These prizes are furnished by yours truly. I will post a poem below, but it is just to inspire--it is not an entry.
NOTE: This is NOT a first-come, first-serve competition. I will select my 10 favorites to be eligible for prizes. Those poems will be put in the next post. however, while the poll will only be on my favorite 10, I will critique anything you post for the challenge.
Open until: October 11
Selection begins: October 12
Poll opens: October 13
Poll closes: Halloween
Prizes awarded: Once poll closes and winner is determined.
If you have any questions please pm me.
RULES: Follow Gaia ToS, poems only, off-topic poems will be ignored, any inappropriate comments will be blocked. No restrictions to length or style but BE REASONABLE.
In this post, eventually, I will post the contestants' work. For now, this is for inspiration. A poem I wrote.
My nightmare of steel and sorrow
Exploded onto the skyline of New York City.
Three thousand stories of ash-reduced hearts
And skeletons of cinder…why?
Three thousand seconds of stillness and silence
And they will never return home to eat dinner again.
Three thousand faces that will never smile
Upon their children again.
People think there are reasons for everything.
the explosion was the birth
of a new era, one where our dictator
this was a calling to grab a shovel
And unearth our anger rather than bury it
there is a new kind of person being born
somewhere in the universe, creation
of some alien divinity, and when we see them
we will laugh because they have skin that's a different color
and they speak only their own language
and they pray only to their own God.
the Earth is cracking open and letting us fall through,
so that maybe we will learn to stand up again.
it was the question of a sin forgotten.
But maybe that explosion was the violent lullaby
Too many were sung as children.
This song tells them to hate, and to grow up holding a gun
Instead of loving a doll. The lullaby of a crazy, molten heart
And we fight for it, we lose, we drag ourselves across minefields for it,
we fall in love with the insanity and pain, and scream as we find
we have lost again.
And then in the silence, the drowned, the burned, the broken
Speak to us in their voices of wizened pain, those who remember it
As we never let ourselves forget, no hate but in fear:
into the madness of war. Dank fields of blood-soaked earth,
no sound, no sound, not in words but the last echo of the fall.
into the Memorial to sweep away the knived faces of hatred.
into tomorrow, where they refuse to fall in love
and instead wait for the rain to wash away the day before
into reflections of the world where we thought we were so damn fearless.
—all gone! And some will never see it again.
…but I know it.
I was there, cowering under my bed praying for my daddy to come home
I was there, listening to the rattling of nerves as the collapse shook the earth
I was there, watching the smoke rise from the ashes.
I was there, a place I was never meant to be.
If it is all I do in life, I swear to do it—
to wake up one day unafraid.
But some of us have already woken up, their bodies of sleeping volcanoes
rocked awake, until they see past their bodies
past the magma of their blood, into the burning of their white-hot souls
Humans are screaming,
Screaming “Mother! Mother!”
What is happening?
I see them running
over each other
Through the crowds, through the mess and
through the dust and through
My human is crying,
Sobbing her eyes out
As the smoke burns them
It stings my eyes too.
My slit-like pupils expand
To see through the dark
My human! She’s trapped!
Under piles of rock
Useless to try to lift
It, I’m just a cat
After all, no strength
To save her, to save
My human, who feeds me and,
And pets me and loves
me no matter what, she
loves me. I can’t save
her, I can’t save her and
so I’ll stay with her
As long as she needs
Me to. I love her.
So I will stay with her, my
Human who is hurt
On this awful day.
Sat in the car,,
Stroking my cat,
A few meters from the towers,
Planes flew over mummies car,
And crashed into a tower,
The smoke filled my lungs,
Fo I couldn’t breath,
Mum honked her horn,
Reversed then screamed,
Another plane was on its way,
Crashing into another tower,
I slowed stroking my cat,
For I felt like dying,
Then mum turned the car around,
And sped through traffic,
Soon we where home,
And I was being nursed by my doctor,
I could breath again,
But soon on tv,
Something extrodenary I see,
The tower toppled over,
I screamed I cried,
For my big brother,
Was in that tower,
He might be dead,
I wailed I shrieked,
And ran out the door,
Mum screamed no,
And ran two and fro,
The doctor just shrugged and walked away,
For that day,
When I was 4,
Brother had disappeared,
Under the rubble,
Never to be seen again.
But with my cat,
Well that’s another story,
Because he almost saved my brother,
But died next to him instead.