Rhyme Contest

Main point of the contest - the poem must rhyme. You pick the rhyme scheme.

No: poems over 40 lines, poems with internet or verbal slang.

Poetry with a suicide theme is probably not a good choice for this contest but if you think it is a good and particularly unique piece, it's welcome.

Also - One poem per poet, please.

Judging will be done November 18th-20th depending on participation.

The Heart of The Eyes
by â—Š Atomic â—Š

Eyes burned with tears unshed,
Stubbornness won't let it fall.
It hurts from what it sees,
And blinded by what it saw.

Heartaches glisten its lashes,
Thousands of tears kept at bay.
Saw all the painful scenes,
But no strength to look away.

The sorrows of yesterday,
Reflected brightly in its shine.
Its innocence and loneliness,
Became one as it entwine.

It never thought the pain,
It felt would ever fall.
Until the heart cried,
And broke its only wall.

Blinking it away,
A single tear rolled down.
Hitting the heart at home,
Slowly it begins to drown.

Pitter patter of the eyes,
Crying for a dying heart.
Posture broken down,
Emotionally torn apart.

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(")-(") Arrivederci!©

Some kind of Sonnet coming up

The Misty Havens

A horizon inflamed by trembling light
brightens our path, now as day turns to night.
Our eyes have longed for what we now behold;
The Havens, in mist, before us unfold.

Vaguely echoed in my mind, is the voice,
whose tale of this fair place rendered no choice.
"There, what thou seeketh, and longed for, shall be,
there resteth truth, `tween the hills and the sea."

"The Moment thy eyes beholdeth the shore
Thy dreams shall not be of her anymore."
The words that were spoken proved to be right,
so I turn to her in the failing light.

"Hath she not seen that the end draweth nigh"?
I break it thus; "leaveth thou, stayeth I."

My poem is titled " True Lies "

Everyday, I lie to myself,
each day gets easier to believe,
I lie so much, my lies seem to be true
One day, how youll be with me.

My memories seem to be fading away,
With each painful, long, everlasting day.
I tried my very best to forget you were gone
But what I forgot didnt stay forgotten for long.

For the first time in a long time
Those long forgotten tears were awaken
Reminding me of the memories
Long lost feelings had been mistaken

When you first broke my heart to pieces,
I had to find a way to mend.
I took my thoughts, and lied to myself
Soon I was living a world of pretend.

Everything was perfect I thought,
I pretended my heart my still one
But when I saw you, the lies I made myself believe
Unraveled and came undone.

I cant believe I tricked myself
To believing you did nothing at all
When in reality, you shattered my world
Built me up, just to let me fall.

Seeing you again since the pain I still remember
Made me realize, my heart is breaking for you,
Open up your blinded eyes
See how my crying for you is true.

These raw emotions, resurfaced once more,
Reminding me of terrible, horrible pain
What I lost was your love, but still i love you deeply
My loss was actually my gain.

You made me realize, that my love was real
That I loved you with all I had in me,
And that nothing can take those memories away
Even lies I made up,
To forget memories of what we used to be.

Ill just keep waiting for you to come back
And one day I finally wont be sad,
Its just so hard to forget those memories
And the truth of love we actually had.

Read this through and tell me what you think...I hope it's ok for the contest, for it's got a nice rhyme scheme to it, in my opinion. :)
My Love,
xDarkSuicidex
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The Two Mirrors

Quietly I stroll to my mirror,
Looking inside I see are all my fears.
What souls, so placid and cold,
Passing across my mirrors folds.
I lean in close and look in deep,
Praying to find something to keep.

Back and forth, my eyes do find,
Something to satisfy my withered mind.
Reaching into the cold shimmering glass,
My hand sinks in all too fast.
I find my arm on the other side,
TO find what it is my heart abides.
My body steps through with a shuttering cry,
And I look around in fine surprise.

I glace about once more,
To find what my dear heart adores.
Something floating past my ear,
I reach out hoping this object will banish my fears.
My hands close around a mysterious thing,
And as soon as it does, it begins to sing . . .
I bring this glowing picture to my face,
And look at it with great growing haste.

I find myself looking in a mirror,
And realize I've found my greatest fear.
Reflected back to me,
Is something I never wanted to see;
A little girl bleeding from the wrist,
With a suicide note written in bliss.
So I lean closer and stare so more,
To find this little girl on the floor,
Staring at me with eyes open wide,
Begging me to be by her side.

But as much as I wish I could be,
I can not be, for this girl is me.

Why do we live? why do we die?

Why do we live? Why do we die?

These questions seem to have no reply

But don't get tired. Let's think more

There should be an answer for sure

Some live to enjoy

Some live to rest

Some live to have fun

But which one's the best?

