POETRY CHALLENGE ENTRIES
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kings of leon. Always Born a Crime ![]() Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 6213 | One We city folk had never seen such beauty, So we looked in earnest wonder. We knew these mountains Were going to become hell's plunder? We ran in the thin streets, We noticed the locals. We bought marbles, We teased squirrels. Who knew, indeed, who, This this was going to turn into wasteland? This pleasant area of Woodland, perhaps our dreamland? And they came with guns Their armor (and later excuse) ignorance And today, my beautiful land Has lost its silence. The air rings with shots Fired a dozen to the poke And I look in horror And pray it's a sick joke Their homes are broken, The doors are ajar. The land that was beautiful, Is now the one on which they wage war. ______________________________________________ Two California Dreamin` It was you and me. me and you. We talked for days, months and now its years. We dreamed of one place. We dreamed of the place where the sun sets high, its rays glittering on us like happy diamonds, we made plans for placing that christmas tree in the sand, to laugh and giggle, all good fun. We escaped inside of our head when things went wrong and thought of that place, that one place that was coming to us so slowly and we felt like maybe it would be okay, because then we would be together. Time has all but slowed or so it seems but everytime I see your face, I think of the crashing of the sea, the call of the birds, the wind tangling my hair and my hand in yours. When I hear your voice and smell your skin, I see the place I want to go. Let`s go together. ________________________________________________ Three Even In My Dreams Every night when I lay my head upon my pillow I wonder where my nocturnal imagination Will take me next. Will I travel to a different country? Will I go mountain climbing? Will I scuba dive? Will I conquer all of my fears? Will I just take a chance? All of those would be very nice, And I look forward to every single adventure That I might encounter. But the one I hope for every night Is the most adventurous of them all: I want hug him. I want to kiss him. I want to love him. After all, loving someone from afar is pretty Adventurous, Exhilarating, and even, Dangerous. But, I know, That in here, In my heart, In my dreams, I could never be hurt. For love conquers all, If only in my dreams. ___________________________________________________ Four I wondered where, I wondered just how far the river ran. They spoke so soft and clear and sweet About the land in the east And in the west. “Anywhere but here, lord; Anywhere but here.” They spoke to me through pitchfork tongues About how much they hated home. And I told myself before I stood to walk That I would stand to roam. Brainwashed by the thousands of attic books Romantic journeys through the wide, deep world; And I pictured. And I pictured smoke guiding me Smoke of some unknown enemy, friend, teacher Brother; The last breath of some spirit I should have known. I hoped the wind that shakes the sun swept plains Would whisper meaning through the window. I wait; and I wait; and I wait for a sign. It’s times like these when you have to make your own; Newspaper clippings and old cigars, Any piece of throwaway culture to sew together new. New life; New news. I’ll make a sign; I’ll make myself close my ears And my eyes; And form a new sign. I’ll make it. I’ll make it. I can. __________________________________________________ Five I made a wish, Once upon a falling star, When mother told me the moon, was held by Gods hands God spun the stars too, on the great canvas sky And that dazzling dust was solidified lullaby. They shone the brightest when she softly sang. I wished, More than anything to hold a star, For the moon was in Gods golden hands And my fingertips were too brass, to brag of such wonder Lullabies finish and stars die. And it never landed under my crowned head of delicate duck feather. Skin ages and the body tires, bone creek and the mind unravels The stars stay desolate in the heavens hailing ignorant to the north Though mother has long stopped singing It’s hard to tell with the drag of sordid soil and pitiful pine God’s hands no longer hold the moon, nor does he cover it finger by finger It’s scientific all numbers and long words that never meant a thing to me All the mystery behind the magic’s gone. Though the stars remain silent yet snugly mocking Cramming a treasured trash bag I set out to find my wayward fallen star. __________________________________________________ Votes in bu Sunday folks and thankyou to everyone who took the time to enter this week : ) |
