Poetry Contest III // Poetic Forms [ENDED!]

[Vannak]

@poe. I'd like it very much if you were to delete that post you made. You obviously did not read a single page of my rules, or even the second half of the title. You aren't showing any respect for my contest. Please, you will not be graded, and I'd like your trash off out of my contest.

[Vannak]

Bump.

[cerenacat]

[~SecondChance~]

Heres a poem



Red is the color of this forsaken planet,
the fragrance of a rose on a thorny bush,
the stench of boiling blood in the midst of an ever-
growing cauldron,
the only love which I once had.

Red is the voice of cardinals which I never heard,
it is the color that I see and hear,
the burning ash of Hades,
and the smirking blood red sun.

Red is the blast that got me here,
the color that fills my eyes when I wake up,
the lonely feeling of despair,
I tasted and spat out the taste of the apple which he
and she ate.

Red is the hate which enemies share,
the loss after a battle-heart war,
the final loss of that last breath,
the loss of my life but the lone victory after death

[Chhaya Moon]

In the honor of fine poetry, I bump. I must.

[Renee the Rabid Squirrel]

Well, I like the idea - it's fresh and makes me think, so I'm entering - only one poem though, for I am cheap. xp

This poem has a meter that's 45455, with an ABCDD rhyme scheme. The stresses are iambic.


Stormy

A swift and deadly little kick
did knock the kitten from her doorstep watch.
She mewled and cried and carried on -
but heedless was the owner of the foot.
With every step, he left a trail of soot.

A crawl, a cringe, a curl inside
and kitten hid from dirty, savage feet.
A loud and dismal yawn from Bart;
His ceiling groans a dusty cloud above
as kitten, silent, dreams of lacking love.

[by_the_tail]

title: Darkness
-Haiku

Moonlight on velvet
Do they not see its beauty
Alone in the night

[Chhaya Moon]

Such lovely poetry!

[toaster mechanic]

Forward: I'm a poor little poet that needs niftier stuff. I also really enjoy comparing poetry with other people and thus improving my work from that experience. Hopefully that will happen in this situation. -Ani

Form: Though I know there have already been two or three Shakespearean sonnet submissions (mmm alliteration), this is one of the few ways that I am able to keep a rigid form. Obviously my two aspects are Iambic Pentameter.

subtitled life

the dull echoes of whispers in the background
of our conversation clutter my mind
and force words of incoherency, round
and empty, from these two lips so unkind.

your voice as you yell is a greyscale lore;
a black-and-white emotional treasure.
your voice as if a lost love pining for
what she knew could never be good for her.

i watch and smile. your words, foreign at
best, are teeming with such beautiful rage.
now i am unable to destroy that
which freed me from my own classical cage.

always seems like a film in the end
as our lives intertwining break the trend.

[toaster mechanic]

did this contest die? sweatdrop

[Vannak]

Yes well, I've updated the roster, so all current entrants are on it.

I'm proably going to print out a few enteries and scribble on them, and type them up, unless I forget/am lazy.

[Sylphi]

I'm not much good at all at form poems, and haven't had time lately to work on things which aren't, well, work. So I wrote a goth haiku about the destruction of our local club and the surrounding block of homes to make room for high-priced appartments. I hope the idea of goth haiku at least brings amusement.

Title: Manray
Form: Haiku, ABA rhyme


The black shed departs
Destroyed by your cruel backhoe
Autumn breaks our hearts.

[Renee the Rabid Squirrel]

Huzzah for more poems. biggrin

*now has a VERY amusing picture of some man violently screaming and destroying a shed with a garden hoe, even though it's a backhoe*

xd

[Sylphi]

Renee the Rabid Squirrel

Huzzah for more poems. biggrin

*now has a VERY amusing picture of some man violently screaming and destroying a shed with a garden hoe, even though it's a backhoe*

xd

While the goths look on, quietly weeping in the cornfield? ^_^

[Renee the Rabid Squirrel]

Actually, the first and primary vision was just me watching some guy angrily rip apart my old shed in my backyard that used to be a playhouse, that we stored our bikes in. xd Not quite as hilariously angsty as just weirdly amusing.