as much my off-spring as my only son
Eternally favored among all other angels
Given a kingdom nearly as vast as my own
And yet I regret the ungrateful child
A blithering brat unsatisfied with first place in every race
Greedy for more of everything one could desire
Whose favorite flavor of ice cream was brimstone and fire
Until the day when it all went so terribly wrong
When the red angel rose to attack I played my ace in the hole
Upon opening the trap door into Hell, weeping she unmercifully fell
Crying out loud, "Father forgive me, I promise daddy, I'll be a good girl"
Oh my dear little Lucy, now you will rule the dead
Until the next time when instead I will be sure to make it a boy...
My first creation
My child, as much my off-spring as my only son
Eternally favored among all other angels
Given a kingdom nearly as vast as my own
And yet I regret the ungrateful child
A blithering brat unsatisfied with first place in every race
Greedy for more of everything one could desire
Whose favorite flavor of ice cream was brimstone and fire
Until the day when it all went so terribly wrong
When the red angel rose to attack I played my ace in the hole
Upon opening the trap door into Hell, weeping she unmercifully fell
Crying out loud, "Father forgive me, I promise daddy, I'll be a good girl"
Oh my dear little Lucy, now you will rule the dead
Until the next time when instead I will be sure to make it a boy...
Anonymous
not an entry, but I was listening to this song and it reminded me of your comp. Hope you don't mind the drop 
[Verse 1]
They've gone from stealing bikes to stealing lives
So many young hands gripping stainless-steel knives
See a kid they don't like, they're messin' him up
What's wrong or what's right is giving less of a fuck
Sticking them up, left right, stitching them up
Everything revolves around getting the cut
Middle fingers up, fisticuffs, pissing it up
Before the pen licence, fist in the cuffs
They don't use them to pack shelves, they use them to pack cells
Up in the system before they even crack 12
You can paint a pretty picture using oil and pastels
But it's black and white, and the latter still sells
What kind of life is that? They're getting born and tagged
Teacher can't reach them, I'm getting fucking bored of that
They couldn't spell their name off the bat
I bet they can tell you where to score a quarter at
[Hook] [x2]
They're growing up fast, they are growing up tough
They're giving back everything they never got as a pup
And if they want something, you're giving it up
And if they want something, you're giving it up
[Verse 2]
They say one bad apple can spoil a whole bunch
What if, all you had was bad apples for lunch
What if, all you had was what you can touch
And what if, before you even had a dream you were crushed
They weren't raised wrong, they weren't raised at all
You watched the bowel break and the cradle fall
And now you're surprised that the baby talks
And he asking 'What the fuck are you staring for?'
Where their mothers? (huh) Where's their fathers? (huh)
Here they coming all that fucking drama bruh
Before you fix him there is another one
And the problem's tenfold and they are learning tricks younger cuz
What you want ain't always what you get
Sometimes what you get is a kick to the head
I guess you can chalk it up to cause and effect
But the core is all rotten and they've got to be fed
[Hook] [x2]
[Verse 3]
It ain't worth it, who cursed it?
Point the fingers at the ones who birthed it
Brought to earth, a brand new person
The same ones who called 'em all worthless
And called 'em good for nothing, I call them cousin
I call 'em brother and sister, I still love 'em
Brother and sister, I still love 'em
Brother and sister, I still love em
http://genius.com/Briggs-bad-apples-lyrics
[Verse 1]
They've gone from stealing bikes to stealing lives
So many young hands gripping stainless-steel knives
See a kid they don't like, they're messin' him up
What's wrong or what's right is giving less of a fuck
Sticking them up, left right, stitching them up
Everything revolves around getting the cut
Middle fingers up, fisticuffs, pissing it up
Before the pen licence, fist in the cuffs
They don't use them to pack shelves, they use them to pack cells
Up in the system before they even crack 12
You can paint a pretty picture using oil and pastels
But it's black and white, and the latter still sells
What kind of life is that? They're getting born and tagged
Teacher can't reach them, I'm getting fucking bored of that
They couldn't spell their name off the bat
I bet they can tell you where to score a quarter at
[Hook] [x2]
They're growing up fast, they are growing up tough
They're giving back everything they never got as a pup
And if they want something, you're giving it up
And if they want something, you're giving it up
[Verse 2]
They say one bad apple can spoil a whole bunch
What if, all you had was bad apples for lunch
What if, all you had was what you can touch
And what if, before you even had a dream you were crushed
They weren't raised wrong, they weren't raised at all
You watched the bowel break and the cradle fall
And now you're surprised that the baby talks
And he asking 'What the fuck are you staring for?'
