Poetry Contest

I will be judging your poems and you can write about anything you want.

1st Prize- 10 poetry comments
2nd Prize- 5 poetry comments
3rd Prize- 2 poetry comments

*Contest Ends June 15*

well...

The Loss of Tears

What sound can stir this silence?
The hush before the storm.
Horizon`s struck with panic.
The clouds have lost their form.

The sound of thunder, roaring
across this sullen field.
A flash of lightning renders
a crushing wrath, revealed.

It`s hatred overtakes me
I could have run, but nay!
Amidst the tameless chaos
My tears are swept away.

The winds thus leave me, shattered,
of tears and pain bereft.
Upon this lifeless meadow,
I stand with nothing left.

Ok I wrote this one for a different contest, but I'll submit it here just for kicks.

I had to write the poem with the given title, and using the words {Story, hue, sapphire, and journey}

Paint the Sky

When the faerie castle crumbles,
The clouds drained of the clear illuminations.
The nomadic journey to a new kingdom,
Faced by those who escaped the arsen.

The past highlighted by the sapphire hue admist the white clouds,
Seen by all those you dare to view the suffering.
The battle well fought, but an everlasting loss.
Kingdoms if infinity gone in a moments time.

For when a faerie castle crumbles,
The clouds lose their pure white touch.
Fallen by the lack of faith in all things magickal,
By those whome believe this is only a story.

[PygmyPuff]

“Their Love”

She grasps at these oh so not very foreign ideas.
Realizing know that they’ve always known, what
Goes on behind these closed eyes and doors.
Keeping this secret, they somehow look past it!

How do they sleep with themselves,
Knowing but never stopping, knowing but
Never talking, knowing but never really
Caring what happens to their only child?!

A slice here, a dice there, a cut deep enough
To let it all, everything at once, flow out!
Out of her skin so swiftly, that she falls into
A dark circle, if only for a minute, it relives it!

Relives the pain, this sliver rusted blade now
Her only true confidante, the one she can
Share with her thoughts, emotions, ideas,
And never once does her friend criticizes her.

Nobody really understanding what goes on
Behind these white solid oak doors.
Nobody ever really cared about it either!

So infatuated with everything else but
This lost blonde-haired, so confused and lost
Not so very innocent young lady, who spent her
Youth and innocence oh so very quickly!

She used it to her advantage, always
Searching for love and a fix, never in
The right places, maybe she didn’t want it to be.
Guessing that one more time wouldn’t hurt!

Every drug imaginable, she’s done them, every
Drink yea she’s tried it, every guy in this small
Town she’s probably done too! But yet they still
Don’t notice that their love is causing her end!

Life is Beautiful - and so they say...
by J. Lau

Life is beautiful,
and so they say...
yet so empty,
until you can share;
the moments in life,
with the one you care.

Life is beautiful,
and so they say...
yet so lonely,
until you can love;
that special someone,
lost in the shove.

Life is beautiful,
and so they say...
yet so sad,
until you can care;
all those around you,
as much as you dare.

Life is beautiful,
and so they say...
yet so dull,
until you can feel;
all the emotions,
that can't be more real.

Life is beautiful,
if I may say...
for there is hope,
that I may have met;
that special someone,
who may change it all.

Yet I'm lost,
until she frees herself,
from the emotional entanglement.
and opens up her heart,
for this longing love.

And so I pray,
that this may lead,
to a life that is truly beautiful,
and so one day I may say...
L i f e I S B e a u t i f u l
.... because I KNOW.

< - - - - - - - - - - - >

Hand in hand
by Silhouette, of something unimaginable

Some where down this trail is a boy
with eyes that make the sun look dim
he stands around, with nature as his toy
in all my dreams i just wish to be with him

now i walk down this trail
and he comes closer as i do
i reach him and we play with a snail
and quietly play peek a boo!

though he is only five
he has seen many horrible things
he was there when she took a dive
and was there when they only found her rings

she was his mother
unfit, if you ask me,
you see she left him and his brother
on a cliff at the sea

and now my boys
don't care about her
because they have their toys
and I'm their mother

Now as we walk
toward the sand
we softly talk
walking hand in hand

* i thought this poem was inspirational not because it inspired someone but because the woman was inspired to take care of these children because of the horrors they have been through*

hoped you liked it

The Last Dance

He takes her hand in his, as he pulled her to him,
They turn down the music, as the lights they dim.
They dance as one, as he whispers in her ear,
"Baby, I love you, with me have no fear.

