Poetry or Death
David_Macleod
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Tyrant of Words
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Poetry Contest Description
What would you chose to do?
Imagine: The government has been taken over and replaced by a dictator. Poetry, written or performed has been made illegal. The death penalty is the punishment - yesterday 300 poets were rounded up and executed.
write a poem about this
or
write a poem about you're reaction to this
would you defy?
New poems
40 lines or less
all must be titled
rhyming scheme; your choice or none
if possible have fun
write a poem about this
or
write a poem about you're reaction to this
would you defy?
New poems
40 lines or less
all must be titled
rhyming scheme; your choice or none
if possible have fun
Northern1
Joined 15th Apr 2016
Forum Posts: 235
Fire of Insight
Forum Posts: 235
Mischievous Poetry
I crept out during a starless night
a mad poet heeding Thalia's call
it felt justified sneaky and right
as I glued this to the palace wall
From The Watchers
Oh great dictator thou art but a fool
the arts keep the masses occupied
it's all very well to be evil and cruel
if hatred for you isn't nationwide
It is and I just told you the reason
watch out or it's gonna get hard
you'll swing on a rope for treason
we told you never go full retard
Let them compose let them read
grant them freedom of expression
then you can do your dirty deed
without much fear of retribution
I crept out during a starless night
a mad poet heeding Thalia's call
it felt justified sneaky and right
as I glued this to the palace wall
From The Watchers
Oh great dictator thou art but a fool
the arts keep the masses occupied
it's all very well to be evil and cruel
if hatred for you isn't nationwide
It is and I just told you the reason
watch out or it's gonna get hard
you'll swing on a rope for treason
we told you never go full retard
Let them compose let them read
grant them freedom of expression
then you can do your dirty deed
without much fear of retribution
MadameLavender
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Guardian of Shadows
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Joined 17th Feb 2013Forum Posts: 5726
Last Writes
My pen
is bigger than your
gun,
and your dic-
tator…
Jesus already died
for your sins
when the word became
flesh, so
I shall die for my own
words
and help you pull
the trigger.
May I watch your eyes
as I go,
rhyming all the way?
“One dictator,
Two dictator,
Three dictator,
Four—
I am just an immolator
And a poetry whore.”
My arms are spread
wide
now shoot—
unless you’re afraid…
My pen
is bigger than your
gun,
and your dic-
tator…
Jesus already died
for your sins
when the word became
flesh, so
I shall die for my own
words
and help you pull
the trigger.
May I watch your eyes
as I go,
rhyming all the way?
“One dictator,
Two dictator,
Three dictator,
Four—
I am just an immolator
And a poetry whore.”
My arms are spread
wide
now shoot—
unless you’re afraid…
fire-fox
Joined 20th Apr 2017
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Strange Creature
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sorry im new
fire-fox
Joined 20th Apr 2017
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Strange Creature
Forum Posts: 4
poems always live
my love for poetry will always sore up to the stars for the stars are were all poets have always found their muse.so if they try and abuse us then bring it on cause poetry will always live on in our hearts and up to the skies. brighten up eyes
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mysteriouslady
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Tyrant of Words
15
Joined 11th Aug 2012Forum Posts: 2649
Underground Un~Sound
All my thoughts and words
they have been deemed unfit
Illegally yours to these new laws
I totally refuse to commit
Comparable to Capone
hiding whiskey, cigars and such
I need my words, they are my blood
even better than that first touch
I am your chosen one
my secrets are here to stay
Take my hand poets,
allow me to lead the way
Come with me
down this sweat soaked path
They will never take away whats mine
for I will unleash my wrath
You will never know me
disappearing in the wind
Calling my words a crime
is your own mortal sin
Ill die before I give up my words
you will never take me alive
I chose the pen and paper my friend
Now and up until the very twisted end...
All my thoughts and words
they have been deemed unfit
Illegally yours to these new laws
I totally refuse to commit
Comparable to Capone
hiding whiskey, cigars and such
I need my words, they are my blood
even better than that first touch
I am your chosen one
my secrets are here to stay
Take my hand poets,
allow me to lead the way
Come with me
down this sweat soaked path
They will never take away whats mine
for I will unleash my wrath
You will never know me
disappearing in the wind
Calling my words a crime
is your own mortal sin
Ill die before I give up my words
you will never take me alive
I chose the pen and paper my friend
Now and up until the very twisted end...
