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 Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 5:17 pm
Hey Guys. I've gotten a few messages about making a contest, so I decided to make the Second Contest. As You know, there are a variety of Artists on here, so I'm going to have to do different contests for everyone. THIS one is gonna be for my writers!!
Prize: 20K
Rules Below!
The theme will be YOURSELF.
Write AT LEAST 14 lines of poetry about yourself!
These MUST be original.
I will make sure none of them are plagiarized!
enter it in bold like wise...
don't judge this lol. i'm makin this up on the spot.
Man I'm so fresh
I dress the best
I dress better than the rest
Just ask how i dress.
I'm so fresh, ya aint gotta lie
I'm so hot like heat, I'm so fresh like fly
Man I'm so fresh
man I'm so clean
just look at me wit my 100 white tee
u aint gotta look
i just know ya hatin
ya hate too much, u go be wit satan
i just like that ya hatin on my shirt
dont it really make ya feel like dirt
username: Jerksofreshhhh
Title of work: I'm so Freshhhh
Grade I'd give Myself: F-
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 5:19 pm
(Does it have to be exactly 14 or can it be more?) yea. it can But at LEAST 14!
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 5:34 pm
NotesOnMyPiano (Does it have to be exactly 14 or can it be more?) yea. it can But at LEAST 14!
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 5:49 pm
Paint drips like blood from her hands,
and words fall from her lips.
They tell of beauty long forgotten,
and love that she will never find.
The caged lark struggles to find the voice
among the crowd of favored angels.
Always last to step from the shadows,
but first to see the treasured light.
She shines in their darkness,
and illuminates her lonely air.
Her body traces love in moonbeams,
but no one is there to see it.
Insanity beckons to her,
and her muses allow her to be free.
Wait until she finds her cage's key,
and then you will see her radiant light.
username: Notesonmypiano
Title of work: Caged Lark
Grade I'd give Myself: mmMm, I am thinking a B...or a B-
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 6:04 pm
Sweet little girl
Singing in the rain.
Dreaming of the day
Where she will be the star.
Shining bright in the sky
Will she ever get there?
Only time will tell.
So she stays in the rain,
Singing a song
About a girl whose dreams
Have come true.
No one can hear her though
She is alone on the ground,
Wishing she could soar high above all of them.
Username: Sweet Silent Death
Title of Work: Singing in the Rain
Grade I'd Give Myself: B or C
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 7:20 pm
I have no reason.
I have no rule.
Life has been ruined.
I have no friends.
Life has left a hole in my soul.
My soul is a fire dying out.
It has diminished.
It has taken all feeling away.
None realize what they have done.
Loneliness engulfs me.
It consumes my soul.
My soul is gone.
My life is gone.
I'm gone.
Username:deaths demonic shadow
Title:Life is Gone
Grade i'd give myself:F-
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 7:23 pm
Is it all worth it?
Or is it all for naught?
The many times I thrown a fit
The many times I've fought
I try to make amends
For the sorrow I have caused
But I can tell it'll never end
Until my life is paused
The many things I've done
The many things I've tossed
The many battle I have won
The many I have lost
I try to make amends
For the sorrow I have caused
But I can tell it'll never end
Until my life is paused
Username: ecopper12
Title of Work: Paused
Grade I'd give myself: Eh...B or C.
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 8:08 pm
I've lost myself in the splendor of life,
a bird finally set free,
I flew miles away.
I can never turn back,
I've gone too far,
so I fly on.
I'll find you and lure you in,
My eyes seem so innocent,
you have no idea.
Hold me tight,
I'll make you feel special
and you'll fall in love.
But you don't understand love,
its only an illusion,
its just a tool for my seduction.
I can never love,
I can only desire,
And I will never be satisfied.
So give me your love,
and I'll make you feel,
and you'll cry for more.
But don't you know,
that nothing lasts,
because I was born to be alone.
Username: Insane_ppl_rock
Title: The Bird
Grade I'd give myself: B
(PS I have an AllPoetry account where this poem is also posted so if this comes on Google, I promise its just my Poem site)
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 8:28 pm
I carry a weight strapped on my back
Yet I stand straight
Hold my head high
and I take steps
As small as they may be
I walk a little closer towards You
I will not fall on one knee
I know I'm stronger then that
And even through all the years of deceit, sorrow, and hate
I will not let You, or anyone else win
The voices from the sidelines
Proclaim that I am a soul not ment to make it
But here I am.
