POETRY CHALLENGE ENTRIES

Congratulations to the winners, we had a great turnout this week!

Now, I'm handing the competition over to Cherokee for a little while since I'm very stuck with school.
She will post the new prompt and take it from there.
She will take the contest for a few weeks, I'm not sure how long.

So from now on, send all your entries and votes to Cherokee. Thanks guys! :]

Entries!

Number One

Its What You Dont Have

She isnt pretty.
she sure as hell aint perfect,
are legs are a little too long,
her breasts a little too small,
her eyes a little too narrow,
her smile a little too crooked.

but she`s beautiful.

Radiating from her like a violent cancer,
her words curl around strawberry lips,
they nip and they tease,
just like a breeze left unattented.


Her walk is a bit too slow,
her laugh just a little too loud

but every boy wants her.

They see the aura of a stained glow surrounding her,
the rays peaking and weaving like
thin threads on a threadbare needle.

Her shirt is the tiniest bit too tight,
her jeans too big,
maybe even her thighs aren`t creamy and skinny
but her smile.
My God.
that smile.

The sun turns her back in a huff,
digusted show of display,
how can one girls smile put her to shame?.


Its dangerous how ugly she could be,
its strange how better she is.

She tapped beneath her surface
and look what floated up,
just like bits of lonesome driftwood.

Confidence.

Number Two

Coin of Appearance

Inside, fluttering, amethyst butterflies
Cradle a gentle spirit that
Is melted into my upbeat heart.
Silently, they conduct a rhythmic
Presence to taste the nectar of my thoughts.

Surely this crust layered on top
That I reside in shelters those delicate angels.
Those of the sickly addiction to snicker
Mock this smock I conceal them with.

Crack the codes of the surface, and
I express the magnificence
Within my protective barrier.
I do not blend with mortality
And am bitten by devious natures.

For you friend, I wake. Capture the image
Of the sparkling cream churning in
My soul. Don’t choke on the dust of
Deceit, but breathe smooth strokes
Of my underlying beauty.

Number Three
It's like the ink has decided to divorce me,
And it's left me wordless, speechless, unable to write.
But I need to, I need to capture you on paper,
For film is inferior; it can never capture what you have.

You are so beautiful.
With your smile, you can light a thousand lamps,
With your eyes you can burn longer than all the suns.
But they'll never see it,
And secretly I'm glad,
I have you all to myself.

I want to write you down,
Dissect you into a million little ideas,
Identify, categorize, label you.
But I can't, ah, you have such an amazing mind,
I don't want to handle it lest I get my fingerprints all over it.

You are so beautiful.
I'm not jealous; Jealousy is for the proud,
I am merely happy just seeing you, letting you be the butterfly outside
Instead of inside the case.
I can be with you all day
And never think twice about the world.

You are an artist,
You capture and make everything twice as wonderful.
You make me see through those eyes of yours,
And the view is breathtaking.

I want to be part of your world.
I want to live in it, breathe in it, I want to be it,
Because I know I never will be beautiful enough for it anyway,
But it won't hurt to dream,
Even if all my dreams are imperfect compared to yours.

You are so beautiful.
O, but if your visage was
As beautiful as your mind,
The world would be dazzled
And would perhaps start spinning around you instead.

Let's just smile and say God
Didn't want that so he made you plain.
So that those who don't know you
Will never see and subsequently be amazed by you.

We'll sit back and you'll be as ignorant as ever,
But you are like my own sunshine,
You brighten up my day and help me see things right.
I guess I'm just luckier than everyone else.

You are so beautiful.
You know, I'm glad you're not externally as perfect,
That would taint all your beauty with vanity.
Nobody would ever see you for who you are,
And self-obsession leaves an ugly scar.

You are so beautiful,
And I think I love you more than I love myself.
But you'll never know it.


So draw, and smile again for me,
And silently wipe away all my suffering.

Number Four

Hidden Beauty

Splash, Splash, Splash
I hurled a stone at the water.
Disappointed!
Thwarted efforts to see a beautiful reflection...
Instead, I found my eyes scrutinizing a distorted image.
I was on the brink of tears,
Tears, you know why?
Because I could witness no beauty,
Beauty that is fragile and delicate.

One drop,
Two drops,
Three drops,
And then I halted.

What was I doing?
Beauty isnt a thing that people can see
Infact, it is to be felt,
Felt by the heart.
For a beholder, the outside may be everything
But for the imaginative, its all a hidden secret
That could only be discovered...

I wiped my tears,
I purged my thoughts,
I gave a smile to the water,
And this time, the beauty was caught.

Its then that my soul stopped aching,
Aching from the pain of disappointments,
Its then that real beauty was unveiled to me,
And it dampened all my resentments.

Impression is made by beauty,
But thats from inside, from the unrevealed.
Its called a misconception to believe the opposite,
Because in that way, your wounds could never be healed.

