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 Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2007 9:46 pm
The winners:
First Place: 13DarkAngel13
Second Place: Otulissa
Third Place: psychotic__Gal
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2007 9:51 pm
^^; Hope you like it.
La Barre De Demoiselles
The Maiden of Atitles,
the angels sing about her.
The village men turn their heads,
for many say her beauty,
oh her beauty is so surpassing,
that laying eyes on her virgin face is a sin.
The fairest of men has offered for her hand,
but only one captures her heart.
A sailor.
The men tell her he is nothing but a third class citizen.
They say he only has one love,
the sea.
they mock by saying,
the oceans treacherous waves kindles his untamed soul.
And yet again they offer for her hand,
but only one person captures her heart.
A sailor.
The men tell her she is too beautiful to be hung on him.
They tell her that her he doesn’t even pay attention to her.
They say she is too good for him.
And yet again they offer for her hand,
but only one person still captures her heart.
A sailor
The men say that the sailor is nothing but a harlot.
They say he is no good.
They tell her that her foolish fantasy with him will never last.
And still they ask for her hand,
but yet, only one person has her heart
A sailor.
The men grew weary of the young maiden,
They told her that the sailor was dead.
And yet they ask for her hand.
But even with her love lost,
her heart belonged to one person only.
A. Sailor.
Sorrow in her heart but in her eyes,
the maiden wades to the end of a rock in the middle of the sea.
She perches herself on top of it.
Feet cramped against her chest,
her eyes to the sky.
Even as her body is enveloped by the on coming tide,
her scarlet eyes never left the skies in hope that her sailor
would come down from the heavens and take her away.
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13DarkAngel13 Vice Captain
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13DarkAngel13 Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2007 10:01 pm
Here's another one that I thought I'd enter as well, not sure which I want judged though...
The Ruined Castle
There out of the earth where the grey mists are dreaming,
There out of the fog on the side of this hill,
My heart is faint and my eyes are streaming,
No opiate my longing may still.
For here, long ago, once dwelt my heart’s treasure
For here we two lived most enchantedly,
And here a great pain was doled out in full measure,
Hard by this sea.
Through these brutal dead weeds by this peat bog half evil,
Above this dark shore with the harsh pounding waves,
Girt round by a dark world still primeval,
Are scattered frozen and unmarked graves.
And here the pale trumpeting spirits still stir,
With ghost lights gleaming like strange silver bars,
Where they limn each tremendous and tall conifer
Beneath the stars.
These fallen black walls and pale rime-covered arches
Now home to the vermin that hide in the brakes,
While silently now come up from the marches
Colorless crayfish and wan wattled snakes.
Like the sharp blasts from the wind in the Winter
Each gust is a sword stroke I will not regret,
And each blast of the cold wind is sharp as a splinter,
Lest I forget.
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2007 12:06 am
ODE TO MY POPTART
Ode to my Poptart. So gooey inside,
Sprinkles of goodness in every bite.
Each morning I devour you--each evening, too!
Your crust is so crunchy
Your frosting--so fine.
Indeed it might happen: The toaster may catch fire,
Likewise dear poptart you will even be scorched
Nevertheless I'll gobble you up, and I'll go looking for a new toaster.
And while I'm out, I'll grab 9 more of the
Hot and chewy, excellent, and fantastic
Packs of the favored strawberry pastries.
When I get home I shall unpack the kitchen Aid toaster,
Hook it up, set the dial, and soon I shall have a massive mountain
Of the long awaited, sugar infested, sweet and delicious, Poptarts!
In fact it is true: ODE TO MY POPTART
Where would I be without you!?
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2007 12:09 am
OR: Remorse of a murderess
A tale treated as truth—
Fool believed.
Night.
Blade’s silver ledge.
His hard, bloodless face.
What have I done?
I wonder.
Congealed—
On my tarnished hands.
I realize not soon enough.
I leave.
His glassy eyes,
Mine I open
No one is there
He was never one
To let go.