David_Macleod
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Tyrant of Words
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Joined 5th Nov 2014Forum Posts: 2983
Many thanks for these great entries - mysteriouslady, fire-fox, MadameLavender, Northern1 - I really enjoyed all of them :-)
wallyroo92
Forum Posts: 1870
Tyrant of Words
154
Joined 11th July 2012Forum Posts: 1870
Renegades
We are the new renegades,
The new outlaws who aren’t afraid,
To express the words of the human soul,
Against these tyrants and their blockades.
We’re on a crusade,
To keep our spirits free from tyranny,
To let the entire world hear our words,
Their swords aren’t sharp like our conspiracy.
It isn’t heresy,
We are the new rebels against oppression,
Versus the doctrines of the rich and few,
Our verses have freedom in expression.
We are the poets and writers,
With ideals wilder than fires,
Spreading the truth to all men,
You can never imprison our will
An idea you will never be able to kill
Poetry is alive in the hearts of all men.
We are the new renegades,
The new outlaws who aren’t afraid,
To express the words of the human soul,
Against these tyrants and their blockades.
We’re on a crusade,
To keep our spirits free from tyranny,
To let the entire world hear our words,
Their swords aren’t sharp like our conspiracy.
It isn’t heresy,
We are the new rebels against oppression,
Versus the doctrines of the rich and few,
Our verses have freedom in expression.
We are the poets and writers,
With ideals wilder than fires,
Spreading the truth to all men,
You can never imprison our will
An idea you will never be able to kill
Poetry is alive in the hearts of all men.
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David_Macleod
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Tyrant of Words
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Joined 5th Nov 2014Forum Posts: 2983
thank you AEMelia564 and wallyroo92, another two excellent entries
SatansSperm
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Dangerous Mind
13
Joined 19th Nov 2015Forum Posts: 3112
X
300 lie in silence
but the words live on
we will paint your town
with our crimson words
of poetry
till there is no one left
to follow
300 lie in silence
but the words live on
we will paint your town
with our crimson words
of poetry
till there is no one left
to follow
Ahrima
Joined 12th May 2017
Forum Posts: 29
Lost Thinker
Forum Posts: 29
My Old Friend Darkness "Why"
Loyal...Compassionate...Trustworthy...Friends
But....My old friend, Darkness has consumed them all.
Jealousy...Hatred...and his consumed soul.
Why my old friend....have you betrayed me?
"Because I am a mindless soul...That eager's to see the blood and take them whole..
But your soul is the acceptation....
I think i will chew you in 2 seconds..
Your soul just smells so good...I cant resisted your souls delicious appearance.
I'm sorry friend but you are no more."
W..Why.. my old friend darkness.....Why did you put me in horror
But....My old friend, Darkness has consumed them all.
Jealousy...Hatred...and his consumed soul.
Why my old friend....have you betrayed me?
"Because I am a mindless soul...That eager's to see the blood and take them whole..
But your soul is the acceptation....
I think i will chew you in 2 seconds..
Your soul just smells so good...I cant resisted your souls delicious appearance.
I'm sorry friend but you are no more."
W..Why.. my old friend darkness.....Why did you put me in horror
Written by Ahrima
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jemac
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Dangerous Mind
4
Joined 25th Jan 2013Forum Posts: 237
Paper Chase
You control with your piousness
Fingers holding down
those who are greater
Than the small hands
words you use
You compose, to hurt and destroy
300 lives were taken
Due to your jealousies
About what made them
Greater than you could ever be
Even in death,
Their words brought to life suddenly
By your desire to hush
Their inkwells deep with memories
Eloquently transform on paper
Cleaner than your hands,
Will continue to run circles around
Your indecency
You control with your piousness
Fingers holding down
those who are greater
Than the small hands
words you use
You compose, to hurt and destroy
300 lives were taken
Due to your jealousies
About what made them
Greater than you could ever be
Even in death,
Their words brought to life suddenly
By your desire to hush
Their inkwells deep with memories
Eloquently transform on paper
Cleaner than your hands,
Will continue to run circles around
Your indecency
Ahrima
Joined 12th May 2017
Forum Posts: 29
Lost Thinker
Forum Posts: 29
Death
what would happen if death left...
would it be the end...?
everyone says no...
are they here or are they home..?
If death goes from strong to weak...
we will be suffering.
us old us broken us who just want to die....
death don't leave us or ill cry..
please...
or ill be eaten alive...
I don't want to suffer
Or ill be under the covers of my bed...
Please swallow me whole kill me now
Give me sweat linger of death...
Written by Ahrima
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