Where their mothers? (huh) Where's their fathers? (huh)
Here they coming all that fucking drama bruh
Before you fix him there is another one
And the problem's tenfold and they are learning tricks younger cuz
What you want ain't always what you get
Sometimes what you get is a kick to the head
I guess you can chalk it up to cause and effect
But the core is all rotten and they've got to be fed
[Hook] [x2]
[Verse 3]
It ain't worth it, who cursed it?
Point the fingers at the ones who birthed it
Brought to earth, a brand new person
The same ones who called 'em all worthless
And called 'em good for nothing, I call them cousin
I call 'em brother and sister, I still love 'em
Brother and sister, I still love 'em
Brother and sister, I still love em
http://genius.com/Briggs-bad-apples-lyrics
Constant beatings, I can feel your eyes judging me.
I knew it had come time to stand up and be a man.
A new beginning, a new life, a new start.
Constant struggling, how could I bring you to this world?
The world around me died...
When I saw that look in your eyes.
Constant killing, how could I let you do this?
The world around me died...
When I saw the blood on your hands.
Can someone tell me why...
This has happened to me?
I have been cheated by God.
Why were you raised in death?
For your the king of the undead,
Constant tortures, why do you do this to your people?
The world around me died..
When I saw the scars on your back.
I pray you were redeemed..
I miss you my dear child.
I fear your reaper.
People are fearful, wounded animals.
You lash out when others got too close to you.
This much you taught me...
Cuz death waits for no one.
My dear lad, I can see the blood in your mouth.
My dear Vlad, I'm sorry...
I love you my child.
I knew it had come time to stand up and be a man.
A new beginning, a new life, a new start.
Constant struggling, how could I bring you to this world?
The world around me died...
When I saw that look in your eyes.
Constant killing, how could I let you do this?
The world around me died...
When I saw the blood on your hands.
Can someone tell me why...
This has happened to me?
I have been cheated by God.
Why were you raised in death?
For your the king of the undead,
Constant tortures, why do you do this to your people?
The world around me died..
When I saw the scars on your back.
I pray you were redeemed..
I miss you my dear child.
I fear your reaper.
People are fearful, wounded animals.
You lash out when others got too close to you.
This much you taught me...
Cuz death waits for no one.
My dear lad, I can see the blood in your mouth.
My dear Vlad, I'm sorry...
I love you my child.
Little John gone Jihad
his first cry was angry
seeing the world with bright lights
of an operation theatre
he saw his mother limp
blood seeping unto the bed
and the floor below
they took him away the next day
a little baby so innocent
stuck him in an orphanage
until I took him home
he was about three years old
but silent and sullen
I loved him so much
my little baby with the cherubs face
gave him all the love I have
brought back the smile on his face
he was a happy little boy
that picked me wild flowers
then I fell in love
with a man as big as a tree
as strong as an ox
as loving as a puppy
and when he stayed home
My John hid in his room
seemed my big lover
loved too much
and made my baby John hate
and hate deep
one day he kissed me goodbye
forgive me Mama I must go
in the face of my screen
on my lap, my baby John
holding up decapitated heads
in both his hands
they looked like
my big husky lover
they called him Jihadi John
but once he was my baby
just my handsome son.
