"The BEST of the BEST" Contest!!

RESULTS:

Many of you did a wonderful job. Then again, many got disqualified for simply not following directions. I had fun doing this contest with all of you.

Okay everyone, here are the final results:

1st Place: I R Jordannn; 69/70 points.

2nd place: Jess; 68/70 points.

3rd Place: Beautiful Chaos; 67/70 points.

Lizaveta: 53/70 points.

Mezmeryz: 53/70 points.

Italian Stallion: 63/70 points.

mRs SuNsHiiNe: 60/70 points.

The One Armed Boxer: 59/70 points.

Lonely Romeo: 64/70 points.

Lemma: 66/70 points.

firexdancerxgabriello: 65/70 points.

synh: 67/70 points.

xTheEcstasyofSuicidex: 59/70

DISQUALIFIED:

Britt: Not enough stanzas.

AblissfulDreamer: Not enough stanzas.

Noir: Not enough stanzas.

debbylyn: Not enough stanzas; More than one submission.

Polaroid: Not enough stanzas.

OurSilentRiotxx- Not enough stanzas.

Pete: Not enough stanzas.

sluvious: Cussing; Profanity.

Beyond Repair: No brief explanation.

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Thank all of you for participating! Rewards will be given by the end of this week. Great job to all!

~Ashley Ann

The past, the love, the memories.
(acrostic)

Time has passed, leaves have fallen,
Hearts are asunder, tears drop slowly.
Elusive love, is it still here, darling?

Pictures in my mind are still so vivid
Are they doing to blanch with time?
Seems our bliss used to have no limit
Two souls are now covered with rime

Time has passed, leaves have fallen,
Hearts are asunder, tears drop slowly.
Elusive love, is it still here, darling?

Lights of our happiness are turning off
Oh I can't hear birds singing our song
Violins don't sound like sounded before
Eternity soon has turned out to be gone

Time has passed, leaves have fallen,
Hearts are asunder, tears drop slowly.
Elusive love, is it still here, darling?

Million miles away from here you are
Even though you promised me forever,
Million miles has turned out to be too far.
Oh even though I remember your arms
Roses in my heart have started to wither
Is this in the sky a falling star?
Eh, I wish we could have been together
Seems though it is too late now.

i chose this poem because it means quite a lot to me. it seems to be a dot in the long-distance relationship i had. after moths of hope, miss, doubts, unsureness, mised feelings, pain, i realized i fell nothing but light nostalgy and a little regret. that's why this poem in which i expressed this nostalgy, is precious for me.

Do You Care Enough?
by Mezmeryz

There's a hurricane of questions breaking through my mind,
Because if I could open you up, what would I find?
Is our love a farce and are your words a lie?
Will you answer my questions or will you deny?

Why are you hiding, when I see you so clear?
Seeing you right or wrong? That's my only fear.
Don't you realise what you're doing to me?
Your making me doubt; because of my uncertainty.

I wonder so much and I need a reply,
Do you care enough? Do you even try?
Have I done wrong? Why are you turning away?
My heart weighs a tonne and my minds gone astray.

There are still those questions that I need to ask,
To show me you're real; not wearing a mask.
Do you care enough to tell me how you feel?
Do you care enough, to make me heal?

Do you care enough to always be there?
When I'm feeling like this, do you even care?
Do you care enough to hold my hand;
To show me you're here and with me you'll stand?

Do you care enough to even look back?
You're walking away and our love's losing track.
You don't even see what you're doing to me,
I was happy you were written in my destiny.

I hope it's hurting you just as much,
Hope you do the same; reach out and clutch,
Grab air; because you think you're so tough,
You can leave me, if you don't care enough.

*Hello, i have chosen this poem because i believe it is one of the most meaningful pieces i have written till date. this is because i was going through hell when i wrote it, but now i've learnt not to let such things hurt...

Forget

by Beyond Repair

Never forget my name, I want to burn it into you soul
I want to read it in your veins. I want you to ache at the sight
Of everything and anything cause it reminds you of me.
I want to burn me into your eyes so I'm all that you see.

I want every part of your brain to be soak in my memory.
I want your every thought to first begin with me.
I want every other word out of your little mouth
Have something to do with me, and not what your talking about.

