Poetry competition CLOSED 8th October 2016 11:36am
WINNER
seekingkate (kateA)
seekingkate (kateA)
RUNNERS-UP:
crimsin
and Jade-Pandora
Personification
Poetry Contest Description
write a poem that PERSONIFIES a item from nature.
Personify any item from nature..
A tree, flower, grass, leaf anything of that type.
* Maximum 2 entries each
* Written or Spoken word or both.
* Collabs are welcomed
* 250 words maximum
* New or old writes welcome
My Example
Mystical.
As the sun beats
ultra-violet rays
whip
her soft-pink
petals
She begins
to bend
twist
fold
weave
Each individual
wrapping
brings a rusty
golden
brown
decay
from the edge
to the velvet
touch
center
where they meet
With thorns
in her sides
she collides
with deathly
tired
boredom
The process begins
each petal
waits its turn,
and
falls to the ground
revealing
her once
soft
innocent
core
Then finally
she is naked
and bare
Just a tarnished
lifeless bud
representing
what she
used
to
be
And her name was Rose
-x-
by Alistair Plint
A tree, flower, grass, leaf anything of that type.
* Maximum 2 entries each
* Written or Spoken word or both.
* Collabs are welcomed
* 250 words maximum
* New or old writes welcome
My Example
Mystical.
As the sun beats
ultra-violet rays
whip
her soft-pink
petals
She begins
to bend
twist
fold
weave
Each individual
wrapping
brings a rusty
golden
brown
decay
from the edge
to the velvet
touch
center
where they meet
With thorns
in her sides
she collides
with deathly
tired
boredom
The process begins
each petal
waits its turn,
and
falls to the ground
revealing
her once
soft
innocent
core
Then finally
she is naked
and bare
Just a tarnished
lifeless bud
representing
what she
used
to
be
And her name was Rose
-x-
by Alistair Plint
Cycles
Dawn has come born after a lunar eclipse
Humble waves belly flop the sand
Feet tread ignoring the shrill from blades of grass
And there among the myriad that cover the ground
Autumn red with splashes of amber and beaver brown
Its edges curled and curved
Is a leaf large enough to carry a Lilliputian
In the final throes of existence its essence summons attention whispering
See what you can make of me
My midrib may be sinking, my veins protruding
My colour spent and withered
My life ebbing away
Yet I dare you to look deeper, create a thing of beauty
Something that will challenge a human’s thinking...
Show them the elegance of cycles
The beauty of ageing and dying
© Kate Adams 24/9/16
Dawn has come born after a lunar eclipse
Humble waves belly flop the sand
Feet tread ignoring the shrill from blades of grass
And there among the myriad that cover the ground
Autumn red with splashes of amber and beaver brown
Its edges curled and curved
Is a leaf large enough to carry a Lilliputian
In the final throes of existence its essence summons attention whispering
See what you can make of me
My midrib may be sinking, my veins protruding
My colour spent and withered
My life ebbing away
Yet I dare you to look deeper, create a thing of beauty
Something that will challenge a human’s thinking...
Show them the elegance of cycles
The beauty of ageing and dying
© Kate Adams 24/9/16
~orchid's rain~with diamonddave75
*
the last petal wilted and fell away
the orchid now bare
no longer arrayed in nature's beauty
shied from the sun that undressed her
*
blessed the rain
that defines understanding
each droplet of truth
resurrects the true goddess
*
the misty eve cried tears of affection
in the night's eyes she found acceptance
weeping for her renewal
her lovely form mirrored in his countenance
*
simple graceful memory
don’t question majesty
the spikes pierce
hearts and tangled minds
*
she is immortal in his thoughts
forever in a graceful state
he see's what is possible with her
so he tends to her, lovingly grooming
*
he needs her water
sweet sustenance
feeding this lonely
forgotten world
*
the last petal wilted and fell away
the orchid now bare
no longer arrayed in nature's beauty
shied from the sun that undressed her
*
blessed the rain
that defines understanding
each droplet of truth
resurrects the true goddess
*
the misty eve cried tears of affection
in the night's eyes she found acceptance
weeping for her renewal
her lovely form mirrored in his countenance
*
simple graceful memory
don’t question majesty
the spikes pierce
hearts and tangled minds
*
she is immortal in his thoughts
forever in a graceful state
he see's what is possible with her
so he tends to her, lovingly grooming
*
he needs her water
sweet sustenance
feeding this lonely
forgotten world
The Moon
My muse went to visit the moon today
I couldn't follow her
A dark ray took her far away.