kings of leon. Always Born a Crime ![]() Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 6213 | Here's your winners, sorry they took so long >.<: ![]() ![]() ___________________________________ And I'm not going to be posting the prompt this week, instead I'm going to have to ask for someone to take over the competition for a while for me. As you've probably guessed I'm having trouble keeping up with it at the moment because of school. I have exams coming up in like 2 weeks and if I don't get good grades I'm pretty much screwed. I'm gonna have to spend the free time I usually having on friday mornings to revise and stuff and seeing as I work on saturdays, Sunday is my only full day to get stuff done. I should be done near the end of may and be able to take it back over but until then I'd really appreciate someone stepping in for a while. If you're interested PM me and I'll give it to the first person there : ) Thanks for all the support and helping me get this set up guys, you've all been brilliant <3 |
yummy_crayons Killjoy ![]() Age: 28 Gender: Female Posts: 13 | I'll just type me little poem thing here, shall i? alrighty. pie is good pie is nice pie is nice with coffee and rice because pie is oh so swell you do not throw them down thine wells if you oblige you're in for a surprise for thou pie shall come and take away the sun pie is good pie is nice pie is nice with coffee and mice and yes, as the sun shall be gone and everything is so full on all of the pies shall still sell strong you should probably train King Kong pie is good pie is nice pie is nice with coffee and lice oho! the sun came back one day and as king kong walks away you and pies say: "hip hip hooray!" because the sun came back today |
Lovesick Melody. Bulletproof Heart ![]() Age: 83 Gender: Female Posts: 25760 | No, do not post it in here. No-one is allowed to post in here except the runner of the competition who is currently followill. If you want to post a poem then create a new topic for it. Please do not post here again. :] Sorry for posting in here, I just wanted to explain. |
kings of leon. Always Born a Crime ![]() Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 6213 | It's okay, seeing as your in charge now for a while it's just fine XD Okay everyone! Lovesick Melody is going to be running this for me for a while, I will be back but for now PM all your entries and votes to her! : ) |
Lovesick Melody. Bulletproof Heart ![]() Age: 83 Gender: Female Posts: 25760 | For those of you that don't know, I will now be running the contest until followill. has more time. Here is your next prompt: ![]() Rules - You can't share your poems with anyone before the results are announced. - You can only enter one poem per contest and poems must be made specifically for the contest. - Anything you like can be interpreted from this, just as long as you can link it back in some way to the prompt. - PM your entry to Me by Friday, May 2nd 2008 with 'Entry' somewhere in the title. Go crazy guys. :] |
Lovesick Melody. Bulletproof Heart ![]() Age: 83 Gender: Female Posts: 25760 | Here are the entries for this week :] -------- One Demons and Monsters I screamed. I cried. Convinced that the closet held demons inside. Check under the bed, is it just dark under there?. When I cried out for you, mother, you cam running. Where are you now? He`s here, mother, its just daddy but the monster is back again. Hands grabbing me, covering my mouth, putrid, rotten breath, hot, sweaty and animalistic. I screamed. I cried. I checked the mirror before I lay down to sleep and I see the evil, the demon staring back at me, clawing, howling, fighting to get free. When I was a child, the innocence hovered and I grew out of believeing in monsters. I have been forced to believe again. Check under your bed and lock the door, the boogeyman isn`t just for childeran anymore. ---------------------------- Two Silent laughs and whisps of smoke the candles on the table that turn out now the ghosts within are winning with each breath More and more they hold onto me and whisper in my ears to keep you still to watch you writhe and end it oh so slowly and as they win i can't feel myself i'm not me anymore and when i'm still sane i'd like to say stay away from this message board ---------------------------- Three It lets itself die or at least it tries a feeling too good for words and too bad for anything more hours would pass far slower than the days I don't know what I was thinking but I don't think she knew either with the flick of a finger and a few vocal chords strung something with in me had been rekindled I don't remember the days before it and I don't remember anything after but the puddles of mud around my house- a bit too colorful for my taste, told it all it says separated from me from itself so it can't be disturbed while recharging until next time it wins; we're safe or we can at least try. ------------------------------- Four Monsters Monsters