Forget everything you ever knew,
Forget everything you once held true,
Forget everything that meant something to you,
And fill your every tissue every fiber with my being.
I want you to know what I am feeling.

This may be a shock to your senses,
But this is what I have to put up with.
This is a taste of what you put me through,
All the things you have no idea that you do.

I wish you knew half, of the spells that you cast.
Every shadow has your shape,
Every food has your taste.
You are my everything and there's no escape.
I just wish you could share the same fate.

Christmas In Heaven
by Italian Stallion

Through out the years
You've always cared
Brought family together
And never compared

Took people in
With open arms
Cared for them
As if they were yours

You were always smiling
Didn't matter what happened
You always warmed the room
With your happy smile

On this given Christmas day
Tears start to roll
As we say good-bye
To the one we loved

But, your love for all
Will never be forgotten
You will always be with us
In our souls and in our hearts

May you rise up
To the heavens above
Give your love
And watch down on all

© Copyright 2006 By: Italian Stallion

***I chose this poem since it has a lot of meaning behind it that many will never know. I wrote this poem as my grandmother was on the verge of dying. She didn't die, which I am very gratefull for. I love her so much. This poem relates to a lot of people and they can connect with it, and that's what I like about this poem; it is true and meaningfull to a lot of different people.***

Come into my World [Dreams into Reality]
by AblissfulDREAMER

Empty classroom causes her mind to leisurely drift
Thoughts so breathtaking tenderly melt her heart
There is a boy with eyes so strong and love so sweet
Always speaking those charming and modest words
Lifting her higher; footsteps kiss weightless clouds
Holding her effortlessly within his arms; protection
As they blissfully dance the wee hours of night away
Moon glistens gently in her eyes; declaration of love

Sneaking innocent kisses in the warm summer rain
Lost in his arms; warmed by a magnificent fireplace
These images so beautiful send her heart into frenzy
Endless days filled with love and nights with dreams
His undying love always alive in her passionate heart
Never is she to be alone with his presence always near
Young girl finally feels the comfort of infinite security
Overwhelming with love; heart finds the wings to fly

These tender images softly dance around in her mind
Meanwhile a delightful smile erupts on her silky lips
Just contemplating of how amazing they'd be together
Make her blush with pleasure revealing true happiness
No one treasures the love she eternally feels for him
Shoving it aside as merely just another immature crush
These feelings so wholesome and true; they can make it
The depth of her emotions reflect in her radiant eyes

Unexpectedly there's a light tapping on her shoulder
Slowly she opens her eyes; empty classroom in view
Before her stands a boy; eyes so strong, love so sweet
Anticipation in his eyes; alluring scent begins to tempt
"Ready to rush to class?" speaks words from his lips
As she gradually departs from her classroom chair
The beaming yet innocent smile on her lips reveals
If you truly believe; dreams can transform into reality

...I choose this because it expresses my deepest love for this person and brings to live my vividest of dreams.

Song of the Dinka

Walking past the red river of hate
Clasping hands await...
Moses to seperate the hate-(red)
to walk past the land of tolerance

Evil eye they call God
flogging our knees to prostate towards-
its folly- if only
they knew this black skin they call ugly--
was once their ancient mother's

My homeland is dying within,
to my chagrin
I cannot begin, my heart is as though pinned
I wish, I was but the lowly wind.

The North shall win, forever more--irate
I shall await, sadly
for the river to seperate, again
or die holding this paper and pen.

*I chose this because it really bears hatred, yet longing for the land the narrator once loved*

As Quiet River Runs (Licentia Rhyme)

While ancient stones carried with snow melt go by
Still my form did quiet starling's lonely cry
Gnarled log my canopy dimpled in the sun
Dreams captured the day as quiet river runs
Feathers of wind tickled my sleep, you are there
As you always were, hint of gold in your hair
On the bank I held you, kissed away your tears
As if forever held no place in our fears
Lazy slumber lingered with our warm embrace
On fragrant bed of Violets and Queen Anne's lace
You were laughing, we sent wishes to the sky
We never knew those seedlings carried our goodbye

