~~~contest~~~

CONTEST OVER

alright new idea. i dont know about you guys but i like to read. i love reading about adventures and romances and different things. SOOOO i want you to write a poem inspired by a book that youve read. write the poem, which book it was based on and say what your inspiration is.

rules
-over after 10 poems

prizes
1st- 10 comments
2nd-8 comments
3-5 comments
4- 3 comments

everyone else 1 comment.

get writing folks

~Like Cyrano's Nose~

Like Cyrano and his nose,
I have many insecurities.
External imperfections,
have led to internal impurities.

I always try to compensate,
for what I'm lacking on the surface.
I do things that are bold and daring,
for no reason, rhyme, or purpose.

I tend to make light of situations,
that are darker than the night.
I try to hide all worry and despair,
when all I feel is fright.

A fear of rejection, encompasses me.
From now, to the end of my days,
because I know that my one true flaw,
will surpass me in every game.

By that, I mean, it will never give in.
It will always be there to haunt me.
No matter how hard I try to ignore it,
there is no way for it not to taunt me.

~Sean Dohr~

Cyrano deBergerac

-While reading this play, I came to notice that Cyrano and I have many similarities. We both allow external imperfections to effect internal beauties. Often, I find myself trying to excel in things that there is no need to excel in, like Cyrano, I am only trying to compensate for what I lack on the outside.

This simple pleasure
by Silhouette, of something unimaginable

The stars are out
we are together
nothing but us
and this simple pleasure

laying in the sand
with the waves crashing in
and our love to warm us
after our midnight swim

you fret about the castle, i broke
but we built one together
bigger and better
just hold on to this simple pleasure

the stars are out
we haven't a care
they glisten in the sky
like the sun in your hair

we took a picture
of us together
as i look at it
i remember this simple pleasure

whats it from? explain..

when time touch its destiny...........

Captivating the sight of your dream...
fabrics of thought lies shattered
treasures mountain, tranquil stream
season of bless slowly weathered...

the glittering sunlight peeps from the sky....
await for your solace touch
cascading the green, green grass
shimmering splendid brought the sense of peace....

trees bow in silence...
within your abundant charm of loveliness
break away the cold spell of winter
put us in a warm consolation...

the gushes of the stream, the gold arbion of water
splashing arround us as raindrops of love....
a simple life that i always fancy
which i hope comes to eternity

but alas...
what a woeful despair
i am simply lack of flair
when this heart strangled of hapinnes
i just unfamiliar with words
the word of love seems hidden solemntly with the evening wind
the ordinary thing that i've never seen

stuck in a pile of sand
on just another way of saying goodnight.....
although deep in my heart
just like heaven, i want to hold u tight..

sharing such unbridle life, apart from all turbulence..
such sentimental scenery and the wild night
girl thats all i've been longing
yet i left in silence without saying anything...

sometimes i feel like a silly star
lamenting its ability to twinkle
listening to your wish , and dream, with your special style
but i just end up with smile.....

i just believe that one day
when time touch its destiny..
i could bring you inside my story
our fairy world, enchanted with affinity...

once i was reading a book called tuesdays with morry ,it was actually story of life and nature beauty,he learn to appreciate it while old...but i decided to mix it with my feeling,i really love a girl,i got something that i can not tell her, so i decided to express my feeling through this poem,relating with nature beauty which she really like,like mountain and nature scenery ,which i actually want to share wif her ,hope u enjoy it :)

im not writing, but i had to mention my love of Cyreno. i have payed a part in that play, and adored it!

Ruby

*sorry for interupting your consert*

can it be about a movie?

no i really want it to be a book.

...:::Bad Boy- Unwanted:::...

When I was young, life was full of joy.
My mother told me I was a good little boy.

When I returned from school, she'd give me a smile,
And hug and a pat on the head
Then she'd just hold me for a while
And I'd holds her too instead.

But now when I'm older, she throws me around
She slaps me and beats me and looks with a frown.

When I return from school, she makes me cook dinner
Clean up the house and sit starving, in the cellar.
After clearing the table she tells me I'm a bad boy,
She sends me out the house.
Sets the dog on me, it's like cat and mouse.

I run all I can till I've lost him.
Right now I've stopped by a graveyard
Sitting, leaning on a gravestone
Sweating, despite the cold, and breathing hard.

Now tears are staining my face,
I'm crying because I'm a bad boy
I'm crying because she doesn't care if I don't return home
She does this every night.
She sets the dog on me, like
I'm hunted.
I'm crying because I'm a bad boy
I'm crying because I'm unwanted.

this poem is about a book based on a true story called:
'THE BOY CALLED 'IT'
by david...4gt da secnd name...sori
its about a boy hu got so badly abused becoz his mum became an alcoholic...n den at da end he was freed atlast.