And now, whenever I look at the water,
It reflects back an ever more dignified image,
One that scintillates with grace and hope,
With beauty that is no more caged.

Number Five

Emotioanal Foundation

Falling from the outside
Steamed windows is what they pass
Though their view is blocked
By rarely fogged glass.

Scars and burns,
The paint job.
Soft and loved,
Stains the interior.

Glossed over, with liquid
Iris speaks for us all.
Nothing but a painting,
On a fairly blank wall.

A book cover, strong yet it can be hurt
Hides all the words you read.
As the sides of a cup,
Hide what you are drinking.

Weeping and crying
Is a cover-up, for
Emotional blemishes

Do not wear the make-up
For you’ll fade your true beauty.
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Rules.


- PM your vote to me by Tuesday 8th July 2008
- 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 Tuesday

You see guys? We mixed the whole dates up because of the expansions, but everything will be back on quack the week of the clean up.
So don't worry about the crazy dates, and I'm sorry about it.

But it's not fair!

But it's not fair!
Why did he have to go?
Those were the first words I spoke when he went.

My family were there,
At the funeral for him.
But I did not speak when it was over.

He is buried in my back garden now,
Sometimes I go and talk to him,
Tell him how much I loved him and miss him.

So now I have to go,
To the pet shop,
And buy another hamster like him.

Entry 1.

Its A Little Ironic

I dont remember.
but we were in kindergarden together.

Our parents became friends
somehow through the years,
meeting, smiling, stopping to talk
in the store together.

I would stand to the side and sulk.
I hated you.
I hated the cocky way you walked,
the 'I think i`m so badass' look on your face,
I hated the smirk you wore.
I never talked to you
but I hated you.


If I saw you,
I would walk the other way.

but.

That dance.
remember, it was at prom?

We danced every song together after that.
I turned down every smiling, sweating boy.

I just wanted to dance with you.

A year and a half passed.
Bliss.
Fire on my skin.
ecstasy.

Heartbreak.
The tears I cried over you.

I didnt see your face.
I couldnt hear your voice.
Nine months passed
and I became.
fleeting. listliss. shattered.

and then.

One phone call.

and look at us now.

My heart dances and stutters at the sight of you.
My breathing becomes static and incomplete.

just at the sight of you.

Look at where we started.

Look at where we could end.

Lets fall into the world
and see were coincidence will bring us again.

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Entry 2.

It's one of the best things that's happened.
Lo and behold; the only explanation is a coincidence.
You're a coincidence, hmm, it doesn't fit, it doesn't make sense,
really, how can something so amazing be reduced to just a spurt of randomness?

As I think about you I love you all the more.
Wherever you are. Whatever you're doing. I want you to know I love you.

Ranting and raving. That's what I'm doing. But, but, but
you're worth it all. You'll never accept it, but you are. Not just
once, twice, but a million times over. I just want you to
understand that, write it down, memorise it.


Remember, that even if we can't read each other, I will still be there for you.
Even if it means I have to walk a thousand miles.
Maybe you don't believe me,
Yeah, I barely believe myself either, but if I say it I will do it.

For what? for you. No ifs and buts and ands
A way, it's just a way to thank you.

Very much like someone I've always wanted but never head, that's what you are.
Oh it's unbelievable what you've done for me, like
Rain in the middle of a desert.
I don't feel so much pain anymore,
Thank you. And you've done it without conciously even meaning to.
Emapcipated me from it almost completely.

Coincidences, they're too many to be just.
Oh yes, there's more to them,
I know there is, just like there's more to you.
No more sixes and eights, I'm sticking to initials.
Carry on and you'll find me through a series of events.
I will be waiting at the end of the breadcrumbs,
Daring you to look beyond the symbols.
Endings will not be endings anymore;
No, I'll mark them as beginnings. The
'Chances' will not stop coming.
Engage with me in counting them,

X marks the spot and
Doomsday's never coming for me anyway.

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Entry 3.

The Reflected Portrait". :]

The mansion built of stubborn stone
That climbed onto this meadow’s steeple
Surrounds my presence and
Mixes sounds of whispers and remarks.

Its entrance is marked by charcoal bars
Seldom removed for strangers’ welcome.
The barren maze within tolerates but
Acrylic memoirs of the past.

One art of a previous, beautiful woman
Forcibly stays on the belligerent walls.
As I pace in the vision of the painted figure,
The tension quickly sets in.

The beating burrows drawn for her sight
Seem to hover behind my gullible assurance.
Whenever my intelligence slips away,
I spin ‘round and peer back at
The still being, lifeless and bearing fear.

The heavenly chandelier bestowing glory
Upon this picture lends no protection
To the forgotten stairs and vacant halls
But to a haunting lady to remember.

My mind escapes the image when I
Turn away to view the bitter
Door, owned by the ticking seconds,
That I’ve plotted to free.

A trumpeting alarm alerts this place.
A visiting voice walks through the area,
Admires around, gazes where
I am captured by chilling terror,
And then wanders a dim passage.