Oh the Springtime, when our love had just begun
Recall memories as quiet river runs
Sleep has gone, love has flown, drifting in the breeze
Wild geese cry in sympathy above bare trees
Vernal chill invades this trembling shattered heart
Skeletal branches plead for another start
Quiet river swells, a melancholy song
Remainders of a feeling, now love has gone
Wild flower remnants lie dry beneath my feet
"Please return"- repeats in every anguished beat
Clouds aloft bring home what I cannot deny
Change has come as snowflakes dance in Winter sky

A walk into the void, what's left of you there
Can still close my eyes and see gold in your hair
Quiet river silent, waiting for the Spring
As I, for dandelion wishes to bring
Waiting for violets and lost starling's song
Willing you to this bank, back where you belong
To lie safe in my arms and feel the new grass
Feeling at home when you are with me at last
Our quiet river will flow soft as before
On to forever to be lonely no more
And we'll be laughing, watching clouds floating by
To see dreams and wishes we've cast to the sky

Even though this form is only 3 verses....it is a very long form because of the length of the lines and stanzas....
I chose this poem because it is an emotional poem about love and longing.....about memories and dreams of what can no longer be....

A whisper a word

You know when you give you love away
it opens your heart,
everything is new.
And you know time will always fine a way
to let your heart believe it's true.

You know love is everything you say;
a whisper, a word,
promises you give.
You feel it in the heartbeat of the day.
You know this is the way love is.

You know love may sometimes make you cry,
so let the tears go,
they will flow away,
for you know love will always let you fly
how far a heart can fly away!

You know when love's
shining in your eyes
it may be the stars
fallen from above.
And you know love
is with you when you rise,
for night and day belong to love.

I chose this poem because i feel it shows us the emotion of love and the way it leaves us.

POLAROID

Close To The Flame

I hurt too feel,
And feel too scream,
Open my mind,
To the darkness of dream.

Flames start to flicker,
And kiss at my skin,
Igniting a fire,
That burns me within.

I'm lost to the madness,
Embracing the flow,
The pleasure you feed me,
Is all that I know.

Devour me softly,
Suffer with want,
For all that I am,
Is all that you taunt.

My burning desire,
Fast beating heart,
My long starving soul,
Indeed every part.

I lustfully slumber,
Without any shame,
Far from the real world,
Close to the flame.

*I chose this poem because it is one of my favorite pieces.

Another Fallen Cry
by mRs SuNsHiiNe

This Juliet was bleeding,
Her soul's bright fire dim.
In a life of sorrows,
It was either sink or swim.

On the shore she saw him,
A Romeo, prince of the night.
Against all odds she reached out,
And turned from garnish light.

Then he pulled her from the tide,
Saved the dying maid.
She afraid to love him,
And yet by her side he stayed.

With blind faith she followed,
Into his shadow she fell.
Seduced by black and velvet,
Drunk of passion's spell.

A day spent long in bliss,
A moment meant so much.
And no more was this juliet,
Starved from love's sweet touch.

Then the darkness overcame,
In silence he left her there.
Never saw her tears fall,
Or heard her heartstrings tear.

Left alone in pain,
Once again she did bleed.
Shackled by other's power,
Longing to be freed.

Once again, yet time was short,
In twisted fate they met.
In shaded seconds spent together,
Yet no where did they get.

Again ripped apart by time,
And distance seals the fate.
Now all this Juliet feels,
Is pain, despair, and hate.

She cries without a tear shed,
She lives without a soul.
She curses the one she loves now,
For everything he stole.

'I love you' she did long to hear,
But these were words he never said.
And now this Juliet lays weeping,
And wishes she were dead.