watch me through his eyes, judging, cautious, waiting for me to flinch, drawing me closer like a moths to a light, deep within his soul. Monsters taste me though his mouth, tempting with sweet kisses and heart pounding moments. They’re always hungry, never sated, calling me through soft, parted lips. Monsters touch me through his skin, an itch never scratched all over my body, always searching for the right spot for his evil hands to lay. Monsters control me though his words, all too beautiful and never altering, sweet nothings into a vacant heart, filling it up until there’s no truth left. Monsters crave him through my body, his eyes, his skin, his lips, his demons, completing me in every way possible, until I have become his monster myself. -------------------------- Five My granted innocence Celebrating wraths, anniversaries Celebrating more that the death Of a tortured day As sweet as candy and strawberries On every July, And every May But beneath them lays a phantom That which my soul cannot remember That which my mind in haunted with But I look again, On the third of September This day is the reality of my mistakes How to recall my anger, my monster, and My ghosts aren't cotton white They are the weakness of my might Their bodies have no shapes, But they all look alike And the spirits of deep cursing eyes are shipping away Flake-like fire flares fall on that day Shaking heaven's temper The day life saw your eyes, The third of September What a greatness, I stepped on a clue Wingless beasts inside of you And curiosity's doors my heats breaks To walk behind the trace of my mistakes To know what your anger tastes like What a fire it can strike, Inside my centre And my drafts covered with blacking Temples built by the living Built for the sake of the dead A depiction of what's hid inside And more deplorable words laying ahead All are the ones to decide What sort of monsters I am For how long can my strength hold on? And enforce the chains, so to be unbreakable The chains my monsters are attached to Don't let the sun see my ghosts, Don't let my ghosts see the sun And cost the mortal world less anguishing stories to tell ---------------------------- Six Jack's Ripping London Apart. Drinking this jinxed Jekyll elixir to hinder horrid Hyde, pity we never believe in ancient wicker and witches of white. We mourn for the forgotten signs of the zodiac and scream praise on the day of the sacred solstices. For Atlantis rots under watery depths of death upon the sadistic violins to sinking ships, bands play broken melancholy on top decks. Jacks ripping London apart betweens the chimes of Ben, while Lucifer lives between the pages of every student’s biological study. Pale moonlit fingertips are luring us into stagecoaches with sharp smiles and crow clawed eyes. There’s malicious murder at the foot of St Paul’s. And I never liked cathedrals. ------------------------ Rules. - PM your vote to me by Sunday 4th of April. - Do not vote more than once. - Do not tell anyone who you have voted for until after the competition or urge others to vote for a certain poem. - Don't vote for yourself. - Make sure you specify the poem you are voting for in your vote PM's. - Winner(s) and new contest put up on Sunday. |
Lovesick Melody. Bulletproof Heart ![]() Age: 83 Gender: Female Posts: 25760 | Winners! ![]() ![]() ![]() Sorry for the crappiness.... If there is any mistake, please tell me :] _________________________ New week and new prompt! ![]() Rules - You can't share your poems with anyone before the results are announced. - You can only enter one poem per contest and poems must be made specifically for the contest. - Anything you like can be interpreted from this, just as long as you can link it back in some way to the prompt. - PM your entry to me (Lovesick Melody.) by Friday, May 9th 2008 with 'Entry' somewhere in the title. |
Lovesick Melody. Bulletproof Heart ![]() Age: 83 Gender: Female Posts: 25760 | Entries for this week! ------------ One They say Among the blind the one-eyed man is king. But what of a king Who can't speak, or communicate what he sees? What if he sees fantastic visions, visions the blind can never be Able to imagine in their life, let alone see? They ask Were you born...? Or was it an accident...? There ought to be a third option. Blinded. Blinded by the world. We aren't born blind, we become blind. Sweet, sweet irony, when we see we actually don't. And those babies- Despise them as I do, for their worthless existence- Can see them. Angels. Demons. Ghosts. They laugh and they gurgle; They cry and scream; They seem to know. But them babies? What's the use? What if you can see the most beautiful things in the world And then forget, and spend the rest of your life wondering If God really does exist? Why can't we see them? Perhaps we do and don't see them