She is addicted to the moon
And his giving light
She loves to run and play, feasting off his energy.
Leaving me sleepless and alone, eight months later
I can still feel the pull of the moon, got me addicted to the spoon
Then left me in this wordless cocoon.
"Come to the moon and visit me"
My muse is calling
"Were having a party".
I must obstain, refrain
Find my words to express my pain
I've had enough rides on that black train.
One drink of the moon will make you fly
Though you'll only find an eternity of ways to die
So I lie in bed tossing and turning.
Sometimes I hate her
My muse calling to me
"Here is imagination, come take a drink".
So addicted to her and her ways
She enters my dreams and tortures
With promises of relief, never given.
Still missing my methadone prison
It's so hard in this raw world
Can I really do this, am I that girl?
I will find some grace
On this ever sleepless night
Maybe find some comfort, in knowing i'm doing what's right.
No junk, no soul
Artists have been known to say
I don't know, i'll I have at the moment is raw pain.
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
My muse went to visit the moon today
I couldn't follow her
A dark ray took her far away.
She is addicted to the moon
And his giving light
She loves to run and play, feasting off his energy.
Leaving me sleepless and alone, eight months later
I can still feel the pull of the moon, got me addicted to the spoon
Then left me in this wordless cocoon.
"Come to the moon and visit me"
My muse is calling
"Were having a party".
I must obstain, refrain
Find my words to express my pain
I've had enough rides on that black train.
One drink of the moon will make you fly
Though you'll only find an eternity of ways to die
So I lie in bed tossing and turning.
Sometimes I hate her
My muse calling to me
"Here is imagination, come take a drink".
So addicted to her and her ways
She enters my dreams and tortures
With promises of relief, never given.
Still missing my methadone prison
It's so hard in this raw world
Can I really do this, am I that girl?
I will find some grace
On this ever sleepless night
Maybe find some comfort, in knowing i'm doing what's right.
No junk, no soul
Artists have been known to say
I don't know, i'll I have at the moment is raw pain.
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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the little dew drop...
the night gave birth to a million dew drops
they shined for the moon who dressed in white
to light up the sky festooned with stars
wind blew carrying the songs of the mountains
to little dew drops to dance on the green grass
and put a show to entertain the moon
and there was one,
who fell in love with the moon
he wanted to show his affection to her
he climbed to the top of the tallest grass leaf
and said,
“oh what a beauty you are,
the pearl in the sky,
because of you I shine like a star
just before the end of my life
I want to kiss you and
let you feel my love”
suddenly the wind stopped
last cricket calmed her baby’s cry
screams of the frogs turned to murmurs
bats landed to the nearest trees
then there was a silence…
too scary..