**I CHOSE THIS POEM, BECAUSE IT IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE POEMS I'VE EVER WRITTEN IN MY LIFE**

Gift of Nothing

As stars delight the deepening night
When he lays him down to sleep
I wonder if I cross his mind
Or haunt his slumber deep

Do tears remain as patches
Wet on his pillowcase
I wonder if he cries for me
If my memory's been erased

As days fall into darkness
Alone through blackest night
I wonder if my kisses dwell
A bitter lost delight

Does silence echo emptiness
Where laughter used to fall
My voice forever absent
While he waits for me to call

Cold remains his empty heart
No love left there to see
Somehow I picture nothing
Which is all he gave to me

I chose this poem because it is about the anger over a relationship that never quite took off because of one-sided feelings......the bitter taste left after the break-up is done

You Cause Dizziness To Come In a New Form
by Our Silent Riot xx

:: [Past] ::
I can feel your fingertips shaking through my thin white cotton shirt. Can you feel me like I feel you? Or should I tempt my body to shake just a little bit more? And do your bones ache from pressing too deep, or should I hurt just as much, so we can somehow even this heartfelt score? "Baby, it's cold outside." Yes, my mouth tends to leap at the first chance to talk to you - even if it's only to state the obvious. Cause there isn't enough space to not be filled, and I'm feeling desperate to act completely oblivious. So satisfy the inner child in me, and talk just a bit too much - cause I'm getting restless, and I'll take the first chance I get.

:: [Present] ::
Hot. Cold. Hot. Cold.
The emotions running through this warped head of mine are switching back and forth, like a light switch you just can't get enough of. And quite frankly, I'm beginning to get dizzy on my feet ;; Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Can you hear that? Yes m'dear, that's the musical beat of my heart, and it sounds as if a riot is about to begin. Red. Oh, the color of my cheeks is lovely, isn't it? I guarantee it is - it's like ice cream on a hot day, which you never run out of.

My fingertips are deeply pressed into this letter that you wrote to me [very sloppy by the way], and my eyes are clouding over, making it quite difficult to see. The letter is criss-crossed with metaphors & 'I love you''s, which you sent to me on Valentine's Day no less. How cliche' can you get? So baby, I guess you can label us the prime example of cliche'.

Love. Then a crash and burn. [Speaking figuratively of course] ;;
And I can guess I never got the nerve to admit to you that you cause dizziness to come in a new form, and even a year later my mind still swirls around the words, "Baby, it's cold outside". Cause truly, I'm still praying you'll be there to keep me warm. Which you're not.

-- I chose this poem because it's the most honest poem I've ever written. It means the world to me, and it's quite possibly the proudest I've ever been over a poem. (:

Where My Love Lives [A Poet's Rememberance]
by Twisted Heart

In Spring mist morn My Love does roam
Upon the fields of daffodils
Among the blossoms of her home
She walks along the trail at will
With tender arms she does embrace
The warmth of love bestowed this day
Upon her hand a ring is placed
A crown of roses on her head lay

Sweet dawn of light that bid her well
With kisses from the morning breeze
That makes her heart and soul to swell
Then blankets her mind with ease
Up on the hill I see her there
Enchanted by the woodland elves
The fantasy of life to share
In spite of what they hold themselves

Her eye has caught the sight of me
Dipped sparkles catch the rays of sun
Across the meadow to me she flees
Pure beauty of her leaves me stunned
Spun gold of hair cascades her face
Beneath the brow her eyes do shine
Her lips the pout of woman's grace
With ease she does my heart entwine

Where now she folds into my arms
Her warmth so tender and so fair
Her love has placed on me a charm
Has caught my heart quite unaware
Where came my heart a broken pain
She caught it fast and held it true
And placed upon my soul a claim
Each second now to be renewed

Where comes My Love, that holds my heart
Within her soul with care it treads
Up to the moon lust, among the stars
That dance so freely in my head
Now coats the pain of solace days
Within the mist of dew that shifts
Sweet Meadow Maiden, with you I'll stay
Forever for you... my true love lives.

Whispers In The Dark
by Me (of course =D)

Just as my heart beats
It beats for you,
Should it stop just for a second,
It would stop for you.

A perfect picture,
Couldnt be clearer.
When all the words
Were lost.

There was you.

You; who,
Filled my every waking thought,
Kept me from sleep,
You; who,
Stole my heart,
And judged me worthy,
of holding your hand.

Now im here;
Speaking to you from afar,
Whispering in you ear,
Words you cannot hear.

This is it,
All it was,
Just whispers in the dark,
I hope you heard me.

I Love You.

well i chose this basicly because in my opinion it probably is one of my best and because this poem also means alot to me

A Final Prayer (Revised)by Lonely Romeo

A slow rolling tear
Fell down his cheek,
standing over her bed
he began to feel weak.

