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I thought this might be a fun little thread. I am going to be holding a poetry contest that anyone can submit one poem to. The poems will than be judge by me, and awards given out.

Post and have fun.

The grand prize will be 3,000g and there will be other prizes as well.

The contest will be open for one week and each participant may submit one poem. After one week the contest will be closed for furthur submissions and the judging will be rendered one week from the final day the contest is open.

Please submit your poems on this thread and please refrain from making any nonsubmission comments on this thread.

Once when I was little,
Momma passed away.
I would cry to daddy,
And he would always say,
“Momma went to heaven.
The butterflies took her away.
She left at half-past seven,
Because she couldn’t stand to stay.
I know you really miss her,
And think that it’s unfair.
But she will always be here (in your heart)
And she will always care.”

“Does that means Mommy’s an angel?”
I’d ask quite often just to hear
Daddy tell me Momma always was
And that there was nothing to fear.
But no matter what he said to me,
One thing I always knew,
Was that Mommy was no longer here,
Trapped in heaven, born anew.

“Why did they take her Papa, and put her in that box of wood?
Was there anything I should have done?
Because if I could I would. . .”
But Daddy said to me, “Honey, there’s no one to blame, and guilt is never good.
She left because she was sick and couldn’t get better.”

So I wrote to her a letter,
One for every single day.
Promising her I’d find each butterfly,
That took her far away.
I promised that I’d rip out every wing and every leg,
Until they would start to scream and their souls began to beg.
And just as they start fading, I’ll whisper in their ear,
“Where’s this place called heaven?”
And the butterfly will sneer.

“It’s a place you’ll never reach,
And your Momma’s not there either.
She left because she didn’t love you,
She told me and it’s true.
You’ll never go an visit her,
She doesn’t want you there.
She died because she loathed you,
And she never ever cared.”

“It isn’t true it isn’t true!”
I’ll scream back as loud as I can.
I’ll squeeze my hand closed tight,
The orange wings crush and bend,
Like a broken paper heart,
I’m trying to defend.

I’ll sit beside a flower,
Tears streaming down my cheeks.
I’ll lean towards it and sob,
“How I hate this life so bleak.”
The flower will look at me and say
with a soft and shattered voice,
“She died because she loved you,
She didn’t have a choice.”
I’ll look at its pink petals,
Watering it with the rain drops from my eyes.
“It wasn’t my fault was it?
Why did Momma have to die?”

The flower will wrap its leaves around me,
And whisper in my ear,
“Honey how she loved you,
You have nothing to fear.
Nothing lasts forever,
Life is not a permanent state.
I know your heart is severed,
But your Momma met her fate.
I know how much you miss her,
And I know how much she cared.
But you have to remember,
That life’s not always fair.”

With that the flower dies with autumn,
Withering away.
But its kind words will have helped me,
To make it through another day.
Yet I shall get the butterflies,
Rip each wing and pray.
That I'll find this place called heaven,
And see Momma again some day.

somthing i thought up after shara

Don't tell me that you're falling if your feet are firmly planted,
Don't tell me that you love me if you can think of nothing but her kiss.

Don't tell me that you're sorry out of pity for my tears,
Don't tell me that you adore me,
When you adorn your heart with him.

Don't lead me to belive that I'm more than you ever wanted,
Don't lead me to burn on,
In a fire of betrayal and wanting.

Don't trip me up just as I'm starting to relearn to walk,
Don't push me from behind when I stand ready to fall.

I expected you to catch me,
When I fell into your arms,
Instead you stood me upright and turned away alarmed.

If you love me then please say so,
Cause I'm lost to what to do.

I can't make you happy,
If you can't tell me how,
So please just give me something,
Before my world turns into hell.

If you can see me,
why do you walk on by?
Can you see my pain?
Can you see it make me cry?
The only healing i need,
is a gentle open hand,
to take into my own,
and lead me from this land.

To take me up to heaven,
or someplace far away,
where people do not laugh,
at other peoples ways.
So quickly take me up there,
or gentle walk away,
for it hurts me even more,
when you just watch and stay.

When it comes to judging poety, I like to keep in mind the context and feeling of a poem at its poet as well as taking into account the spelking and grammatical mistooks. I don't care if you use words like ********, b***h, c**t, c**k, s**t, damn, hell, crap, whore, or any other "foul language," so long as it has purpose and meaning. After all, sometimes "fruit you" simply will not do when a "******** you" is required.

That being said, I read over each entry carefully and feel I have judged them to the best of my abilities. As stated before 1st place carries with it a prize of 3,000g, and 1st, 2nd and 3rd place winners will each recieve a reward that is a gaia manifestation of their victory; the charcoal, red, and tan sketchbooks respectively. Those who did not place will still recieve 100 tokens and 2 free pops at QCAD (if in fact they go).

Now, my rendering:

1st Place: ~Gin~Weasley~
2nd Place: valcan of the flame
3rd Place: Halloween_Orphan

Thank you to all those who put their souls out on the line to make this poety contest possible, and here is to next months contest! Don't worry, information about the QCAD GSA June Poetry Contest will be available the 1st of June.