Living. Breathing.
And even with this massive weight that I shoulder
I know I'll make it to the end
I will not give up like You did
I guess what they say about mothers and daughters being the same was wrong
'Cause I'm still standing tall
Username: BreakingCharity
Title: Here I am
Grade I'd give myself: C (I just wrote this xD so I'm iffy about it but I like it)
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 6:12 am
And so I stand here,
On this hopeless road.
Watching as the clouds slowly pass me by.
There's no sound, only sight of death,
It's all around me, never fading,
As I step closer, it's mourning.
Singing a song you should not hear.
My hair is swirling in the wind.
Wind so cold to bear.
I keep walking, on this hopeless road,
Towards my newborn hope.
The mourning song starts sounding around me,
Like a deathly lullaby.
But I do know one:
I still am.
Username: Shadelight
Title: Nevermore.
Grade I'd give myself: D
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 7:36 am
There’s nothing I can do,
No were to turn,
It’s a very serious matter,
But no ones there, no one cares.
Hurt, crushed, Beaten to the ground, falling falling down.
So Alone, I’m falling apart.
Torn to piece, ripped to shreds.
Bit by Bit I die.
*drip drip* as my tears fall.
*stomp stomp* as they come towards me.
A cold wind of hate flew past my face.
Locked doors, no key to freedom,
I’m sick of it, chocking, spluttering, chucking up.
Tugged, thrown, pushed to the floor.
Cold Salty tears dripping from my eyes of sorrow.
I can’t take it no more, no friends, no help, no one understands.
Hanging sounds nice, a rope round my neck, lifting me up high, they can’t reach me now.
Or what about stabbing, I have a kitchen full of sharp knives, I could choose my mums favorite, she likes it when I use her stuff, she likes it when I share.
I might as well, life's not worth living.
Breathing my last breath, it hurts so much.
My heart beat slowing down, Pale face, White eyes.
It’s getting tighter.
No were to run, No were to hide.
Finally its over, finally it’s ended.
Bye username: Promisebeth Title: My suicide note grade i'd give myself: C+ This was my english poem i did in year 8. I have been bullied but this is very over exaggerated. This is not a real suicide note so please no one get upset - like my mum did when she found it! It maybe on a bullying website somewhere but i very much doubt that - all the english poems got sent off into a competition to be in book - i didn't win.
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 8:06 am
ok im not really good at writing poem lol so laughing is ok.
if it is a hero you need
ill be your hero for free
police are nothing
compared to me
if it is an imagination you need
mine is broader than the sky
i use stars as plates
and put clouds in a pan to fry
you want to know who i admire
but my answer will only be
but is that really what you desire?
my attention span is not what is used to be
but ill see what i can do
michael jordan once interested me
but then he was not so interesting
wait ive finally remembered
but that conversation has already ended
username: Hippo-loves-me
Title of work: About Me
Grade: C
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 8:41 am
Standing tall I look over my peers
pondering how I've used my years.
Few they may have come to be yet
but is there anything I've come to regret?
In short of four years new people I've met.
Some it seems have their was firmly set.
Speaking into a future present or past.
Show how the connection of my friends might be vast.
Through rich or poor ........
((I'm still editing this poem ))
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 9:25 am
I sit here
Behind my screen
Paralyzed with fear
Though I can't be seen
My hands shake with fright
As my fingers touch the keys
I begin to write
And I feel it in my knees
But it starts to flow
Quiet and calm
Drifting like snow
In a corner of the lawn
The words come together
And form a phrase
I already feel better
And come out of my haze
The fear is gone somehow
I know it's alright
And I know now:
I'm with people who write
Username: LostDandelion
Title: I Know Now
Grade: C, because it's about me writing and not really about me @_@'
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 9:59 am
Into the darkness I dive
My mind working like a hive
Into the emptiness I walk
There for anyone to stalk
The nostalgia for happines burns
As the wheel in my mind turns
All lies shall arise
On the surface they shall disperce
Weaving through scraps of thought, pulling back the wraps
Revealing the ruse in my beloved muse
The cowardness in his heroicness
The betrayal in his devouted hail
Into the darkness I dive
Willingly berriying myself alive
As my wall cruumble
The death of the believing me, the humble
The slumber deamon within awakes
Because of my heart's shudders and shakes
Vengence is now my true belief
Beware you conniving thief!
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