I glance back at the woman
I’ve pondered over for a fortnight.
Perhaps her curiosity is the same as mine.
Maybe she mimics my stance to
Learn and extract a response.

I’ve acquired much knowledge of
Her positions and movements,
But could it be a possibility
That her copying me is just a coincidence

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Entry 4.

A Mere Coincidence

Blink, Blink, Blink.

I trespassed your way,
You trespassed mine,
Then our fates converged to meet,
It was a prodigy, a plausible sign.

It seemed that we had landed,
In a quagmire.
Someone of us had to speak,
But we chose to remain quiet.
My eyes met with yours,
Placidly, we gazed.
The suppressed hush, The subdued wind,
All seemed amazed.

It was a mere coincidence,
And now we both treasure the day.
We could have chosen our paths,
But we preferred to stay.
It could have been love mixed with fallacy,
Or eternal bliss,
It could have been an ephemeral memory,
Or a lasting kiss.

One step,
Two steps,
Three steps.
Shudder!
I flickered, just like a candle.
For one moment,
Wanting to be in your arms.
Another,
Trying to say farewell.

In the end, it had to be my decision:
So I clutched your hand firm,
And headed for the hills.
The coincidence had transformed our lives,
And who knows, maybe, it was God's will.

It was a mere coincidence,
And now we both treasure the day.
We could have chosen our paths,
But we preferred to stay.
Stay,
Stay forever,
Till the universe lasts.

You embellished my life,
Adorned it with care.
You dazed me with your refulgence,
Sparkled the air.
We promised never to fluctuate,
And keep reciprocating the love,
Until it swells up like a mammoth,
From below and above.

Tick, Tick, Tick.

Time is no barrier, no impediment,
It can never come in between our love,
Since it was time,
Which brought us together,
Together,
And I hope this would last forever.

It was a mere coincidence,
And now we both treasure the day.
We could have chosen our paths
But we preferred to stay...

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Entry 5.

What a Coincidence

I see her,
You see her,
What a coincidence.

As if I never lived,
As if I'm as thin as air,
Like evanescence.

As if I'm a twin of a ghost,
As if I'm carrying a hoax,
Like you don't have permission,
To talk to an appirition.

You see, she left you all alone,
Not following the tone,
Of fake truth you say through your teeth.

She's smarter than you,
She's smarter than me,
Because I fell for your trick last week.

What a coincidence,
That like evanescence,
She vanished from you and me.

She won't believe what you say,
So your all alone today,
Just like me today,
What a coincidence.

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- PM your vote to me by Tuesday 8th June, 2008
- 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 Tuesday.

Sorry about the mixed up dates, and the expansion.

The winners!

One

in and out the lights fade across the room

he stands ready for glory ready to show them all
what it means to be there, what his talents told the world
it didn't matter who he was or who he loved -;
not to those people he was in for the long run
and when the bang called his name he dashed towards the fading light

one step, two steps, three steps
the weight on his shoulders grew heavier with each step
he could feel their watching eyes, their disapproval
ten steps, eleven steps, twelve steps
he had promised him that he'd do it for them

the fading lights started to grow brighter
the weight on his shoulders vanished into thin air
taking the rest of the steps in a zip of the moment
he dashed ahead of everyone else, and proved to them

the color of the sky wouldn't change anytime soon.

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Two

The Sweetest Gold is Bronze

They said we couldn’t
One out, two out
A slapdash team of alternates and barely made its
Tossed aside and tossed away
Adding injury to insult, twisted tendons spelled the end

“Not yet, don’t count us out yet.”

“No chance, no way, not with those greenhorns.”

“We won’t stop trying, don’t you count us out yet.”

Falls and fumbles, but we’re trying, don’t give up hope.

"Keep watching, you’ll see, we will do this."

And we did.
15.35
Sasha’s saving grace
Now we’re slaphappy high
Intoxicated by the sweetest of all nectars
Our ambrosia is victory with the taste of we told you so

They said we couldn’t
We said we can.
We said we will.
We did.

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Three

Proving My Dream

Remember when I was five
and I told you what I wanted to be when I 'Grew Up'?

You laughed softly,
eyes clouded with pity,
you told me in that moment, with that look,
that I would never make it.

I harbored my dream safely,
I tucked it neatly in the back of my mind,
only unfolding the corners of it
when I was in bed at night.

I would become.


The smell of the metal stands,
the same path that the greats before me had walken.

I was here.
I was home.

I was in the stadium you always told me I would never reach.

I stand by the window and look out to see what lays ahead.
I left you behind because you didnt believe.

Whose laughing now?
Who has the pity in their eyes?

I may fail. I may lose. I may not win gold and be number one.

But dont you see?
I`ve already won.

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I apologize for the lateness, I've been sick and haven't been able to get on INO.

Rules.

- PM your vote to me by Sunday 31st of August.
- 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.
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