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I've narrowed it down to my top favorites. They all stick out for different reasons but it is so hard to pick one. Please vote for your favorite finalist!!!
exclaim update 11/2 I've received word that some finalists are advertising for votes. This has always been a no-no in the past. People are supposed to go to this post and vote for their favorite poem without being told a specific number to vote for. It is unfair to other finalists who are respecting the traditions of the shop and not advertising.
I'll run the poll again for a day but if you see anyone advertising or if they asked you to vote then please notify Sirenz at once for D/Q.
#1
To fear, or not to fear: that is the question:
Peaceful mind or havoc in heart:
Could there be simpler an answer?
Blood’s no phenomena,
Nor is pain, tears, and sweat.
Yet the fear of a pinprick...
By any other name would sound as foolish.
Thou art no fool.
Yet thy commit to such fear
And bawl like a child.
Banish that child.
Banish such dreads.
Though I must confess:
Your fear’s shared.
But we must not cower:
For a needle is a needle.
Small pinch, little pain:
No need for toil and trouble;
For the fear will only double.
Why it is a finalist: I love how Infinity used Shakespearean lingo in her poem. It makes it sound like it was written in his time instead of the present! surprised <3
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#2
Come on darling, don't you cry,
The pain will fade, it's not a lie,
Cross your heart and hope to die,
Stick a needle in your eye.
Almost over, soon you'll fly,
To the clouds up in the sky,
On my honor you will die,
Stick a needle in your eye.
Now it's time to say goodbye,
Please do not question why,
Cross your heart and hope to die,
While I stick a needle in your eye.
Comments (optional): No fear of needles here.
Why it is a finalist: I like the old nursery rhyme "stick a needle in your eye" coming to play in this poem. It is really creative how she used it to describe how needles are nothing to fear.
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#3
I am but a p***k
under your skin,
chasing the Goat Flu away.
I am no more than a moment
of mild discomfort,
for an entire year of safety.
I am as a small guardian
sending messages through your veins,
to warn your body.
I am because you need me
to give you health,
and peace of mind.
I am there
when people cough or sneeze,
right in your face.
I am a fear in your mind
that you can beat,
I know you can.
I am a vaccine shot.
Why it is a finalist: I use to love writing "Who am I" poems that had the reader guessing what the poem was about until the end! It was refreshing to see one entered in the contest. The was great metaphors and allusion used too such as comparing the needle to a guardian sending messages in line 9!
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#4
Hey boy, there once was a tale
Spoken about an old haunted tree
Whose branches stretched from sky to sky
No no, don’t look that way eyes on me
What you cannot see you cannot fear
Anyways this tree would gobble up
Anything that flowed with blood
From the small blue jays willing to sing
To the foulest wolves with the sharpest teeth
Teeth, no I mean look cotton candy
What a treat!
What do you mean a bite its mine!
Well of course I’m not going to share I mean
Oh look the nurse is done!
Time to go!
Why it is a finalist: I thought this poem was really cute how they told a cool story to get Aich to think of something else while getting her shot. What a creative idea that no one else did in the contest. surprised
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#5
Poem: Frail and weak
Colours fade to harsh monotone
Pain electrifies your veins
A weary drowsiness is your blanket
The injection brought bliss
Tired and listless
Colours roar back to sick vividness
Your muscles burn
The pain ebbs to numbness
The injection brought salvation
You heal
Gain strength
And live
The injection saved your life
Why it is a finalist: This poem uses lots of awesome literary visuals to acquaint the reader of how it feels to get pricked by a needle. My favorite part is "Colours roar back to sick vividness" which relates back to the opening line.
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Welcome to Aichmophobia's Poetry Contest! Aich (the owner can name her whatever they want) has developed a terrible fear of needles after having multiple operations. She needs to get a shot to heal her of the Goat Flu that she has caught over the weekend. She does enjoy poetry so we have to write poems to convince her to get treated! surprised
Write a positive poem (any type, limit 100 words) about needles so Aich will understand that he doesn't need to fear them. Whoever writes the poem that helps Aich will win her! You must write the poem 100% yourself, no collabs. Entry is one per person!