scarier than a moonless cold dark night
poor little dew drop
as little did he knew
he wasn’t supposed to express his love
to the bride of the torrid sun
the wind,
loyal servant of the sun
started to blow as fast as he can
to throw the little dew drop
from the leaf to the ground
but,
his love was strong and true
he wanted to prove
he held tight
as his brothers and sisters fell
now the wind carried a different song
a song of his own, violent and cruel
the little dew drop
saw the death of his siblings
but he couldn’t give up on his true desire
he still wish to kiss the moon
the moon,
she was watching him from above
gazed up at him with a monalisa smile
she tried to hide her tears but it escaped her eye
between the closing clouds
to join
the little dew drop
still hanging on the leaf watching
her face fading away in to the dark clouds
her tear drop fell on his face
making him strong
he grabbed the leaf stronger than before
now the wind has no power over him
the wind,
became tired,
he couldn’t defeat a little dew drop
he was ashamed and moreover afraid
to see the redness in the east sky
his master is coming
the little dew drop
took a deep breath,
he wanted to face the torrid sun
he wanted to fight the sun
he wanted to win the moon's heart
the mighty sun
shot rays far from behind the mountains
angrier than ever
his anger paint the whole east sky red
clouds parted to make way and
trees moved their branches
so his rays will hit
the little dew drop directly
he shined to the rays like never before
he couldn’t bare the torridness
yet he challenged the mighty sun
he stared back at the him
he was glowing with determination
and the mighty sun removed his red cloak
and start to shoot the bright white rays
straight through the little dew drop
“I love you.. I will always…”
he muttered his last words
as he was vapoured to the clouds
the green grass
will give the message to the moon
when she come out the next time
may be he will tell this love story
to warn the new born dew drops
may be there will be another rebellious one
but,
the grass will remain to tell the story
the night gave birth to a million dew drops
they shined for the moon who dressed in white
to light up the sky festooned with stars
wind blew carrying the songs of the mountains
to little dew drops to dance on the green grass
and put a show to entertain the moon
and there was one,
who fell in love with the moon
he wanted to show his affection to her
he climbed to the top of the tallest grass leaf
and said,
“oh what a beauty you are,
the pearl in the sky,
because of you I shine like a star
just before the end of my life
I want to kiss you and
let you feel my love”
suddenly the wind stopped
last cricket calmed her baby’s cry
screams of the frogs turned to murmurs
bats landed to the nearest trees
then there was a silence…
too scary..
scarier than a moonless cold dark night
poor little dew drop
as little did he knew
he wasn’t supposed to express his love
to the bride of the torrid sun
the wind,
loyal servant of the sun
started to blow as fast as he can
to throw the little dew drop
from the leaf to the ground
but,
his love was strong and true
he wanted to prove
he held tight
as his brothers and sisters fell
now the wind carried a different song
a song of his own, violent and cruel
the little dew drop
saw the death of his siblings
but he couldn’t give up on his true desire
he still wish to kiss the moon
the moon,
she was watching him from above
gazed up at him with a monalisa smile
she tried to hide her tears but it escaped her eye
between the closing clouds
to join
the little dew drop
still hanging on the leaf watching
her face fading away in to the dark clouds
her tear drop fell on his face
making him strong
he grabbed the leaf stronger than before
now the wind has no power over him
the wind,
became tired,
he couldn’t defeat a little dew drop
he was ashamed and moreover afraid
to see the redness in the east sky
his master is coming
the little dew drop
took a deep breath,
he wanted to face the torrid sun
he wanted to fight the sun
he wanted to win the moon's heart
the mighty sun
shot rays far from behind the mountains
angrier than ever
his anger paint the whole east sky red
clouds parted to make way and
trees moved their branches
so his rays will hit
the little dew drop directly
he shined to the rays like never before
he couldn’t bare the torridness
yet he challenged the mighty sun
he stared back at the him
he was glowing with determination
and the mighty sun removed his red cloak
and start to shoot the bright white rays
straight through the little dew drop
“I love you.. I will always…”
he muttered his last words
as he was vapoured to the clouds
the green grass
will give the message to the moon
when she come out the next time
may be he will tell this love story
to warn the new born dew drops
may be there will be another rebellious one
but,
the grass will remain to tell the story
A conversation between wood be brothers
