Story type poems competition.

CLOSED.

thank you all for entering, i didn't get 15 reserved, but its coming up to a business time now with work, so i hada end it. although it was extended, all your poems, were mind blowing, i must say they showed great talent and i loved all the poems. but the winner is...

THE TASTELESS, the poem, stood out the most, and brought tears to my eyes.

you will recieve your comments over the next week or so x thank you all for the support

Now You're Gone

I see you've left, and gone away.
When again shall I see you?
You're one of the best friends I've ever had.
These are the memories I hold of you:

Arguing togther, over nothing at all,
next to each other in a history class.
I never dreamed I'd come to love,
The one whom I'd harrass.

Being together, those days in spring,
I never thought I was your "one,"
Speaking as best friends, staying together,
Spending a lifetime out in the sun.

Long summer days in a bowling alley,
Five dollars to cover the cost of the gift.
Silver jersey and wheeled sneakers on,
Dancing along to fast guitar riffs.

Leaning on my shoulder, telling a joke,
Accompanied by my mini-skirt's lace,
Stealing things and acting profoundly,
While music filled the place.

Long phone calls on a Thursday night,
Spent talking about nothing real.
My love for metaphors, your best friends,
And the ways that we both feel.

Propping your legs up onto mine,
Your cologne's scent still fills this air.
Sitting alone, talking ever so slowly,
Touching my face, clothes, and hair.

Before Christmas Break, I'd gotten my wish-
You were finally mine.
I spent ten vain days in happiness,
Before I realized, it wasn't our time.

Valentine's day spent thinking of you,
Taking over my Ozzy sunglasses,
Feelings of hope under red agony,
Writing love poems to break the masses.

Akward glances, our eyes would meet.
My name was spoken eventually,
Laughing off Fridays spent near you,
Those words were lies, essentially.

But now you've left, and gone away.
When again shall I see you?
One of the best friends I've ever had;
Those were the memories I'd held of you.

The dark maze that bleeds

I'm stuck in this dark maze
I'm began searching for a hit of the suns rays
i hear alot of screaming and pain
the screaming made me feel like i was going insane
i can feel thumbing like the constant beat of rain
i stand in one spot hoping for this dream to end
hoping that i can return home to my friends
i open my eyes and I'm able to see
the shining blood that surrounds me
i begin to freak looking for a way to be free
i finally see a path in this dark maze that bleeds
a path that does not scream
a path where the maze doesn't bleed
i go closer to it but the light just begins to flee
i try to follow it but its still kinda hard to see
all of a sudden I'm sweep away in a sea
i began to panic grasping to breathe
i can feel my life being pulled away from me
my spirit is flushed with anguish beyond belief
and then finally as i gave in I'm released
i can see now the sadness on the walls
i can hear a constant beat that doesn't stall
the blood that was on the wall sets the place
and the screams where just that my cries of pain
and the constant thumbing was my hearts beat
that light was my just an illusion to fool me
that light was my hope to leave
i was drowned in my own anguish and disbelief
i was set free from it when i gave in to this reality
this journey was a look inside my own body
inside the part that makes my heart beat
my heart and spirit was hurt which is quite a feat
i realize that all the pain i hold on to hurts me
it breaks me down mentally, emotionally and physically
you got to let go of the things that hurt you badly
so you won't end up like me
stuck in a dark maze that bleeds
with no hope of returning to a peaceful reality

Learning Lessons

I have learned that life,
Is never what it seems,
But, it's everything we want,
If we hold on to our dreams.

Sometimes the road is lonely,
This just helps us learn,
Sometimes the path seems crowded,
Reality harsh and stern.

This is where we find,
Just what we hold inside,
Life is like a roller coaster,
Winding crazy ride.

I've learned that if I hold on,
The downs are not so bad,
It's when I let that hatred in,
That darkness drives me mad.

I must pull myself away,
For a new day to begin,
Nothing good can come,
From that hatred held within.

I've learned that love, is not love
If it never hurts at all,
A baby bird can never fly,
If at first it does not fall.

The world is balance, good and bad,
That we can not change,
And nothing good can come from life,
If love is not exchanged.

I've seen regret, a shameless act,
No courage in the heart,
To learn that lesson and face that truth,
Is to paint a work of art.

Life is full of so much beauty,
Though ugliness does abound,
If we can not find it,
We refuse it to be found.

GOODBYE

It wasn't long ago when we met,
That day i will never forget.

It was a friendship that was meant to be,
Because no matter what you accepted me.

You were always there to dry my tears,
Always helping me to face my fears.

Your were always there to make me smile,
Even though I was just for a little while.

You are different and special in some kind of way,
Never giving a shit of what people say.

But that's why I love you, so very much,
Only cuz you always stand out from the bunch.

A friendship that must last forever,
A goodbye that should come, no never!

And then I received the news that I must leave,
A news that made me grieve.

And when I told you that soon we were going to be apart, it sadly broke your heart.

A day we wished that would never come,
But it was coming, we couldnt act dumb.

So we cherished our time,
By making up silly rhymes.