He couldn't believe it
No way this was true,
He couldn't live without her
He wouldn't know what to do.

He dropped to his knees
At the head of her bed,
Crying to the ceiling
He looked up and said,

"Why'd you do this god
Why'd you take her from me
I need her so much
Why can't you see?

It can't end this way
No, she can't die,
God please don't do this
I can't say goodbye

She can't go away
Not here, not now,
I'll do anything to keep her here
Please just tell me how

Take the life from me
Take my heart and soul,
God please bring her back
I don't care what the toll.

Take the blood from my veins
The breath from my chest,
She doesn't deserve this
Put me to rest."

Everyone held their breath
As she lies there slowly dying.
The only sound to be heard
Was of this teenage boy's crying

His tears crashed to the floor
As he barely made a stand,
He reached across her body
And gently held her hand.

As he wiped his eyes
He couldn't understand
Why'd this have to happen
Why'd it have to end?

She wasn't old at all
just barely fifteen,
her whole life ahead
her future unseen.

Again he fell to his knees
Not knowing what to say,
He held her hand tight
Not ready to give away.

Then they heard the monitor
Beep for the final time,
After that, all to be heard
Was a single flat line.

Letting her hand go
He softly kissed her cheek,
As more tears came to his eyes
He prayed they'd soon meet.

Although she is in heaven
Past the clouds and above,
They could deny him her body
But could not deny their love.

And when he gets to heaven
He will soon see
She will be waiting
To be together, Eternally

(C) 2005 Bryce Dressler

((This poem was actually written right before I turned 13 years old. I was 12 years old and it was when I learned a lot of things and my life had taken a turn for the worst. This was the very first poem I had ever written and by how much others had liked it made me realize that this was an amazing way to express myself.))

Someday We'll Know

Severed your ties as you head for the hills.
Instilled in your ideals is a life on your own.
Shown no remorse, pain, loss or contrite.
Despite having children that you've never known.

Three children show love that you've never returned.
Spurned our hearts in a way that we didn't deserve.
A nerve to speak of an upbringing you didn't partake.
Heartache, promotions, emotions you didn't observe.

Our formative years have long since gone past.
Aghast at the lengths of time you'd force us to wait.
Blatantly apparent that at us you're disdainful,
Painful in the knowledge of our anticipations abate.

Without you our lives are decidedly sour,
Our hopes are in session and about to adjourn.
Concern that someday we'll know to give up waiting.
Debating whether someday you'll ever return.

~Pete

*I picked this poem because it marked a turn in my perception towards my mother who decided to high heel it out of mine, and my siblings lives. This poem sparked a change of my attitude towards her. Deciding that I no longer care why she left. It was incredibly difficult for me to write this piece*

My Fictitious Perfect Valentines

Roses may be red,
And violets may be blue,
But inside I feel dead,
Because of the way that I've hurt you.

Birds may sing so sweetly,
And waves may lap the sand,
But nothing can replace the way,
I feel when you hold my hand.

You can say the words "I hate you,"
They make me love you even more,
They show to me that you still care,
Even though I walked out the door.

The kitchen knife may whisper its promise,
And I may still give in,
Take it across my milk white wrists,
And commit my final sin.

My makeup may be running,
And my tears may stain my face,
But all I know is that to fix this hole,
I have to get out of this place.

This day may come to a fateful end,
Or you may still be mine,
But you will know that this was not,
My fictitious perfect valentines.

* I chose to enter this piece because I actually cannot remember writing it. The hour or pain that I went through when I thought I was going to lose Jon is still a blur to me. When I say I don't remember I remember picking up the pen but after that everything until he called me back is a complete mush. It captures one of our less stable moments which are incredibly rare and that is why I decided to enter it. *

Master of Dreams

Like a puppet, swinging in a forgotten wind
my head nodding to his every word
you might say it's obsession, but it's not
my eyes are merely hypnotized
with every move of his blood-red tongue
the shadows that spill from his being.

Watching each and every movement
I reach out to touch his blackened face
my hands instantly burned by the ice
it was just his reflection
I feel a puff of air on my cheek
he had been standing behind me.

