Contest

Hello everyone. I agree with everyone else that there never seems to be any contests going like there used to be. So I am going to try and challenge all of you and I hope that you will do the same in return.

I would like you to write a poem based off the Title "Treacherous Ground" I don't want a love poem, I want something imaginative like you are reading a story that has you on the edge of your seat.

Due date: April 1st
Prize: 10 votes on your poems/ 3 comments
please no foul language.

Have fun everyone and I hope this will open the door to more contests on the site!

I will try but can not make any promises. Lol. But will try. :)

That sounds fun I think I'll try, :).

Hmmmmm.... I'll give it a shot!!:)

I can't wait to see what you guys come up with!

1. Does it have to be titled "Treacherous Ground," or can it be just any title but tagged along that main title?

2. Where do I send my poem?

Treacherous Ground has to be the title, and you can post your poem right here on this forum! Thanks for asking!

Treacherous Ground

Hiding behind the door
of shame and self-pity,
he peered out through the
little split on the hinge part
of the cracked door.
Leaves fell at will,
as Autumn set loose,
wind-driven, they rolled over
like tumbleweeds.

The beautiful sceneries:
Swoosh, swoosh---
the roadside river sang;
whoosh, whoosh, whiz, whiz,
the wind-driven leaves cried!

The colorful sceneries:
Hickory, Maple, Sassafras, and
Yellow Poplar, dropped their
radiant yellows and oranges.
Patches of red
on chlorophyll-green leaves.

The enchanting road beckoned,
the grace of the weather---So inviting!
But he dared not step one foot outside;
this path he's taken once before
and it was slippery, and
soiled with tears and sweat.

After contemplating for some time,
no longer could he feel the dread,
for starring at his plight for so long
has boosted confidence from within
and without premonition,
he really didn't know, he....

(launched)

"Did I just...? Wait, a minute,
how did I get here?"
Already, he was in the middle
of the path of withered,
multi-colored leaves.
Someone must have pushed him
there, his thoughts tumbled
vigorously in his head.

He turned back, but alas!
The door behind which he once hid
was now very far behind him.
No retreat possible,
surrendering seems impossible,
he's got to finish what he started.

With courage and a bit of anticipation,
he moved on.
Finally, he reached a sign post,
on it was written, "You've made it!"

With a deep sigh he muttered,
"What a delusive path,
had I quit and not try, I would
never make it this far."
It was nothing but deception---
a treacherous ground!

Dare to step out of your comfort zone
and cease cowering behind the door
of shame and self-pity
because you fell on your first try.
Confidence from within
will launch you out onto
the path, seemingly rough,
and perilous to behold,
if you'll just face your plight
and stare it straight on in the eyes!

I loved the direction that you took with this. And I could visualize every stanza. Great job and thanks for entering!

Here's my try :)

Treacherous Ground

The floor boards creak
Under my bare feet
As I walk through this burned room
Ashes and embers scattered over the floor
It is likely you'll assume
That the flames burst through the door-
You're horribly wrong, friend.
They erupted from beneath this house
Treacherous ground spit an end
From below where I sleep, causing a fear filled shout.
I must watch where I walk,
It could come back any moment
The ghosts, the flames, the fear, the shame of which you talk
Not that we'd ever show it...
Fight or flight is not an option
Running would be as bad as staying,
Help me find my way out of this maze,
Might there be an opening?
This treacherous ground frightens and intrigues me,
I'm trapped by my mere curiosity,
I kneel and peer through the floor boards
Shrinking back for I am unsure...
I walk through my burned room, careful and cautious
The flames are rumbling from below once more
Truly, this is my imagination's treacherous ground...

I like how you described it as being in your imagination. It was an interesting direction to take it. thanks for entering!

Treacherous ground..

Knife in his hand, he moved slowly on land
Approaching the house where they lay
The night it drew near, inside he felt fear
What sight he'd behold this dark day?

She's sworn she was his, had gave him a kiss
When he'd left to go out that cold eve
But he knew all her plan, she'd be seeing 'that man'
On Treacherous ground he would be

With the knife held so tight, in the cold dead of night
Approaching the house by the rear
Sweat dripped from his brow, he'd get even some how
No man she would have never fear!

He watched them embrace, his heart it did race
The man kissed her and took off her dress
His anger now growing, his temper not slowing
Watched wife in a state of undress

He crashed through the door, knocked man to the floor
His face filled with rage and contempt
His wife now she screamed, 'It's not what it seemed!'
But revenge he would have, was 'hell bent!'

He roared 'Ok, fine!, but now you are mine!'
And his knife it was raised with no sound
And that night in that fight, a man died in the night
He died on treacherous ground...

Peter (Purple Pants!)

Wow! This was intense! I was on the edge of my seat the whole way through. Thanks or entering!

No probs Tainted Melody!

Ravens Home love to contribute to competitions at any time.
Thanks for the opportunity to do so.

Peter..(alias Purple Pants!)

I'll see what I can come up with.

I am extending the deadline til April 5th! I hope that gives everyone a chance to come up with something.

Thanks for extending, I will be done hopefully tonight, I never took so long to write a poem O_O.

That's great Everlasting. Look forward to reading your poem!

Sorry not what I was expecting to deliver but its better than nothing.

Treacherous Ground.

On the floor was a door with a knob facing north,
and the door had a hole where my eyes saw a blur
But the hole was so dark and the knob was so cold
that the knob and the hole in a flash had to freeze.

But before both the knob and the hole had to freeze,
I had gazed through the hole with one hand on the knob
and the other on ground. So I knelt-
on the door on the floor, to then see with my eye
a black hole, soon absorbing my sight and my mind.

It was there that I twisted the knob
and I started cascading so rapidly down the black hole.

As I fell down the notch, I saw stairs in the form
of a snake and a bulb in the form of a sun.
Soon my head semi hurt. I had fell through the hole
that had seen what I saw when I fell on the snake
as the sun was exploding on its tongue and throat.

I was there in that space where my mind
and my sight felt so lost, for my eyes
had previously seen what they saw through the hole
as they fell down the notch, a big blur.

So I lost all my view for the room was so dark
and its pressure had pressured my lungs.

And the snake had a tail as the sun,
so majestic and hot, that had pierced
through my collarbone, strong.

So the door on the floor had to freeze
for the snake was so steep and so tough
that not even the sun had a chance to survive.

then the universe froze the door's knob,
with no sun and just I, locked inside to then die.

thanks

to a treacherous ground.

Treacherous Ground

With a smile he had won her
she, who had sworn never to love again
with renewed passion she
greeted each new day
with a face radiating anticipation
of what was to come
then signs began to appear
like ghosts of the past
she tried to shake them
laugh them away
"not this time, no dear God"
she whispered,
every time her faith was questioned
until one day she found a clue
a small, but meaningful trail
that lead straight to "her"
the one person she instinctively
knew to be her adversary
waiting for him to come home
she cried, a knowing cry
at first, he denied
then ridiculed her
and as the blinders came off
so did her serenity
all the pain and hurt
came out, as she pushed him
she, who had been fooled
once too often
he fell, still making up excuses
unable to comprehend the game was over
the table was harder than his head
and strong enough to keep down the floor boards
until he gave his final breath.

Thanks everyone... i love the diversity of each poem. I'v got quite the decision to make!

WOOW!!!! I SALUTE YOU ALL GUYS!!!tsk.tsk,,tsk...

:) good luck TM!

And the WINNER is peter edwards! You did a fantastic job. I really enjoyed every poem entered but this one stood out to me especially. Your comments and rating will be comming soon.

Congrats Peter!!!