And then the day came where we had to say goodbye,
And all we could say was why?

You saw the tears fall down from my cheek,
And then you felt your knees getting weak.

I fell in your arms, and hugged you tight,
For darkness was the only thing that was in sight.

When I would see you again, I wasn't sure,
But I felt like a sickness that had no cure.

I whispered in your ear these gentle words,
And to your ears it sounded like a song from a bird.

-My friend its time for me to go,
And find another home.

I thank-you for your laughs, your smiles, your ears, but most importantly your friendship,
Something that must never break or rip.

But before i leave i must ask you one thing,
And please just listen, dont smile, dont sing.

Please dont forget me or our past,
Because in your mind it should always last.

For I shall be back one day,
And please dont forget these words i say.

I hugged you tight, and on your cheek i gave you a kiss,
So many memories i shall miss.

I walked away and climbed into the car,
Knowing that from you i was going really far.

A friendship that should never end,
To you all my love i will send.

These thoughts, these tears, these dreams, thers all for you.
And please let them stick to your heart like glue.

Goodbye for now, but not forever!!

"Confused & Abused [Part I]"

Here's a story of two girls...

One lost and "confused"
The other hurt and "abused"
Both looking for love to satisfy their pain
Waiting for sunshine to overcome the rain
They pass one another each day
Looking not speaking, fear of not knowing what to say
But one day confused finds courage...

Days become weeks and a month ends
Confused and abused have become the best of friends
They spend each day talking with laughter
Forgetting about the world, their lives of disaster
Their hearts are now experiencing joy and love
But it wont be long before their bitten by the reality bug

The home of abused is merely a home
Her father an alcoholic, her mother gone
Left to fend for herself with no other family to go to
Alone and afraid with no one to help her go through,
Trying to find something even if it's only a little clue...

As the days pass confused notices abused skin
Black and blue bruises not only out but within
Her smiles have become frowns and her laughter has ceased
Not knowing what to do, not wanting anyone to see
But confused shrugs it off as if she doesnt notice...

After days of no abused, confused pays a visit
Only to find a paper on the door saying one word: Evicted
Fear takes hold of her heart as she contemplates the situation
"Where did she go?" she cries out in desperation

I'll give it a go.

Fear's Comeuppance

Long twisted fingers stroking up and down your spine
His cold lips brushing against your ear, shivers arise
Dark brown eyes keep you entranced making you blind
Slowly his hand creeps down your leg then up your thigh.

Moaning he moves his mouth nibbling across your skin
You remain motionless, unable to breath, unable to stop
Feeling his breath on your neck makes your world spin
Outside you've surrendered, inside slides a teardrop.

Rough hands press down, you finally feel emotion: fear.
On top of you he stares deeply into your innocent eyes.
He leans foreword and speaks quietly but enough to hear:
"Nascentes mormur. Postatem obscuri lateris nescitis."

Twining his fingers in yours, there's no chance of rescue.
Trailing his long tongue down to your neck from your ear.
He bites above your heart, it threatens to burst from you
Looming above you he continues, but the end never nears.

Eternity seems to pass, yet the future still remains ahead
He lays down beside you and twirls a finger along your skin.
Emotion starts to choke you, inside you're filled with dread.
You yearn for comfort and love, but its only you and him.

He pulls you closer and though you hate him, you relax.
While crying on his chest, he gently smooths your hair.
He pulls you into his lap and your body quickly reacts.
You shudder violently, its all more than just a nightmare.

Trapped in the field of dreams you and him lay together.
A part of you loves him, and the other loathes his being.
Never can you leave, caged inside with him forever.
Constantly saying: "I wish I could only be dreaming."

Nascentes mormur. Postatem obscuri lateris nescitis.

From the moment we are born, we die.
You don't know the power of the darkside.

Brittney Schmelter

-Moral: You can never trust yourself. You can love your enemy. You can hate your love.

Keep them coming

Beautiful Funeral Poems

by Patrick Murphy

So i saw this phrase
Found it humorous
decided to write poems
about the latest funerals.

Men and women, gather around.
grieving and crying as the casket is brought round,
grandpa's and grandma's of all sorts,
bring distorted and colorful looks.
all dressed like penguins as you could see,
because the colors at funerals are black and white to be
even though there is always that one
that one redneck cousin,
who decides.. why not come to a funeral dressed like nothing?
its obvious he had a few drinks,
he had like 12 shots of whiskey
and 6 hits of weed
as for the rest of the funeral
most of it holds true,
but as they lower the casket, the lid pops open
sparks fly around the room,
whoopee cushions are blowing as guests are shocked too,
the priest has shock on his face,
because this funeral was a fake
it turned out...
the dead. was awake.

Charlie was sitting right there, next to the casket
dressed to scare.
so in the end i realize, how could a funeral be beautiful,
no way to really tell, but this day could of been hell.
seems like a harmless practical joke.
but it seems Charlie has angered all the folks.

Because even though he just meant laughs.

All the folks pretended Charlie was dead,
and left him in the casket without any breaths.

So how about this.. For a couple laughs.