Composure I can’t feel,
Repetition in its stead.
Reflections ricochet through my head.
One choice.
To Officer Lou
I tell it to.
He rolls his eyes,
A wild look at his friend.
A promise he can’t keep.
Clowns of blue.
To the Circus tent.
Trainers with briefcases,
Animals and their notepads.
Our ring leader in black,
Demands respect.
Me.
Their entertainment.
No lies this time ‘round.
The verdict.
“A place where she can be alone,”—
A woman with a heavy cross declares,
“She belongs in a home.”
Court is adjourned.
The wretched jacket is donned. which one to use...the insane murderous chick who killed her husband...or the silly one about poptarts....quite a decision.
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2007 5:53 pm
Fantasy Flight
Here in the midst of the hour of Midnight
Where fantasy and dreams take flight
Upon gilded wings you fly into a night sky
Watching as stars and comets go by
Up to the heavens so royal and blue
There in the light of love, is you
A golden smile lights up your face
We join hands here, this our space
You with your wings, me with mine
Fly off to our Fantasy Place in time
Oh how wonderful,the wind beneath our wings
As our bodies soar, and spirits sing
Gliding to a cloud, our hearts beat fast
Entwined here in each others wings at last
Softly landing on a billowy cloud of air
Running my fingers through your hair
Wishing to stay, Not wanting to go
But as Fantasies, All must end we know
So back to real world, no words are said
Waking up once again, in your own warm bed.
"Fin"
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13DarkAngel13 Vice Captain
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13DarkAngel13 Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2007 5:54 pm
I see me
I get out of the shower
and look at this face
I look at my face, pure and clean
It's in it's purest form
I stare at myself in the mirror
I analyze deeply,my vixen features
My brown hair, gently rolls down my shoulders
My brown eyes, so warm and inviting
They show the soul inside
My lips are pink and full
My face, oval, framed by my irresistible hair
I do this everyday, I stare at myself to see
if I'm okay
I do it to look at this person inside
I ask myself while staring into my own
eyes if I'm okay
I convince myself that I'm okay
and that I can make it
I hide my sorrow deep inside, behind
these eyes
Sometimes, I catch myself in a mirror and
I stare
Trying to find something familiar within
my face
I find pieces, I see this girl, she stares at me
compassionately
This girl, so willing to help, even at the cost of
hurting herself
This girl who's cried too many times
I tell myself that this is me and that I'm proud of this
I smile at myself in the mirror feeling confident
People have always told me that I was beautiful
I never saw it before until I looked in the mirror
I see this beautiful girl, the epitome of a goddess
I see love, compassion, hurt, sorrow dark and light
I see me, one whom many have pined for
I see me, one who has too many secrets
I see someone who doesn't give up
Someone who doesn't say "no"
I see a warrior, I see the goddess' daughter
I see a vixen, an adventurer
I see me
I look at me and say "I'm damn proud."
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 11:23 am
Autumn Leaves Fall on the Ground
You're swirling
with rainbow colors
as shiny as a full moon.
You're a swirling
heart-shaped butterfly,
as fragile as a glass cup,
you fall tenderly,
gingerly,
coloring my soft, green grass
with beauty.
You fall from your homes upon sugar oaks
as gentle as a mouse
scampering across a flower-filled field.
You hit the ground, crunching
crispily
upon me.
Rustle,
if you desire, making lovely music of
wind and water.
You are the mark
of autumn,
the symbol of harvest
as you flutter in sync with the
quivering breeze.
Your luster is tawdry and coarse,
since your life shall end soon.
Your joyous colors
soon turn
to a rustic, dirty brown...
A brown so plain
and so insignificant,
nobody pays heed to you any longer.
Do not seek revenge...
Do not seek pleasure.
For you will not succeed in revenge.
For you will not find the desired pleasure.
For you are autumn leaves.
Note: This poem was written when I was in third grade, so it may not be that good...
Childhood memories... Hmm...when I was in third grade I wrote tons of poems! But now, I hardly have the time!