his first cry was angry
seeing the world with bright lights
of an operation theatre
he saw his mother limp
blood seeping unto the bed
and the floor below
they took him away the next day
a little baby so innocent
stuck him in an orphanage
until I took him home
he was about three years old
but silent and sullen
I loved him so much
my little baby with the cherubs face
gave him all the love I have
brought back the smile on his face
he was a happy little boy
that picked me wild flowers
then I fell in love
with a man as big as a tree
as strong as an ox
as loving as a puppy
and when he stayed home
My John hid in his room
seemed my big lover
loved too much
and made my baby John hate
and hate deep
one day he kissed me goodbye
forgive me Mama I must go
in the face of my screen
on my lap, my baby John
holding up decapitated heads
in both his hands
they looked like
my big husky lover
they called him Jihadi John
but once he was my baby
just my handsome son.
'Neath the Transylvanian moon
A forthcoming doom
The dragon's son
And ballads sung
The Impaler burst from his mother's womb
The offspring of Vlad Dracul
Born under a starless night
It seemed all of Christendom
Came to see the new born beast
But God was seven days too late
To the feasting plate
The Impaler
In the cradle
Rocked in peaceful dreams born of hate
The offspring of Vlad Dracul
Grew through different seasons
Took his place in Christendom
Dracul's pride soared to new heights
A Templar Lord in holy war
With a horde against our Lord
Enemies staked to hang and bake
Beholden in the wake
Of Vlad the Impaler
Cemetery winds blew across the field
Signifying the victories, atrocities
Of the son of the Dragon
Dracul slept in burial shrouds
Buried betwixt grounds
Saturated
Consecrated
Where ancient holy words resound
The offspring of Vlad Dracul
Legends regaled in the night
Great lord of Wallachia
And the tales of blood drenched gore
A Templar Lord in holy war
With a horde against our Lord
Enemies staked to hang and bake
Beholden in the wake
Of Vlad the Impaler
Cemetery winds blew across the field
Signifying the victories, atrocities
Of the son of the Dragon
(c) 2015 Frank Green
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MadameLavender said:We all hope that when we become parents, we don't birth the next "bad seed", but to some, it does happen. Write a poem (any style, length, no collabs) from the perspective of being the mother or father of some famous criminal, or infamous person who turned out "bad".
Examples, but not limited to:
Charles Manson
Adolf Hitler
Benito Mussolini
Jeffrey Dahmer
Genghis Khan
Vlad the Impaler
Jesse James
Bonnie & Clyde
Saadam Hussein
You get the idea--pick someone from the list above, or someone of your own choosing, and put yourself in their mother's or father's shoes, and write about your child.
As many entries as you want, 1,2,3, GO!
Examples, but not limited to:
Charles Manson
Adolf Hitler
Benito Mussolini
Jeffrey Dahmer
Genghis Khan
Vlad the Impaler
Jesse James
Bonnie & Clyde
Saadam Hussein
You get the idea--pick someone from the list above, or someone of your own choosing, and put yourself in their mother's or father's shoes, and write about your child.
As many entries as you want, 1,2,3, GO!
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Examples, but not limited to:
Charles Manson
Adolf Hitler
Benito Mussolini
Jeffrey Dahmer
Genghis Khan
Vlad the Impaler
Jesse James
Bonnie & Clyde
Saadam Hussein
You get the idea--pick someone from the list above, or someone of your own choosing, and put yourself in their mother's or father's shoes, and write about your child.
As many entries as you want, 1,2,3, GO!
Examples, but not limited to:
Charles Manson
Adolf Hitler
Benito Mussolini
Jeffrey Dahmer
Genghis Khan
Vlad the Impaler
Jesse James
Bonnie & Clyde
Saadam Hussein
You get the idea--pick someone from the list above, or someone of your own choosing, and put yourself in their mother's or father's shoes, and write about your child.
As many entries as you want, 1,2,3, GO!