You know you are my everything"
She replied "I know, that's why I wear this ring!"
As the song comes to an end, they see only they remain,
As the faces around them are different, nothing around is the same.

She's a little freaked out, but remains by her love,
As the two of them float high and above-
everyone else. As everyone looks and points,
As the two lovers bodies conjoint.

She wakes from her dream, as a tear falls down,
For she knows that her lover, is deep under ground.
He died for her, and now must live with the guilt,
As she lays bundled up, in his grandma's quilt.

That was their last dance, when they became prom queen and king,
The ring she wore, was their wedding ring.
However, on the way home, as he walked her to the door,
Some bum asked for money, pointed a gun, and asked for more.

They gave all they had, only the ring remained,
He said, "give it to me", as he itched his tangled mane.
The man in love, said, "no you have enough!
I'd rather you shoot me, I can take it I'm tough."

The bum followed his command, and shot him in the heart,
The reason why the two lovers are now apart.
The last dance, their last chance for love,
As a tear comes from her eye, as she stares at the ceiling above.

~*Who Cares?*~
Let me know if this wasn't right, and I'll change it!

Best Day of Her Life
by ..נєѕѕу..©

She wakes up that morning
With a smile on her face
Her skin is shining
And her eyes are bright
And she knows
That this is going to be
The best day of her life..

Surrounded by a group
Of giggling girls
They carefully do her hair
They expertly
Twist, brush, and perfect
Her long blond curls

Her make up makes her look
Like a fairy princess
And with that sparkle
In her excited green eyes
She looks as if she could fly

As she puts on her dress
All they can do is stare in awe
She is a vision in white
Like the first layer of snow
On a cold winter night

When the music
She has longed to hear
For so long starts to play
She picks up her longs skirts
And blissfully walks
Like a graceful ballerina
Down the aisle
Towards the love of her life

He stands there
The look upon his face incredulous
She looks so beautiful
He thinks to himself

And when its finally time
To promise to be together forever
They place the golden rings
Upon their fingers
Look up and smile
And nothing could have
Ever been more magical
Than the moment
Their eyes met and they
Repeated the everlasting words "I do"

come on ppl this was at the bottom of the page do it now!!!:D Please
~*W.C?*~

That Feeling
By:Ashley Paul

That Feeling that I get inside
when he says let's just be friends
is a feeling that I can't explain
Oh, God, it needs to end!

It's driving me insane
I don't think I can handle it!
Emotions running wild,
when are they going to quit?

I don't want to let him go,
yet I have no choice.
Somethings telling me I'm wrong.
God, I hate that voice!

That feeling that I get inside
in my stomach and my head.
I wish he hadn't said it,
but I guess what's said is said

My Boyfriend
By:A.K.A.

My boyfriend is the sweetest
and he's cute as he can be.
He's also the best dressed
and he belongs only to me.

My boyfriend has the money
and hair that touch his back.
My boyfriend is the smartest
theres nothing that he lacks.

My boyfriend is so perfect
or so that it would seem.
The only flaw in my boyfriend
is that he's only in my dreams.

Well, lets try this out. Let's try it.

Learning from the past.
--
by Idealistic

Thinking of the past,
watching everything you have done.
Seeing the mistakes you have made,
learning from all of them.

In the past you seemed so free,
and now so tied down.
But when actually,
you had the same burden.

It may not seem like it, but,
if you look at the age difference.
Then you will know, because,
things are hard at first then you will learn.

Past experiences will show you,
show you how to live in the present.
That is why we have the concepts,
past, present, and future.

The past helps you with the present,
while the present prepares you for the future.
With out the past you could not have a present,
and finally with out a present, there is no future.

Learn from the past,
not the present, because you will actually find out.
That the past itself,
is the foundations of you today.

sweet! i post a thing 2 get it on the top n 3 ppl answer..i feel so cool..lol sry. every1 is really good i stand no chance:) o well thats ok.:D

Was there a rule for when they had to be written?
Ohwell.. Here comes mine =D Oh and I entered this is another contest aswell, Hope thats okay.

Taking My Passion Away

When I'm dancing, It releases pain,
Takes me to a world i've never known.
Just like therapy, It spills my words,
Letting me know that I'm not alone.

A passion inside, You wanna take,
My inner drive that helps me move on.
When times are rough and I cannot smile,
You laugh, Hoping my passion is gone.