Wait -- I will add one more stanza to this poem so I can enter it!
Okay, I will enter this one!
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2007 6:45 pm
Well, judging time has arrived! Cast your votes for those who entered! The entries are as follows: (Those who entered multiples didn't specify, so I'll choose, I suppose)
Otulissa
Autumn Leaves Fall on the Ground
You're swirling
with rainbow colors
as shiny as a full moon.
You're a swirling
heart-shaped butterfly,
as fragile as a glass cup,
you fall tenderly,
gingerly,
coloring my soft, green grass
with beauty.
You fall from your homes upon sugar oaks
as gentle as a mouse
scampering across a flower-filled field.
You hit the ground, crunching
crisply
upon me.
Rustle,
if you desire, making lovely music of
wind and water.
You are the mark
of autumn,
the symbol of harvest
as you flutter in sync with the
quivering breeze.
Your luster is tawdry and coarse,
since your life shall end soon.
Your joyous colors
soon turn
to a rustic, dirty brown...
A brown so plain
and so insignificant,
nobody pays heed to you any longer.
Do not seek revenge...
Do not seek pleasure.
For you will not succeed in revenge.
For you will not find the desired pleasure.
For you are autumn leaves.
13DarkAngel13
La Barre De Demoiselles
The Maiden of Atitles,
the angels sing about her.
The village men turn their heads,
for many say her beauty,
oh her beauty is so surpassing,
that laying eyes on her virgin face is a sin.
The fairest of men has offered for her hand,
but only one captures her heart.
A sailor.
The men tell her he is nothing but a third class citizen.
They say he only has one love,
the sea.
they mock by saying,
the oceans treacherous waves kindles his untamed soul.
And yet again they offer for her hand,
but only one person captures her heart.
A sailor.
The men tell her she is too beautiful to be hung on him.
They tell her that her he doesn’t even pay attention to her.
They say she is too good for him.
And yet again they offer for her hand,
but only one person still captures her heart.
A sailor
The men say that the sailor is nothing but a harlot.
They say he is no good.
They tell her that her foolish fantasy with him will never last.
And still they ask for her hand,
but yet, only one person has her heart
A sailor.
The men grew weary of the young maiden,
They told her that the sailor was dead.
And yet they ask for her hand.
But even with her love lost,
her heart belonged to one person only.
A. Sailor.
Sorrow in her heart but in her eyes,
the maiden wades to the end of a rock in the middle of the sea.
She perches herself on top of it.
Feet cramped against her chest,
her eyes to the sky.
Even as her body is enveloped by the on coming tide,
her scarlet eyes never left the skies in hope that her sailor
would come down from the heavens and take her away.
psychotic_Gal
Remorse of a murderess
A tale treated as truth—
Fool believed.
Night.
Blade’s silver ledge.
His hard, bloodless face.
What have I done?
I wonder.
Congealed—
On my tarnished hands.
I realize not soon enough.
I leave.
His glassy eyes,
Mine I open
No one is there
He was never one
To let go.
Composure I can’t feel,
Repetition in its stead.
Reflections ricochet through my head.
One choice.
To Officer Lou
I tell it to.
He rolls his eyes,
A wild look at his friend.
A promise he can’t keep.
Clowns of blue.
To the Circus tent.
Trainers with briefcases,
Animals and their notepads.
Our ring leader in black,
Demands respect.
Me.
Their entertainment.
No lies this time ‘round.
The verdict.
“A place where she can be alone,”—
A woman with a heavy cross declares,
“She belongs in a home.”
Court is adjourned.
The wretched jacket is donned.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 9:33 am
And judging is now ended. Congratulations to our winner, 13DarkAngel13!
I'll be sending out prizes to our contestants as soon as I lock this thread.
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13DarkAngel13 Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 8:38 pm
Congrats to all who entered! I can't believe that poem won ANYTHING...ever.... =) I'd just like to say I loved your poetry guys/gals. ^^; I'd love to see some more of it!
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2007 8:31 am
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