still. ------------------------- Two With a touch of laze "A baby!" life says The gleam of it's eyes awake the cheer Like bright angels charmed by hope's desire You can almost sense the Angels while they near To welcome it into our venality! So long to grow and be a liar Maybe even lower , a criminal, A killer, maybe even higher.. And no one knows who babies are How high they've traveled through heavens And if they were touched by a star Called " Innocence and Purity" With matches it plays What's hiding inside it's eyes other than fear? Eyes made of soft tender paper in a world made of fire Sampling the funniest words it can hear Nabbing the days that shake our stability Then drowning your dog, and breaking the hair drier Innocence cursing the direness of life So long to grow and be a liar And no one knows how far, Or how long they’ve been traveling, Or how long you can stare At their eyes as fine as silk With a touch of laze It knows when to let it's smiles interfere But the blackness it's hiding will grow higher Then it'll live to be a teen with a whole life to steer Don't stop now, not here.. Enjoy it's benignity Before the nightmares come to life So long to grow and be a liar! ----------------------------- Three The Tarnished Fakers Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, you`ve been blind again, didn`t heed the warning. Stupid, stupid, stupid, how could you have forsaken the word?. You`ve read the bible, have you not?. Angels radiated and dress with innocence, sweet little babyface, save us from the fall of man. Disgrace. Ignorance. Shunned. Death You have been fooled by the very best, as gentle as a babe, tiny cherub fist, fight against Hell with the seraphim. [Golden angel, how you have tarnished] Nasty. Dirty. Murder In this fight, we pit against the "angels", we call them Painseekers, Soulstealers, they pose as childeran and babies, we can only see them with our real eyes. [ The fakers ] Warm blood. Beating heart. Ripped from your chest. ------------------------ Four The light sky blue of her trembling eyes the sandy hair on her small, round head The manic laughing that i loved so much and her soft body that i held close An angel come down in disguise her angelic burble her amazing giggle a wonder to behold ---------------- Rules. - PM your vote to me by Sunday 11th of May. - Do not vote more than once. - Do not tell anyone who you have voted for until after the competition or urge others to vote for a certain poem. - Don't vote for yourself. - Make sure you specify the poem you are voting for in your vote PM's. - Winner(s) and new contest put up on Sunday. |
Lovesick Melody. Bulletproof Heart ![]() Age: 83 Gender: Female Posts: 25760 | Here are the winners!! Please excuse the crappy banners, I tried something new this week. Also, Im going to introduce a Judges Choice.... ![]() ![]() ![]() Please correct me if there are any mistakes :] ---------------- Okay, so I was thinking of something creative that I could use as a prompt and I stumbled across this, it will be interesting to see what you guys come up with. If you know the book from which this passage came from, please do not say it. I would like it remain anonymous since I do not wish for the whole plot of the book to be associated with the prompt. Here we go :] They were in the smoky mountains at their favorite bed-and-breakfast. David was smiling down at her. "What do you say, gorgeous? Marry me?" Looking up from their canopy bed, she knew he was the one. Forever. As she stared into his deep-green eyes, somewhere in the distance a deafening bell began to ring. It was pulling him away. She reached for him, but her arms clutched empty air. It was the sound of the phone that fully awoke Susan Fletcher from her dream. She gasped, sat up in bed, and fumbled for the reciever. "Hello?" "Susan, it's David. Did I wake you?" Rules - You can't share your poems with anyone before the results are announced. - You can only enter one poem per contest and poems must be made specifically for the contest. - Anything you like can be interpreted from this, just as long as you can link it back in some way to the prompt. - PM your entry to me (Lovesick Melody.) by Friday, May 16th 2008 with 'Entry' somewhere in the title. Go wild guys! :] |