Never once have you seen me on stage,
Havn't seen all the things I can do.
From breakdancing to ballet and jazz,
I've beaten the best, I'm good, It's true.

Yet you still don't care and never will,
It's my dream that your taking away.
The only thing that makes me happy,
Is taken from me to make your day.

Then you complain I'm doing nothing,
Wasting my life for a simple dream.
But with or without you here with me,
I'm gonna work hard to get the cream.

I'm not going to hold anything back,
I will dance with my heart, Nothing else.
Let go, And let my emotions free,
Not caring 'bout no one but myself.

Take it to the max, I won't give up,
I'll dance out my heart, For you to see.
Dancing is my life, Life is dancing,
I just wish for once you would watch me.

Copyright © Natalie 2006

To Dear Simon,

You muck up in class,
And don't do the work,
You break all the rules,
And act like a jerk.

Your proud of detentions,
You pretend not to care.
Is it a plea for attention?
Do you do it for a dare?

You've had a messed up life
With your Dad leaving and all
But can't you try,
Try and be something more?

Believe it or not,
There is more to life,
Than smoking or drinking
and getting into strife.

There are more important things
Than human opinions.
You don't need acceptance
From the cool or their minions

Real friends like me
Are always here for you
To share the good times
And to hold you when you're blue.

I can't do much more,
Than love you and listen.
But I do want to help,
If you care for my opinion.

I want you to be happy,
not broken inside.
I want you to have a life,
as lovely as mine.

My secret is God,
And his love for me.
I'm not forcing this on you
but can't you see,?

I just want to help,
You could be so great
Don't live a life
That you'll forever hate.

With Love, from a friend that cares.

heyy, can you end it at a number and not a date please? cause, the 15 is such a long time away.. lol!

Black Light Glow
by -Ghostship Fidelity-

Congruency has it's repercussion on my belated revelations
A night time narrative I have invariably been in love with
Penetrating blue fronting a pool of white
A flourishing infrastructure of momentum
Moving so brisk I'm rending this sensitive flesh
I'm perpetually responsive to the effect of the smooth contingency
I'll blow my vitals all over the room eventually
Disperse my words and phrases in a flurry of skin
Trying to remain embedded to the ground in this unstable scene
I hope you conceive that after you withdraw I'm shadowing you
Scrutinizing every last impression you leave on the surface
Each oscillation I freeze
Inspecting every twist and turn
I apprehend who you are my love
I'm expecting further advancement in these explorations
After the concluding sequence I await no explanations
(just novel situations)
Fired into the foreign atmosphere
This air is skintight in our semblance
Flares will merely breath at our heels
The ruminations in our heads aspire to ravish and decimate
But we've operated the schemed steps
Locked this deleterious thinking away
Smother the haunting key!
A heart can only converse through our lungs air
Consume us momentarily fire, we don't and won't perceive a thing
(it's not out yet)
Spill these watery corpses on the detrimental pesticides
(Don't let it get away with this!)
This is the first pedestal on the artery
An avenue to ever lasting time!
(murder!)
(murder!)
(murder!)
We are faultless homicides
Reaping these conceptions that hunt us
Slashing them down like inadequate crops
Suspended from wooden beams in our attic
For the greater solution, leave them to desiccate
They'll succumb to inevitability with the antiquity that skinned them alive
We can't succor it anymore
So be composed, get in, and don't worry my love
Don't deliver another distressed word
Sunlight is peeking aloft horizons shoulder
Crave cover my innocent lover
The daylight has naught yet commenced

Where lies a soldier's home?
The land where freedom grow
Where lies the praying hands
As ages ever bloom slow

Representing all tears of liberty
The rememberence of love
Soft warm kisses from the sun
Somewhere in dreams above

Like a ship lost in the ocean
A soldier's mind is longing
Like a baby's opening eyes
They see what's worth living

To restore the land to happiness
And regain what people had
Yet why must we feel so down
When glory should make us glad

A soldier's dream lives in the palms
Of the devotion from his home
And every night, a message sent
Whispering, "you're not alone"

The Crimson Tide.

The crimson tide,
I've tried to run,
I've tried to hide,
Tried to get away from that blood red sun..

The crimson tide,
Pierce's my soul,
I cried,
I'm no longer whole..

It washes over me,
Bathing me in pain,
To a certain degree,
I'm going insane..

I feel numb,
I start to embrace,
What I've become..
Like an angel thats fallen from grace,

I've taken new shape,
I couldn't hide,
I couldn't escape,
The crimson tide..

