Poetry competition CLOSED 26th June 2011 10:38pm
WINNER
Jestalessa
Jestalessa
A challenge that will have an end!
Poetry Contest Description
Post a title for the person below. From the title you are given, create a six line poem (must have relevance to the title).
Post a title for the person bellow
From the title you are given, create a six line poem (must have relevance to the title)
Winner in two weeks
Here is one to start you off:
'What?'
From the title you are given, create a six line poem (must have relevance to the title)
Winner in two weeks
Here is one to start you off:
'What?'
What?
I sit and question what, what words, of company, echo in my ears
and what, what words
of alchemy are listed in your wicked fears of our love?
Because tonight, tonight the stars will fall
and we will crumble to the sea and I'll be pondering why I used what
not which.
Next Title: 'Younger.'
I sit and question what, what words, of company, echo in my ears
and what, what words
of alchemy are listed in your wicked fears of our love?
Because tonight, tonight the stars will fall
and we will crumble to the sea and I'll be pondering why I used what
not which.
Next Title: 'Younger.'
Younger
An old school photograph, so much younger then.
Multi-colored sweatpants, what was I thinking?
I wish I had my hair cut more often.
For all that embarrassment, what kills me the most
was my blissful unawareness, my naivety.
I was so much younger then.
Next Title: "Riding the Bus"
An old school photograph, so much younger then.
Multi-colored sweatpants, what was I thinking?
I wish I had my hair cut more often.
For all that embarrassment, what kills me the most
was my blissful unawareness, my naivety.
I was so much younger then.
Next Title: "Riding the Bus"
Riding The Bus
Clarity perks then sighs at the sight of my '69 Mustang
childhood dream from the window - gleaming, for sale, in the sunlight;
it summons my core, my inner lust for heat and tarmac steaming summer rain.
The roar, the cruise, the rev, the freedom, sand or dirt or snow...
I get off at 53rd where the ATM delivers its news:
Tomorrow, I won't be riding the bus.
Next is.....
"Made"
Clarity perks then sighs at the sight of my '69 Mustang
childhood dream from the window - gleaming, for sale, in the sunlight;
it summons my core, my inner lust for heat and tarmac steaming summer rain.
The roar, the cruise, the rev, the freedom, sand or dirt or snow...
I get off at 53rd where the ATM delivers its news:
Tomorrow, I won't be riding the bus.
Next is.....
"Made"
Anonymous
Made:
Bitterness, and distasteful humor silence my laughs
Skeletons in the closet knock at me, forever trying to keep them quiet I bang right back
The devils grip slowly overtook this innocent adolescent mind
Making for a delicate forceful possession, I let him crawl right inside
Beyond all these previous transgressions, it begs one question...
What has life "made" you?
Next is:
"Pallbearers"
Bitterness, and distasteful humor silence my laughs
Skeletons in the closet knock at me, forever trying to keep them quiet I bang right back
The devils grip slowly overtook this innocent adolescent mind
Making for a delicate forceful possession, I let him crawl right inside
Beyond all these previous transgressions, it begs one question...
What has life "made" you?
Next is:
"Pallbearers"
Pallbearers
Ready to march past the assembled rows
Seried ranks of friends and family
Tugging at collars and ties
Buffing shoes, cleaning shirts
All is ready all is calm
Now where's the damn body?
Next is: "Rocket Rainbow"
Ready to march past the assembled rows
Seried ranks of friends and family
Tugging at collars and ties
Buffing shoes, cleaning shirts
All is ready all is calm
Now where's the damn body?
Next is: "Rocket Rainbow"
rocket rainbow
bellyful's of butterfly flitted and fluttered
the count down begins in earnest
major tom stares into shining dials
as thrusters bring a welcome g-force
the flame mixed with the drizzle rain
creates a huge rocket rainbow
next is: kindred spirit
bellyful's of butterfly flitted and fluttered
the count down begins in earnest
major tom stares into shining dials
as thrusters bring a welcome g-force
the flame mixed with the drizzle rain
creates a huge rocket rainbow
next is: kindred spirit
Ice
Frozen images holding frozen faces
Coldness and stillness in time
A place to store the treasured things
And to give the rest the cold shoulder
Ice everywhere amongst the frosty plains
Frozen tundra of comfort and memories
Next Title: 'Pineapples' velocity'
Frozen images holding frozen faces
Coldness and stillness in time
A place to store the treasured things
And to give the rest the cold shoulder
Ice everywhere amongst the frosty plains
Frozen tundra of comfort and memories
Next Title: 'Pineapples' velocity'
Pineapples' Velocity
Blunt Force Trauma. Subdural hematoma.
She heard it day in, day out.
For once she wanted some playtime
to measure pineapples' velocities
as they impacted bladed implements of varying sizes.
Next Title: Even God Uses a Microwave Sometimes
Blunt Force Trauma. Subdural hematoma.
She heard it day in, day out.
For once she wanted some playtime
to measure pineapples' velocities
as they impacted bladed implements of varying sizes.
Next Title: Even God Uses a Microwave Sometimes
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Fishing on the bay.
The children laugh at the dead skin
falling into my beer.
A beast silently waits underneath my dingy.
My skin bleeds from the sandpaper of a shark,
and the water burns me with itīs reflected saber
next title: train tracks
The children laugh at the dead skin
falling into my beer.
A beast silently waits underneath my dingy.
My skin bleeds from the sandpaper of a shark,
and the water burns me with itīs reflected saber
next title: train tracks