Lovesick Melody. Bulletproof Heart ![]() Age: 83 Gender: Female Posts: 25760 | 4 entries this week... ----------------- One Beneath The Breaking Point I was swimming, head submerged. I was clawing for the surface, palms and fingernails never scraping but I was reaching my breaking point. A face shimmered, distorted, sunlight behind it, in and out of focus. The voice, thick, distant, familiar. Laughter bestowed upon the memories, play out for me. Forever, baby, forever and ever Finger heavy, shining so brightly, happines bubbling forth, I would surely die. Body floating, random pieces drifting by, catch a piece and put it back together, you might make something of it, something that makes you happier, something that you could love, something thats not me. Kisses pelting my upturned face, eyes closed, teardrops, drops of Gods tears. I`ll always love you, baby. We`ll be together forever. Strong sinewy arms holding me down. If I was ever to reach the surface, I would just like to say "Thanks for the disillusionment". ---------------------------- Two A wedding dress that gleamed like snow "white gold" they'd say as i beamed so proudly The man at my side his smile so slight but that meant more to me than the worlds combined And as i woke i felt the voice that was so dead and bleak inside and dreading what came i closed my eyes as the dreams bew into dust and that's all thy were just dreams to cling on too but a new dream wll come a new gold will find home and more hopes will come my way ---------------------------- Three The view from the room was special More special than you can imagine But the body that lay in my lap Was the most special thing there The view in my mind was silent More silent than her grave And the body that lay in my lap Was the most silent thing there The sunlight that blew through the trees Was brighter than tears of an angel Your body that lay in my lap Glew brighter than everything else The mountains that stood in the distance Had promised a brand new land But your body that lay in my lap Was the only promise I had The hope a brand new life Had brought us all the way here But my loves body that lay in my lap Destroyed all the hope that I had ---------------------------- Four Distorted luck of Lucifer In warm sheets we spot their soma Almost merged in one, as my heart supposed There arouse the lively aroma To die out near the window's own artistry Mountains like her fake flake-white wedding gown Capped with pure winter fume For what she felt when being near his eyes The ascendancy of love To own the ability to distinguish What was meant to be unreal And what was not To discover the eyes of the arsonist's plot And a smile made of warble It looked down at her pupils In them reflected the coalition The way David coaxed her attention "What do you say, gorgeous? Marry me?" To him, to her green-eyed David she spared her strength This had to strike carnivals inside her curved heart There she marked the sunrise of her dreams Her humbled pleas and wishes It’s what she has been asking the carver of souls for In the magical mystic music, there she lost her doubt She felt like a toddler still trying life out His tuneful breath clutched her soul And she clutched his, So to immortalise this moment What letters her eyes sent Written by a pen, where desire was poured in its ink Flirting with her roses, coating her face in pink But one strange tinkle tore them apart And the clashing feelings had to dart The death of a leaf of spring The awful death knell, the phone's trodden ring Marching right into the sight of her half-closed ear Demolishing the noble moment Who could be calling when dreams were still taking over? Why this use of one slang complain? His image hovered away from her hands Before she realised what she had to do "Hello" muttered the clueless voice "Susan, it's David. Did I wake you?" ------------------- Rules. - PM your vote to me by Sunday 18th of May. - Do not vote more than once. - Do not tell anyone who you have voted for until after the competition or urge others to vote for a certain poem. - Don't vote for yourself. - Make sure you specify the poem you are voting for in your vote PM's. - Winner(s) and new contest put up on Sunday. |
Lovesick Melody. Bulletproof Heart ![]() Age: 83 Gender: Female Posts: 25760 | Here are the winners!! ![]() ![]() Please correct me if there are any mistakes :] And guys, I really need more votes. I only had one this week, so I really need to have some help here D: ---------------- For this weeks prompt, I give you a simple image. ![]() Rules - You can't share your poems with anyone before the results are announced. - You can only enter one poem per contest and poems must be made specifically for the contest. - Anything you like can be interpreted from this, just as long as you can link it back in some way to the prompt. - PM your entry to me (Lovesick Melody.) by Friday, May 23th 2008 with 'Entry' somewhere in the title. |