Here She Lies (Epitaph)

Here she lies not making a sound,
soon to be quietly resting under ground.
A wonderful mother and amazing wife,
now has went to heaven for eternal life.

~An epitaph is a brief poem inscribed on a tombstone praising a deceased person, usually with rhyming lines.~

Routine

This endless cycle goes around
Taunting me with out a sound,
A voice that screams into my mind
That existence is always blind.
A wandering force pulls us along
A path that winds through right and wrong,
We struggle just to comprehend
If there will ever be an end.

There must be more than all of this,
Somewhere a tiny fragment of bliss
Must be just beyond my reach
Beyond the stretch of words and speech

A flicker lies of better times,
A life that sooths your heart and mind,
A tiny hope of something new,
To throw your routine life askew.
Not that far away, it seems.
You'll only find it only in your dreams.

~Unfamiliar Reflection~

I feel disconnected,
like a plant uprooted.
Thought I was good,
but was not the best suited.

Swept off my feet,
like a leaf off its tree.
How things have changed,
now the rest, memories.

Why did I miss out,
what didn't I see?
Could things have differed,
if it weren't me?

I used to be great,
the best of the field.
What has happened to me,
and the weapons I'd wield?

Now, that I am disarmed,
and left unprotected,
this mirror emits
an unfamiliar reflection.

A person unknown,
to my family and friends.
A person alone,
the means to an end.

The end of all arguing,
and upset in life,
I've changed my ways,
without the help of a knife.

Why is this not enough
for all of you to see,
that I want my own life,
without the help of therapy?

~Sean Dohr~

4 more days!:)

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

Puzzling

I woke up this morning
it's been six months
that I've had that puzzle
laying out on the table...

I started by pouring
all the pieces from my heart.
I'll confess there's an art
to sifting through the gaps
and Lord knows there's no lack
of holes in my spirit-
parts missing of my soul-
and all that I'm left with
is my final goal:

to complete this damn puzzle
that I had started alone,
the one that you messed up
and, for reasons unknown,
stole the final piece,
the one I kept
at the deepest of depths;
I can only hope
I'll find a replacement one yet.

But I know if I see you
that you'll silently smile
as you watch me realize
what you knew all the while:
the piece that is missing
you didn't steal, but received;
I wanted to blame you,
but the fault lies with me.

So by the end of the day
I'll lay back in bed,
shivering and shaking
from the cries in my head,
that the puzzle of hearts
that I'd foolishly begun
will never be finished,
will never be done.

What Is the World?

Is this world a never ending tomb?
A place where babies are killed in the womb?

Where bombs are dropped, and people are killed,
Where the coolest thing that you can be is free- willed?

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
Always secluded, staying inside.

Where is love? Where is grace?
Can people seriously curse each other to the face?

And kill themselves, hurt each other,
How can they eliminate their own brother?

No truth lives, in our pathetic existence,
When it comes to fighting, noone shows resistance.

How could we let it be this way?
This isn't the future, I hope, I pray.

Take what you got and leave what I don't.
You say you'll see me around but you won't.
Two red lights fading off in the night.
I'll never have you again to hold me tight.
Six whole years for nothing at all.
You pulled me high to watch me fall.
With you I was high, like walking on clouds.
took me up, let go, and I'm still falling down.
The bottle, the only thing to calm my mind,
a cup of Jim Beam a glass of wine.
A hurt so deep the liquor won't touch,
I never thought I'd miss you this much.
My eye's soon clear when I drink a beer,
stole my heart like a thief in the night.
Way out afar I can still see your car,
like a cigarette glowing red light.
Through the hills you disappear,
and it's clear that now I see.
I want you back as bad as hell,
but you never wanted me.

Speak not the truth
By princess

You know how when you confess.
It feels like its all for the best.
That there is no more mess.
Like the wait is of of your chest.
Its so scary to think.
About all the people who commit suicide.
All because they didn't talk.
When they needed someone by their side.
Thats when the family starts to cry.
Cause they didn't know that there loved one wanted to die.
They would watch as they would drive by.
Never with a thought that, that person might lie.
Just so now one would pity.
And stare at her so intently.
To see her so unhappy.
And to make them feel badly.
All because of this one little girl.
Who didn't like the world.
With her hair that curl.
With eyes green that didn't sparkle like a diamond.
She wanted to tell.
How she would cry at night.
She wanted to yell.
That she wanted it to be all right.
But this little girl was scared.
Of telling her secrets.
So she never dared.
To tell about all her regrets.
This innocent little girl who cried.
That wanted to get away from the world.
This little innocent pearl who died.
Cause the secret that she had was never told.