CUT

People ask questions, it's not like I'm taking a life
I just reach into my drawer and pull out my knife
It's like all of my problems, they need a remedy
And when they blade hits my skin, it's serenity
Not one of my troubles seems to get any harder
When I push the blade in farther and farther
Suddenly everything begins to spin all around me
As I think of all the things I wish I could be
I try to stay steady, but instead I look my step
This is my one secret that is better off kept
I am now in a pile, sprawled across the floor
I brace and pull up my body using the door
I hear footsteps coming and put the knife away
I'll have to save the rest to de on another day
I look down only to see my battered wrists
Worse than wounds that can be healed by a kiss
I can tell that the scars have begun to form
Yet somehow inside me a new faith is born

**I was actually inspired to write this after reading a book called "Cut" by Patricia McCormick. I wanted to write from a point of view that was different from what I normally do. It was interesting to see something from a completely different perspective than my own because I don't quite understand why somebody would put themself through such pain. -Taylor

anyone else????

Hi sorry for posting so late but I just realized I have a poem about a book. well actually a short story by o henry called the gift of the magi. I loved it so much that I made it into a poem. That’s the inspiration. It is in three parts.

THE GIFT OF LOVE PART 1

Once upon an unfortunate Christmas
Golden love, Jim and Della shared
But the gods it seemed had hearts of brass
For they cursed them with poverty…they dared…

Though they looked akin to trodden sticks
They were love’s choicest epitome
The place had love, but barely bricks
Now is that even a house, spare a home?

The trembling Della couldn’t believe
As her white hand clutched her only dollar
That this dismal day was Christmas Eve
On the morrow, what would she gift her other?

A fragment of bleak inhumanity
Flashed through Jim’s and Della’s eyes
But even in this place of sad misery
Shined two proud objects even the gods vied

The first, Jim’s shining pocket watch
Worth a few gold bars and blocks
And just when you might rate it topnotch
You’d see Della flaunt her silk brown locks

Had Sheba lived to see this queen’s hair
Her eyes would burn to a deep green by envy
And so even the gods came down, just to stare
At this fragile couple’s pride and glee

But presently, she held the crumpled note
Dampened by her tears and anxious sweat
But who knew that what the jealous gods wrote
Got worse as the story continued to set…

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THE GIFT OF LOVE PART 2

On the bed she lay, dressed in flowing red
But no more in tears or sunken despair
A notion ignited as she tremulously said
“Who is worth more, Jim or my hair?”

The officer whistled, the drivers swore
As Della crossed the street, air-borne
Like a gilded bird, she gracefully tore
And finally perched at the hair salon

For those of you who might believe
That her locks held her budding beauty
Look close; it is the heart of this Eve
For she smiled, against godly decree

The brown locks cut, sold, history
But her pink hands held a twenty dollar bill
The pink cars once more honked angrily
As she dashed to the stores, up the rosy hill

She bought a fob chain, worthy of Jim’s Watch
Not by money or curls that a silly god vies
But with a heart of gold that none can botch
Her love for him, she sung by sacrifice

As she arrived to the place they called home
The mirror bared her attempt to fly
A tear fell upon the dear chain of chrome
Would he be angry? She began to cry…

Would she still be beautiful to her Jim?
Yes, and happy too, when this gift he’ll find!
The bell rang, as this war raged within
Oh you gods, show some mercy… be kind!

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THE GIFT OF LOVE PART 3

As the exhausted Jim closed the door
A thud was heard as his bony jaw
Connected with the roughen floor
He stood, and stared at what he saw

Della now jumped with false heartiness
And clung to Jim with movement swift
Her fearful lips attempted a vain kiss
As she said that the hair, went for his gift

Finally poor Jim arose, to unreal reality
With a pinch on his skin, and a hazy smile
Open my gift, dear Dell, and you shall see
Why you really had me going for a while

Her frisky fingers tore at the wrapped surprise
But her hopeful smile turned to tears of woe
For there lay the jeweled combs of turquoise
She had adored in every Broadway window

Tears rolled down and clung to her chin
She habitually flipped the vanished hair
My hair grow swift, she told her Jim
Soon these Combs you’ll see me wear!

She asked for his watch with an honest smile
And held out her gift, the sparkling fob chain
Yet, only a lovelier smile her Jim beguiled
He kissed her gently, and softly explained

Let’s keep our gifts aside, shall we
As godly tears rained from heaven above
I sold the watch to buy your combs, you see
Isn’t this the stuff that makes up true love?

Dhaval COPYRIGHT

as of now simple's poem is disqualified for lack of explanation. that leaves 5. im closing tomorrow. so if no one else does this, im only placing 1st and 2nd. and everyone else will still get one comment.

may the best person win! ^_^ Dhaval

holla. ...idk... anyway. its over. ill do stuff.

Winners

1. Dhaval- Gift of love

2. Taylor- Cut

tough choice you guys. Great job!

heyy pooo!!! thanx BUUNCHES!! i get 10 comments? woah. that is so totally cool. i love ya!!!

How can I improve my poem?

hey..your poem wasnt bad at all. i actually really really liked it. its just that the other two were the ones that really made me feel something. its more me than you. ummm i guess one thing would be to explain the nose. i didnt get that. and maybe show how to do those certain things instead of just telling.

i believe i did the rewards. if i missed one or two do tell.