He laughs giddily at me
spinning me around on the hardened floor of winter
his face changing with each step
a god, then a monster, now him again
his hands branding themselves into my skin
like a fire, wild and untamed.

I can hear whispers, voices coming from the depths
he grins at me again, his face a skeleton mask
an army of the dead rises from his feet
crawling towards me, chasing me
I cannot run from beings that are faster than light
they scratch me with their rotting fingers.

Blood oozing down my body
his ecstatic expression to much to bear
one snap of his fingers and everything is gone
the pain, the skeletons, all dissappeared.
Now butterflies, fluttering around my head
torn wings bright with fragrant blood.

The intoxicating aroma just another temptation
yet nothing compared to his smile
as I try to utter one word, one syllable
his lips stopping my breath
my eyes flying open in shock at the taste
like the glistening salt of death.

His face once again a hollow mask,
as his sun cursed eyes stare into mine
a shiver running through my very soul
the monster he is wrapping around my mind
he tampers with my thoughts, my words
the master of my dreams.
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I chose this because it was during a period of my life when I felt so overwhelmed with all these emotions that I felt as if I was losing touch with my reality and myself. So I wrote the poem about that feeling of insanity, except I dove deeper into the emotion, expanding it. This isn't a very new poem, but it's not very old either, so everytime I read it I remember how I felt back then. That's my reason for entering it.

Beautiful Sunday

Blue skies watch as we lay below the trees
The grass so cool beneath you and me

A shimmering glint of sunlight swims through your eyes
I couldn't help but stare into them as the day passed us by

Your skin, sun kissed and dampened from the afternoon heat
Left my lips feeling tender and my soul oh so sweet

The tickle of your breath was enough to make me melt
It was the most beautiful sensation I have ever felt

That moment in time as our two souls became one
Was when my soul praised God for what He had done

And all these things I write because in fear, to you I cannot say
But I promise, my love, never to forget that one beautiful Sunday

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Okay, well, I wrote this poem after my ex dumped me. I still love him and of all the days I had the oppurtunity to spend with him, this was the day I valued the most and will always cherish. I remember every word he said, every breath he took and how sweet his kisses were.

I miss him.

Band Aids Are Only Temporary

They say getting back up is easier the third time.

It isn't.

I've found, with time, we're nothing but like that of a picture; a beautiful memory that once - with some objections - was something but is now only a wavering piece of paper that could just as easily disintegrate as it could catch on fire.

They told me if I didn't think too hard about it, I could easily convince myself it hadn't really happen. I once believe that line was for people who wanted to give up.

"Shhh, it's a secret," I once whispered into your hair which smelt strongly of chemicals.
But, (like everything else) that was probably a lie.
I'd never tell you a secret.

Like this picture we hold so delicately in our hands, it could so easily tear. From the chemicals departing from your hair I could easily say (with much detest) how weak you really are.

It's a gift, some say, to be ugly. A simple blessing to be
a burden, I would think. At least you would know they thought of you. It's like you could read minds . . .

(Could you read mine . . .?)
Such a trembling thought.

And over time, I've found we're like the sun on a one day trip; we grown just as he does he day, turning the brightest at the height of our day and growing dark when we're at lowest. It's nice to be symbolic, but who understands it anyways? You've grown. That's all that matters. You've grown and you've changed. You think it's for the better, but who would want to be so much like a picture that if you so much as get touched by an element of nature you either disintegrate or are reduced to a puddle of uselessness, no longer depicting anything.

Who would want to be so much like it that if you so much as apply a little force exerting in opposite directions, you separate your ways . . . all with one little bit of peer pressure. For shame.

You're nothing but a picture, a beautiful memory that once meant something, but now has no faulty meaning.
And then, with the figure that you have no faulty meaning, I remember what my parents had always told me: "Getting back up is easier the third time."

xTheEcstasyofSuicidex

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Explain why I choose this? That's like explaining why I wrote it. I just <did>. I choose it because it just <felt> right.
It's how I feel right now. I'm lost... and I'm trying to find myself.
I hope you like it.
It's my first submission in months.

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~Ashley Ann

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*huggles Britty-o*

Congrats everyon!

Congrats everyone :) Nice work!