Poetry Contest - Judging

Prompts?

...Never going to dance again...	23.5%	[ 28 ]
...I don't want to wake up...	37.8%	[ 45 ]
...Now it's getting fun...	38.7%	[ 46 ]
Total Votes:			[ 119 ]

[Enforcement755]

Hi everybody. Just to let you know I didn't write this specificaly for this contest. It just kinda fit, so I changed a little bit of the wording and voila.

[Lullaby Lover]

I'm in!!!!!!!!
Forever Alone
As I stare at my reflection, I see only an expressionless face.
The trees are unmoving and the birds are no where to be found.
Has time stopped? Am I to stay frozen forever?
What has happened to my home?
The sun is dull and the grass is dead. Everything is dead.
Have I wronged someone, and am now to live in this place? Or was it fate?
Am I to be reborn again and again only to witness the same boring thing?
What life is this?
All of my friends and family are gone, taking with them all of my memories.
Was I ever in a time of happiness, or have I always lived like this?
My spirit has long sense been gone.
Seperating from my body, slowly to deteriorate in heaven or hell.
Or is it in space as a cause of being thrown from it's home, which is now just an empty shell.
Why must I live in this damned place?
No one can hear my cries of misery.
Am I trapped in my own mind?
Being held captive, a prisoner, a misplaced spirit.
Am I asleep or awake?
If I wake up, I am not sure I really ever wanted to wake up.
Or will I sleep eternally?
Happy in my dreams...or continuing to wonder?
As I try to say something nothing comes out. I can only think.
Is everyone walking around freely, not to even notice my absence?
Or is this a bad dream that I have yet to awaken from.
Has my truly beloved God thrown me out of his life?
Why must it be me to endure this?
Was I born with a strong spirit that needs to be tested, or was it a struggler, to weak to survive?
I ask myself the same question over and over, but they are to never be answered.
Was I exiled from the Earth without my knowlege of knowing what I did?
I must have died and just didn't know where to go.
It's just unknown, I was forgotton.
Never to be heard of again, all traces of me lost forever.
Only to become erased from life itself.

[uraCodfish]

Stormy Curb:
Watch as your spirit fades
The clean bright aura transforms
The pain seeps from your eyes at last
I see and feel the thorns
They refuse to release you
The great powerful hold
Past haunting and scalding
You secrets now told
Drenched in pain and desparity
Eyes blinded by heated tears
I watch in horror
As you glare into the mirror
You step onto the curb
This storm begins to quake
This utter form of unhappiness
Is surely something fake
I won't let you go
Can't bear at the thought
But as you're drenched by the rain
I feel I am caught
Can't move, think, nor breathe
You whisper goodbye
Fade into the shadows
Your final goodbye

[Laiinny]

stressed

Broken

Legs broken and spread,
her head lolled back
as the ambulance shrieked a song:
She’s never
never
going to dance again.

Arms at her sides,
Her lips turned blue
and the doctors clicked their tongues saying,
she’s never
never
going to dance again.

Eyes rolled back,
blank and glassy,
her mother let out a saddened sigh:
She’s never
never
going to dance again.

Lips bruised and bloody,
parted in a sob.
Down the street the man at fault laughed:
She’s never
never
going to dance again.

[White Trash Queen]

Lady_Aethria

can one of the prompts be friends
or lies
or truth

No. I set them. Use them. :3

[White Trash Queen]

KristenzLover

This is awesome! I'm definently bein a part of this!

Excellent! I can't wait for your submission. <3

[White Trash Queen]

Keep them coming. :3 I wont be able to converse with you all that much considering I am nocturnal, but it's all good, right?

[Enforcement755]

I submitted on page 1

[Midnight Scribbling]

I want to enter!

RESERVED

[White Trash Queen]

KristenzLover

I submitted on page 1

I know...

[White Trash Queen]

Contestants....

...Need Contestants...

[Cybersecks in Binary]

"How Many" - a song

My blood is warm and the sky is blue
I got a tailwind pushin' to get me through
I got money in my pocket but it doesn't mean a thing
That isn't what seperates a pauper from a king

Your wealth and riches mean nothing in a war
The outstretched hands yearn for something more
You're a lonely soul without a candle to hold
To the shadows at your door seeking shelter from the cold

Sit atop your high horse where the air is thin
The city is in flames as you play your violin
A requiem for those who will soon be lost
This time they're the ones who will pay the cost

There's only so many hits that a man can take
Blood and scorched earth left in his wake
Clench your fists and find strength within
'cause the shell outside is wearing thin

[DarkBunnykins]

Daisies

In the brightest blues and darkest of nights

Written in the pale greys and the stark whites,

I make not a sound, as I watch in sight.

I sit hidden, dreaming of what, what is it that I dream of?

The sky is so blue, the sky above.

I watch the orange sunbursts around my

arms, braiding a lainyard of hopes and dreams that cannot be..

Hiding from the people with tricks up their sleeves..

I get down on my knees, and I say.. I pray,

oh how I say.. "Maybe one day, I'll lay with the daisies.."


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[White Trash Queen]

Cybersecks in Binary

"How Many" - a song

My blood is warm and the sky is blue
I got a tailwind pushin' to get me through
I got money in my pocket but it doesn't mean a thing
That isn't what seperates a pauper from a king

Your wealth and riches mean nothing in a war
The outstretched hands yearn for something more
You're a lonely soul without a candle to hold
To the shadows at your door seeking shelter from the cold

Sit atop your high horse where the air is thin
The city is in flames as you play your violin
A requiem for those who will soon be lost
This time they're the ones who will pay the cost

There's only so many hits that a man can take
Blood and scorched earth left in his wake
Clench your fists and find strength within
'cause the shell outside is wearing thin

Perhaps I am blind hon, but where is one of the prompts at? But it's an amazing poem.

[White Trash Queen]

DarkBunnykins

Daisies

In the brightest blues and darkest of nights

Written in the pale greys and the stark whites,

I make not a sound, as I watch in sight.

I sit hidden, dreaming of what, what is it that I dream of?

The sky is so blue, the sky above.

I watch the orange sunbursts around my

arms, braiding a lainyard of hopes and dreams that cannot be..

Hiding from the people with tricks up their sleeves..

I get down on my knees, and I say.. I pray,

oh how I say.. "Maybe one day, I'll lay with the daisies.."


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Same here hon, perhaps you could add one of the prompts...