I feel my lower left root is being glib says tree
He speaks to me in rhyme
And says quite poetically that I echo the voices of lost generations
But I think he might be calling me hollow
And he reminds me constantly I am losing leaves too early in fall
I swear I'm going to unleash woodpecker on him
Oh tree you are all bark and no bite says flower
Do not bring yourself down to left roots level
You know he is a shallow fellow
And lazy at that
Right root is always bent out of shape
Picking up slack from left roots laziness
Who digs his heels in the dirt
When the the wind blows hard and there is extra work
I guess so flower says tree
How do you get along so well with all the other daisies
You all are so damn cheerful
Your synthesis is truely inspiring
Well we lean towards the sunny side of things as a whole says flower
Turn our backs for too long on the brighter side of life and problems stem
Yes I guess you are right says tree
I should rise above roots low bald tactics
But you know me I've always been a little knotty
Written on recycled paper by Calamity gin
I feel my lower left root is being glib says tree
He speaks to me in rhyme
And says quite poetically that I echo the voices of lost generations
But I think he might be calling me hollow
And he reminds me constantly I am losing leaves too early in fall
I swear I'm going to unleash woodpecker on him
Oh tree you are all bark and no bite says flower
Do not bring yourself down to left roots level
You know he is a shallow fellow
And lazy at that
Right root is always bent out of shape
Picking up slack from left roots laziness
Who digs his heels in the dirt
When the the wind blows hard and there is extra work
I guess so flower says tree
How do you get along so well with all the other daisies
You all are so damn cheerful
Your synthesis is truely inspiring
Well we lean towards the sunny side of things as a whole says flower
Turn our backs for too long on the brighter side of life and problems stem
Yes I guess you are right says tree
I should rise above roots low bald tactics
But you know me I've always been a little knotty
Written on recycled paper by Calamity gin
Deadheading Roses
Watching while you work in a
corner of the garden, near a
cherry tree you planted years ago.
Your hands, leather-clad, work the
clippers that chatter with
each cutting as petaled heads fall.
I tremble as you slowly approach my
favorite, the one that reminds me
of a fine pastel wine.
I've never sipped of its nectar, but
admired its hue of palest green
in the secreted heart of white roses.
Watching while you work in a
corner of the garden, near a
cherry tree you planted years ago.
Your hands, leather-clad, work the
clippers that chatter with
each cutting as petaled heads fall.
I tremble as you slowly approach my
favorite, the one that reminds me
of a fine pastel wine.
I've never sipped of its nectar, but
admired its hue of palest green
in the secreted heart of white roses.
The Esperanto of Trees
I traveled with the tallest,
tacking the wind, carrying tales
beyond the world I knew
in the billowing sails.
I always believed in the
gentleness of trees;
the keepers of every footnote
of everything that came to be,
witnessed and handed down
as precious cargo.
To listen (yes, hear the hush)
of a language long forgotten,
like the Esperanto of trees,
before the memories of hominids,
perhaps from their lineage,
before venturing into the hunt
on ancient savanna.
As birds to the dinosaur, who
heard the trees and what they said;
living with the quiet nobles,
nesting in their masthead.
I traveled with the tallest,
tacking the wind, carrying tales
beyond the world I knew
in the billowing sails.
I always believed in the
gentleness of trees;
the keepers of every footnote
of everything that came to be,
witnessed and handed down
as precious cargo.
To listen (yes, hear the hush)
of a language long forgotten,
like the Esperanto of trees,
before the memories of hominids,
perhaps from their lineage,
before venturing into the hunt
on ancient savanna.
As birds to the dinosaur, who
heard the trees and what they said;
living with the quiet nobles,
nesting in their masthead.
“I am a Pineapple”
I am a pineapple. My berries
are coalesced and significant;
my skin is curbed upon
an ancient hala kahiki secret.
I am a pineapple. My juice
Is governed by laws of thermodynamics,
I feel and see through the entropy;
an incoming message of hypothesis.
I am a pineapple. My dimensions
in constant velocity under gravity
confirmed by facts and laws of mechanics,
I keep alone and I know – I am a pineapple.
I am a pineapple. My berries
are coalesced and significant;
my skin is curbed upon
an ancient hala kahiki secret.
I am a pineapple. My juice
Is governed by laws of thermodynamics,
I feel and see through the entropy;
an incoming message of hypothesis.
I am a pineapple. My dimensions
in constant velocity under gravity
confirmed by facts and laws of mechanics,
I keep alone and I know – I am a pineapple.
