Final Fanfare: Poetry Only; WINNERS POSTED!

[bohemian_lover_boy]

Aw, Richard, Kiria & Ishy, you make me feel special. heart You are all required to PM me with your email/facebook if you haven't already sent me a PM asking for mine.

[bohemian_lover_boy]

Adimurti

bohemian_lover_boy

Adimurti

bohemian_lover_boy

Adimurti

Or, just thinking outloud here, you could keep in touch? Haha.

But that still fails to export you to the states!

You could come here? >.<

Hopefully someday! heart

Yes! I'll even talk all British like. Ey up, what's this? Spam and egg butties? Bloody hell! xp heart

And I can speak all American, namely "Picksburghese". Watch yinz doin'? I love them Picksburgh Stillers, jag-off!

[bohemian_lover_boy]

And, so, goodnight, Gaia. I probably won't be on until Monday or Tuesday. Leave me poems. Preferably good ones.

[calviness]

rumirumirumirumi

neutral That's a rarely questioned assumption about art in general.

Technically it stems from a school of literary criticism - you know, the whole "author is dead" thing...

Also, I want phkitsume to post - I could learn more jargon/weird words! (maybe... hopefully?)

Also, BLB, you always know how to drag all the old semi-retired regulars out. Including me. I think I can manage one last poem of awesome challengeness before you head out.

[Affront]

Might as well try! Here's my Poem.~

"Perfection"

If only people could meet eye to eye, love each other for who they are.
Not one person on this earth could ever be perfect, or be exactly what you want them to be.
If you could see that, then maybe you'd accept the real me...
I believe that you could accept it, but all you do is push me far.

No matter what you may say or do to me, I'll always see you as being perfect.
I only wish for you to be happy with who I am..
You lie about what you feel and I know it's a scam.
Try and try is all I do, but all you could do is nothing but edict.

Please, love me for me
Not because of my cute qualities.
You just make me feel like one of your old trophies..
Don't tell me who to be.

[bohemian_lover_boy]

Here's a suggestion for you guys: take a look at the following link to my Challenge Hall of Fame to get an idea of what I like and further your poetic education as well. I'm going to add this to the first page as well...

Bohemian's Challenge: Hall of Fame

[bohemian_lover_boy]

calviness

rumirumirumirumi

neutral That's a rarely questioned assumption about art in general.

Technically it stems from a school of literary criticism - you know, the whole "author is dead" thing...

Also, I want phkitsume to post - I could learn more jargon/weird words! (maybe... hopefully?)

Also, BLB, you always know how to drag all the old semi-retired regulars out. Including me. I think I can manage one last poem of awesome challengeness before you head out.

Huzzah! heart

[bohemian_lover_boy]

Prizes are going to be Gold + Good/Expensive Items.

[bohemian_lover_boy]

Check out the Rules post on the first page for some new Tips, too.

[Intrinsic Delirium]

Figured I'd submit one.

"Faceless Consummation"

Ways that follow into me,
Soul forking impatiently,
Questioning that of whom I wish to be,
A feigned promise to set this cage free,
Bouts of hollowed serenity,
Infecting thoughts that leech seductively,
Curse that rapes my childish destiny,
From my false hope I am forced to see.

Travesty!
A rioting sound,
My passionate light on merry-go-round,
Natural innocence submerged to beneath ground,
Heart emptied limitation,
Coiled fascination,
Masochistic laceration,
Boldly howling rancid contamination.

Ways that follow into me,
Soul forking impatiently,
Questioning that of whom I wish to be,
A feigned promise to set this cage free,
Bouts of hollowed serenity,
Infecting thoughts that leech seductively,
Curse that rapes my childish destiny,
From my false hope I am forced to see.

Solemnity!
Purpose on edge its time to leave,
Denial of this game called make believe,
Proof once misconceived,
Careless hindrances we breath,
World of domination,
Acts of humiliation,
Mental defeat across my imitation,
Rise my faceless consummation!

Ways that follow into me,
Soul forking impatiently,
Questioning that of whom I wish to be,
A feigned promise to set this cage free,
Bouts of hollowed serenity,
Infecting thoughts that leech seductively,
Curse that rapes my childish destiny,
From my false hope I am forced to see.

[Lovers Never Tell]

I feel as if this is lacking talent. =/

I'll enter just for you, though. <3 Give the others something to go up against. ;]

[Vixen Rose Whip]

This is also in my DeviantArt gallery.

"I, The Clock"


“Tick tock, tick tock,”
say I, the clock,
feeling unnoticed
on the wall
as everyone gazes,
not at me,
but at their cell phone.

Forgetting me.
Leaving me
to feel inadequate.
Obsolete.
“Tick tock, tick tock.”
No one even cares
for my skinny hands
which move for your benefit
and yours alone.

You glance at the tiny
technological time-teller
on your nightstand,
a miracle only in that it tells you
straight forward
that it is 8:07 PM.
Taking out the
guesswork.
Removing a need for any real
knowledge.

“Tick tock, tick tock.”
I remind you that I’m here.
Because when your cell phone
dies,
and the power
from your outlet
dies
in a blackout,
I,
and my skinny hands,
and lithium battery,
will tell you
all you need to
know.

Who is laughing now?
Mr. Cellular Phone,
Mr. Digital Clock?
Me.
The one whose hands
reveal the future.
“Tick tock,”
ha ha.

[Sara Sams]

i'm up for this smile

[Broken_Doll_Of_Roses]

Okay! My entry! <3 I had fun writing one about my character! <3
"Kyouryoku"

I'm all alone, never to see light.
I live in a tomb, encased for all life.
These bruises and scars; some not to be seen,
Are past history of the warrior I've been.

I'm always so scared, all hope is long dead.
Finally a daylight breaks and I raise my head.

I've found a new light,
To help pull me through,
I never knew I meant so much to you.

This new hope I've found will never last,
But I'll bask in the sun while the dark creeps up fast.

For now you see why I never fight,

Light is a trick,
An illusion of the eye.
The only one you rely on is you,
Not I.

It is what sets us apart,
I can see no hope,
I've been alone,
I've learned to cope.

But you have not,

So I guess this is goodbye.
I've given up telling all lies.

Because of your light,
So shiny and new,
You've missed the danger,
Right in front of you.

I hold no prisoners,
I take no names.
I've come to see the men I've slain.

I am the danger to you my friend.

I hold fast and never let go.
It's quite a fun trick,
Being the darkness you know.

I live for the night,
To kill and to feast,
On the blood of the heroes,
That come to save this beast.

[Sillybookworm]

It's pretty short, but here's mine:


The Real Me floats
above,
sentinel, sentient.
It is unchained, but remains
tethered
to that earthly body
which makes up The Reality,
rooted in dirt
and darkness.
Real Me is free within me,
yet I cannot but wish
to discard –
kick aside viciously –
the Things that keep me
chained
and broken.