Lovesick Melody. Bulletproof Heart ![]() Age: 83 Gender: Female Posts: 25760 | Entries for this week! ------------ One Mommy, mommy, Are you there? I went to play, without a care, Then i heard a deafening sound. A minute ago this was our home, Not a trace of you left, Not even your comb. What happened mommy? Where are my brothers? Fighting the war, just like the fathers. Sounds of bangs fill the air, mommy, I'm scared, mommy. I don't want to leave, But i fear i must. Or else I too might get blown to dust. Goodbye mommy, Tomorrow, I'll probably join you. ------------------------- Two The Ceiling of the Sun Houses built to reach the ceiling of the sun Paintings, of safe homes, sinking in the rubble Flawless daemons couldn't do what we have done This destruction, an artistry by the duce of trouble Insane blood stains to live, double. Erase the err thoughts as our nails turn to claws The human attrition burning revenge into war The forehead's sweat. Forehead of the one who knows That this world is bloated. It has a face just to lour Killing us from the core, growin' more The amorist enlarging the leaks in the boat.. We're all trapped in! Cursing the endless sea Whores muting the minaret's light. Music of a dying note Defaulting the right, living the wrong. Letting it be The ascendancy of them, or me. The falling leaves all watching us, as eyes. Cutting our hands, hands holding the holy pen There sleeps the light as a sheaf of clouds flies Hiding a sun, counting the number of killers we've been Today's dying boys, they are but dead men The rich, shod nations were pleased just to stare As the rocks got shaken, dipped into our blood The rose's awe is being unveiled! Their selves, their dare. To kill! But Still.. Some hope is planting by a dud Right below the rubble, the blood and mud... ----------------------------- Three As I walk this path, of words left unspoken, the smoke fills my lungs, the fire leaves me broken, and there are tears that fall, for the ones that fell with it, I'm wondering why, this world is so selfish. My feet hurt now, my eyes are getting heavy, I don't now how, I'm ever going to make it, are the angels here, to take me away, oh please god please, don't make me stay. I've found my place, the place that I belong, among the ashes, we've all grown strong, and look at my wings, look at me fly, I can finally leave, this selfish world behind. ------------------------ Four ]Tell Me I Have Something Left It was a little wooden house, not even that, held together by mud and sticks. Shivering, shaking, thin shoulders that protude with bone, quivering, shouts and screams, harsh native language, bullets and sick laughter falling like rain. and thats when the world fell apart A thick explosion sinks into the air, debris, death and things that go unmetioned trickle down like the revenge God swore he would give. Smoke in his eyes, rotting stench clogging his throat, hands reaching, searching, where was his house? "Mama" "MAMA" "MAAAMAAA" Stumble, tripping of the core of what used to be his neighbor, insides on the out, eyes would be blank if they were still intact on his face. Thin legs can`t hold up his body, sink down, amidst the garbage, the wreckage, what use to be his life, fat tears rolling down his cheecks as he curls up into a ball, his head on something or someone, who can tell?. He never had anything. Now he has nothing. ---------------- Rules. - PM your vote to me by Sunday 25th of May. - Do not vote more than once. - Do not tell anyone who you have voted for until after the competition or urge others to vote for a certain poem. - Don't vote for yourself. - Make sure you specify the poem you are voting for in your vote PM's. - Winner(s) and new contest put up on Sunday. |
valiumobsequy Awake and Unafraid ![]() Age: 26 Gender: Female Posts: 13973 | when are you making a new prompt will you ever do one about vampires? |
Cherokee Banned ![]() Age: 29 Gender: Female Posts: 2300 | mcrfan196:Dear mcrfan196, Replying on this topic is against the rules. If you have any suggestions you should post them here. Or let Lovesick Melody. know about it. |
Early..Sunsets Killjoy ![]() Age: 29 Gender: Female Posts: 3 | Dreams Sleepiness and out of the shadows comes a dream of many powers sleep for days and dream for hours you could be the one with powers dream of things unimaginable until you wake with a fright of a nightmare that held you tight dream of things that make you shake but not enough to make you wake the dreams you dream just might seem fake but take it in and make it real as real as you could feel the night around you seems very still this is to you so you'll remember you can always just surrender to sleepiness and dreams of powers |
Lovesick Melody. Bulletproof Heart ![]() Age: 83 Gender: Female Posts: 25760 | ^^ Please do not post in this topic. As Cherokee. stated, it is against the rules to post in this topic. If you want to post a poem, please make a new topic for it. On another note, I have 2 votes. I cannot wait for more. I will post the winners soon. |