Some live to help

Some live to give

Some other people

Don't want to live

We're here to give

We're here to love

We're here to bring down

the heaven from the above

We're here to become better

We're here to learn

We're here to help each other

After that we're going to return

Return to where?

Some may ask.

To our home

After finishing our task.

But what's our task?

Some may wonder.

To get the answer

Let's ponder.

To develop

our spiritual potentiality

For this, one should be careful

of his/her own personality

By coming to know

And worship God

Overcoming life's hardships

is so easier than anyone can imagine.

By Marjan Nouhnejad

Dark Suicide....Perfect for the contest. I like your rhymes, they're not "the standard" rhymes and really show your poetic ability.

As for everyone else, it's a close race guys...Keep submitting poetry, though!

There are so many different levels of poetry, and I think that if someone achieves a little bit of every level, that's awesome. So what if the whole poem wasn't perfect? It was still a beautiful artistic expression. A sample of all the right colors, painting a very grand picture. It may not have been unique in every respect but does that make it less of a poem? Nah.

Everyone who has submitted so far has presented to me a great piece of artistic expression. And I don't mind saying that; hopefully it lets everyone realize that it's a close contest. When I judge, then I'll get down to the things that'll make or break a poem.

"Beginning or End?"

. . .

And as the shivering woman looks down
with broken heart and broken spirit,
upon the once happy man
who stares right through her
with the lifeless eyes
that only the dead can possess,
"what didn't i do?"
was all she could guess.
and its a wonder he didn't follow through
with a love so impressed;
merely for the simple doubt that
whats good, is too good to be true.
and deep down, he once knew
as she now did too,
that what they had wasn't good, but the best.
and as she lay down before him,
joining together their quietus rest,
a familiar feeling wells up within.
a feeling inside her mind, her heart
her chest,
combining all three,
that this is the closest they ever have been
and ever will be

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nice

Poem Of Rhymes (part 1)
by Guitarplayer152

This is a poem that I hope is right,
since I wrote this poem in the middle of the night.

I am so bored that I figured that I just might
go outside and go fly a kite.

Or maybe I will go outside and go start a fight,
but probably go get a bite.

Thanks to the light that is so freaking bright,
I have a wonderful sight.

It hurts, though, when I look directly into the light,
so I pray that it will be a clear evening tonight.

I might go to a building and worship its great height
and say " boy this building is so tight".

But if somebody says that they may know who I like,
I will go after them and hit them in the head with a metal pipe.

When they wake up, all they will see is the color white.
If they ask me if their in the hospital and smile and say quiet.

This is the last line of rhymes I that I can think of to write.
Please tell me if you think this poem is right.

Aww Yeah.

I figured I'd post the places today, giving everyone who wanted in a chance, considering the contest wasn't officially closed until the end of yesterday.

First of all - guitarplayer - you entered a day late. But yes, your poem fits the contest. Unfortunately, a day late means you're disqualified.

Places
1. Apathetic Soul rhyme=5 overall =4
2. Dark Suicide rhyme=5 overall=4
3. Enslavement of Beauty rhyme=5 overall=3
4. Drew Gold rhyme=3 overall=5
5. Falling Up rhyme=4 overall=3
6. Joseph Davern rhyme=4 overall=3
7. Marjan rhyme=5 overall=2
8. Atomic rhyme=4 overall=2

Now, this contest was based on rhyme. Therefore, your rhyme was scored on the same scale as overall poetic accomplishment. This means that as I read the poem, I rated it on how the rhyme sounded, if there was a consistent scheme, and it's originality. However if your poem had any rhyme whatsoever you got at least a 3. Everyone stayed true to the main point of this contest and no one was rated lower than a three on rhyme.

Overall poetic accomplisment is just a big way of terming my opinion on the poem. If the poem touched me or struck me as particularly good you were rated above 3. 1 ratings would be for poems that tried but just didn't really seem like quality poetry to me. 2 ratings mean that the poet submitted a good effort but it wasn't quite in the same league as the highest rated poem. 3 ratings mean the poem was good, but not the best, and so on for 4 ratings and 5 ratings.

Apathetic Soul - Stanza 2 of your poem was awesome.
Enslavement of Beauty - The last two lines of your poem stood out to me.
Atomic - Your last stanza was a great ending for your poem.
Falling Up - Your last stanza, also, struck me as a good way to wrap the whole poem up.
Dark Suicide - The flow of your whole poem caught me up and brought me in. Overall, it was a very well built poem.
Marjan - You had a flawless rhyme scheme but the poem itself didn't bring me in.
Joseph Davern - Rhyme was different in one stanza than the rest...But otherwise, your story was an original one. I like the enthusiasm you used in writing the poem.
Drew Gold - Your rhyme was screwy at best. :) But the poem overall was awesome.