PARADISE

I once heard of an isle beside paradise
From an Indian king, tasseled in gold
Pristine shores, Mediterranean skies
Stories of splendor I was keenly told

He spoke of flowers alive and wild
With a scent that pacifies the nerve
Finch-hued petals superbly styled
Just a touch of whose infuses verve

The sandy seashore is busy with sand
But this sand is strewn with cerulean gems
The kind casting rainbows upon the land
Lining the ocean, embellishing its hems

An isle with coves where rivulets meet
Water cascades over granite; glitzy bare
Downward streams dance to sacred beat
Whispering notes into the mountain air

An isle that figures in the seraph's dreams
When he smiles in sleep with cheeks lit red
Where waves shine in hoary moonbeams
And fishes snuggle amid the shingle seabed

I peered at his beard with my intent eyes
To his raspy voice my ears were glued
As he told of the isle beside paradise
"Here the lucky spend time in solitude"

Solitude… solitude... the word reverberated
O! No poet could pen how it rammed my brain
The rosy sketch in my head now pencil-shaded
How could a king not see the island's pain?

I could be marooned amidst a gilded pit
Raise the roof until myriad moons turn blue
Yet what use is the world and all that's in it
If I must breathe alone, broken without you

I'd float atop clouds; towering white
But my one lip would’ve to kiss the other one
I'd converse with myself; then stage a fight
How many still believe that paradise is fun?

Your voice that’d echo the same old words
Pictures in a wallet and your smile in my heart
Cupboards of furs and orchards with birds
All wealth can buy; but my inside torn apart

The king had a concept; but another I abide
I am the boy that sees heaven in your eyes
If the darkest bend is where your soul resides
Then there lies my home; and that is paradise…

DHAVAL

It's June 15th?

Open Wounds

No words can explain how I feel,
I pray my open wounds will heal.
Never thought I’d hear such words,
Coming from a lover’s mouth.

Listening to these painful words,
My heart begins to hurt.
Ripping, breaking, falling apart,
That’s what’s happening to my heart.

A hole in my heart is now forming,
The place my love burned for you.
I feel the pain and heartache coming,
Coming from my open wounds.

To Be Free

I would give anything, to be away from here. to grow wings and fly, then i would just cheer. to live under the water, or up in the air. to live on a cloud, or somewhere without care.

what i would do to live far away, away from the fences, and no one to obey. to soar with the winds, to swim in bubbles, to run outside all day, and to jump in all the puddles.

i seek adventure, or at least some big change. to not know everything and to find some things strange. and it would just be so grand, to live alone, lay on the sand. to just go away and have them understand.

just to be free, alone, just with me. to prove i can do anything on my own. all the places to be, all the things left to see, all the things that make my life so carefree.

and i'd be alone, no sorrow or woe, no care about anyone's problem no more. oh please just help me, please let it be, please answer my prayer and just set me free.

ok there, i hope yal like that one

Oh ok. It's June 15th where I live :/ Lol. But okay it says on the side thingy that it's June 14th =) Lol

1 day is SO long..*dies*

I knowwwww! ..I'm iching to know the winnerrrr

LoL

Short Story

If only the words that lie inside,
Openly would show,
Than you would see the pain subside,
And how I love you so,
But here I stay where I am well,
Away from all the pain,
Here in my heart-broken hell,
Where living is but vain,
And my only hold on life,
Beats within my chest,
Pierced, as if it were a knife,
Heartbroke and at unrest,
Doctor, won't you check my pulse,
To see if I'm alive,
Is this life or is this false,
And how could I survive,
For life without it's reason,
Is that even life at all,
Living only for the season,
As passes summer to fall,
Is there life beyond that place,
Where you dream to be,
Why must I the future, face,
This futures not for me,
So give me life in all its wonder,
Give me air to breathe,
Give me hope to cast asunder,
Upon the day you leave,
Give me pain and give me hell,
Above all of these things,
Give me a short story to tell,
For death the future brings.

Daniel Ray Mulvany

Just so the person who's judging this knows.
[.♥.].T.a.l.e.e.e.™ ..Is me. Mmkay?

Ok. I will post the winners on the 16th. Probably in the morning.

ifihide11

yay good luk every1:D