Lovesick Melody. Bulletproof Heart ![]() Age: 83 Gender: Female Posts: 25760 | Here are the winners!! ![]() ![]() ![]() Please correct me if there are any mistakes :] ---------------- For this weeks prompt, I give you a single word. Protest. I expect you guys to go wild with that. ![]() Rules - You can't share your poems with anyone before the results are announced. - You can only enter one poem per contest and poems must be made specifically for the contest. - Anything you like can be interpreted from this, just as long as you can link it back in some way to the prompt. - PM your entry to me (Lovesick Melody.) by Saturday, May 31st 2008 with 'Entry' somewhere in the title. Go wild guys! :] |
Lovesick Melody. Bulletproof Heart ![]() Age: 83 Gender: Female Posts: 25760 | Entries for this week! ------------ One We're standing up for something We think we feel is strong, While others will oppose us For what they see as wrong. How can anyone decide What's wrong if they go By what they have been told? How can they surely know? We choose to persevere Through harsh beatings and lines With our non-violent way Of holding up picket signs. Why, Why, Why? Let's go! We'll not fight! I'll defend my heroes Today-Tonight! We may not have everyone Behind us and on our side, But we have true support. Look now! We have won! ------------------------- Two High Explosive Shades The collidin' shades, The colliding screams, With treacherous dreams And we're all strength less. But rearmed by sweet sinful faith, Caution! Here comes the sky we came to bathe With this protest! Grab your MyChem Jacket, Get your dunest dress Caution! No more suicidal thoughts, Mounting the unknown for our own sakes! Think happy thoughts only, In the hall of shame! Send god a last plea, Before we leave, That no child shall smell her blood before she dies! Or wait until her folks sense the hung rope Right above the self-murder scene Cross your fingers, they'll see what we have foreseen! She used to cut her wrists before she dies- They say! Thought of suicide Oh, sweet suicide! Like the daub of red roses of pain, Sweetly hovering over her veins, Exhausted heart with needless beating. But our Sweet Romance band, They shouted for her, Tried to pull her away from the seas of misery. For her, and our sweet romance we shall march, Until we reach the sunset, Touch it with our voices! And we'll solute your vampires on our way, Mr Way! On the very last day of May, We sit in the lap of the sun To slay the conclusion of all sorrows! Oh, what the world owes... Me, You, Us! Oh, lovely suicide, Sweet vicious suicide Go fade to vapour And melt into nothing as we speak About vanishing you From our blackened skies... From dreams bloated with lies. And a farewell, kids like us... Like me, like you. And our dear Mr. Way! ----------------------------- Three The Sound of Peace Hot asphalt let rivers of wavering heat rise up in a steady stream [ adding fuel to the starting fire] A throng of sweating, slick, tired bodies, skin flushed red, hair sticking to the base of exposed throat, arm raised high, unsteady, shaking, relentless, hand grasping, closing around a cardboard sign of belief. "Hell no! we won`t go!" Limp garland of wilted daises perched on her head, tears welled up in her eyes, its been so long since she recieved a letter from him. "Make love, not war!" They pace in front of them, plastic shields glinting in the unforgiving downpour of sunlight, eyes narrowed, hands tightning around weapons of choice "nasty litte tree huggers" they mutter to one another "our boys goin` over there and fightin`and dyin` for their sorry asses". and internal war erupted. Chaos. screams. feet pouding pavement, signs defying goverment dropped in fear. Hands covering faces, backs and legs repeatedly beat even though they lay crumpled in a listless heap. Fire. fire?. smoke billowing, burning, blinding, whose who?. She stands up, lips swollen, eye blackened, faint scent of ganja clinging to the thin fabric of her ankle length skirt, feet dirtied as they stand in sandals, she lifts up her pale hand and lowers three fingers and seperates the first too. peace The bullet went through the seperated fingers and straight into her head. "All we are saying is give peace a chance." ---------------- Only 3 this week :] Rules. - PM your vote to me by Sunday 8th of June. - Do not vote more than once. - Do not tell anyone who you have voted for until after the competition or urge others to vote for a certain poem. - Don't vote for yourself. - Make sure you specify the poem you are voting for in your vote PM's. - Winner(s) and new contest put up on Sunday. |
Cherokee Banned ![]() Age: 29 Gender: Female Posts: 2300 | Hello everyone, Lovesick Melody. is busy today, therefore I will post the winners. Winners ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() If there are any mistakes, then let me know. I am so sorry if you don't like the banners! & Congratulations to the winners. This week's prompt will be posted by Lovesick Melody tomorrow. (Let's hope so.) |
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