Prize: Aich - colored by Ende
Ends: Saturday, October 31st at 7 pm CST
Form:
I've narrowed it down to my top favorites. They all stick out for different reasons but it is so hard to pick one. Please vote for your favorite finalist!!!
exclaim update 11/2 I've received word that some finalists are advertising for votes. This has always been a no-no in the past. People are supposed to go to this post and vote for their favorite poem without being told a specific number to vote for. It is unfair to other finalists who are respecting the traditions of the shop and not advertising.
I'll run the poll again for a day but if you see anyone advertising or if they asked you to vote then please notify Sirenz at once for D/Q.
#1
To fear, or not to fear: that is the question:
Peaceful mind or havoc in heart:
Could there be simpler an answer?
Blood’s no phenomena,
Nor is pain, tears, and sweat.
Yet the fear of a pinprick...
By any other name would sound as foolish.
Thou art no fool.
Yet thy commit to such fear
And bawl like a child.
Banish that child.
Banish such dreads.
Though I must confess:
Your fear’s shared.
But we must not cower:
For a needle is a needle.
Small pinch, little pain:
No need for toil and trouble;
For the fear will only double.
Why it is a finalist: I love how Infinity used Shakespearean lingo in her poem. It makes it sound like it was written in his time instead of the present! surprised <3
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#2
Come on darling, don't you cry,
The pain will fade, it's not a lie,
Cross your heart and hope to die,
Stick a needle in your eye.
Almost over, soon you'll fly,
To the clouds up in the sky,
On my honor you will die,
Stick a needle in your eye.
Now it's time to say goodbye,
Please do not question why,
Cross your heart and hope to die,
While I stick a needle in your eye.
Comments (optional): No fear of needles here.
Why it is a finalist: I like the old nursery rhyme "stick a needle in your eye" coming to play in this poem. It is really creative how she used it to describe how needles are nothing to fear.
============================================
#3
I am but a p***k
under your skin,
chasing the Goat Flu away.
I am no more than a moment
of mild discomfort,
for an entire year of safety.
I am as a small guardian
sending messages through your veins,
to warn your body.
I am because you need me
to give you health,
and peace of mind.
I am there
when people cough or sneeze,
right in your face.
I am a fear in your mind
that you can beat,
I know you can.
I am a vaccine shot.
Why it is a finalist: I use to love writing "Who am I" poems that had the reader guessing what the poem was about until the end! It was refreshing to see one entered in the contest. The was great metaphors and allusion used too such as comparing the needle to a guardian sending messages in line 9!
======================================
#4
Hey boy, there once was a tale
Spoken about an old haunted tree
Whose branches stretched from sky to sky
No no, don’t look that way eyes on me
What you cannot see you cannot fear
Anyways this tree would gobble up
Anything that flowed with blood
From the small blue jays willing to sing
To the foulest wolves with the sharpest teeth
Teeth, no I mean look cotton candy
What a treat!
What do you mean a bite its mine!
Well of course I’m not going to share I mean
Oh look the nurse is done!
Time to go!
Why it is a finalist: I thought this poem was really cute how they told a cool story to get Aich to think of something else while getting her shot. What a creative idea that no one else did in the contest. surprised
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#5
Poem: Frail and weak
Colours fade to harsh monotone
Pain electrifies your veins
A weary drowsiness is your blanket
The injection brought bliss
Tired and listless
Colours roar back to sick vividness
Your muscles burn
The pain ebbs to numbness
The injection brought salvation
You heal
Gain strength
And live
The injection saved your life
Why it is a finalist: This poem uses lots of awesome literary visuals to acquaint the reader of how it feels to get pricked by a needle. My favorite part is "Colours roar back to sick vividness" which relates back to the opening line.
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Welcome to Aichmophobia's Poetry Contest! Aich (the owner can name her whatever they want) has developed a terrible fear of needles after having multiple operations. She needs to get a shot to heal her of the Goat Flu that she has caught over the weekend. She does enjoy poetry so we have to write poems to convince her to get treated! surprised
Write a positive poem (any type, limit 100 words) about needles so Aich will understand that he doesn't need to fear them. Whoever writes the poem that helps Aich will win her! You must write the poem 100% yourself, no collabs. Entry is one per person!
Prize: Aich - colored by Ende
Ends: Saturday, October 31st at 7 pm CST
Form:
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Poem:
Comments (optional):
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