!New Great Title Contest!

Roses Are Black

Normally people say roses are red,
unless they have went where I've been led.

The charcoal sky lets no light reflect,
in this world, it's far from perfect.

There is no sun, there is no light,
There is no discernment from day and night.

In some opinions, though it might sound like sin,
some might say it sounds like heaven.

But quite the opposite, what I need to tell.
Because of my sins, I am in Hell.

Not as a swear, as an actual place.
Nothing can help me, not even God's grace.
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I hope this is fine, it isn't much to do with the title, but you know... I thought of one thing, it led to another.

Dangerous Dreams (I fixed the spelling)

Always causing pain,
Beside the table of lost hope.
Calling for selfish desires,
Dictated by ones inner wishes.

Edging towards insanity,
Failing to understand.
Getting away with murder,
Hoping it a dream for sure.

Inside your mind its cluttered,
Jerking your lies from reality,
Killing that sense of belonging,
Leaving only insanity on the surface.

Many people misake the knowledge for fanasty,
Neglecting their safe havens.
Open minds are the answer,
"Push away, break free" says the Wise Old Man.

Quarantined by the maddness,
Remembrance of his death is the excuse.
Silenced by the public's concern
Taking fear to a new level of denial.

Under the pain of the maze,
Verification of the return falsified,
Warnings ignored with false hope,
Yearning for the future's justification.

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I used a new form, the first letter of each line starts with a new letter, in order. I omited X and Z (X because I couldnt think of a sentence, and Z because I had four lines in the stanza already)

Also, the theme is Harry Potter numero 5. If you read the book you would know that Harry see's Cedric die from Voldemort, and the Ministry of Magic tell the citizens he is crazy because Voldemort is dead. However, the Dark Lord has returned and is sending mesages through Harry unitentionally, until he realizes this in which time he manipulates Harry's dream for him to think that Sirius was suffering (Sirius is Harry's Godfather), and that he had to save him, while in fact Sirius was fine and he had simply planed to kill Harry when he came to "save" Sirius

La La Land

Swirling liquid sky
Dotted with cotton candy clouds
Lemon drop sun
Sugar birds fly around

Toasted almond beach
Refreshing minty waves
Swedish fish swim
Protecting treasure caves

Atop grassy hills
Gingerbreadman runs to and fro
Looking for gumdrop greenhouses
But down which path should he go?

Take the road less taken
Beneath the chocolate trees
Every step is an adventure
With plenty of new things to see

Skipping down m&m cobblestone
With fondant clothes in hand
Went the second star on the left-not right
And ended up in La La Land

haha this was fun to write... but it made me hungry lol

Teenage Desires

We sit cuddled on the sofa
His hands softly stroking my hair
My arms around his waist
I can smell his soap
And can feel the heat of his body

I start to kiss him
Long passionate kisses
That leave us
Desperate for breath

My hands I run
Through his hair
His hands start
Slowly going down my shirt
But this is not enough
I want more
And so does he..

But we know this is as far
As we can go
We have to stop
We have to wait
As these are just our
Teenage desires..
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lol, not too good, but couldn't think of anything else.. :)

Broken roses

Sitting in silence,
staring at my pain,
staring at these broken roses,
that were shattered by the rain.
These once flawless momentos,
these once perfect
tokens of love,
now are broken torn and bleeding,
like the angel that I loved.
Sitting here in silence,
on your rotting corpses grave,
staring at these roses,
that, like you,
will never be beautiful again.

nvm ignore this post.

huh?

5 more! :)

Fake Freak

They wonder about you,
Your thoughts and feelings,
And you lead them to believe
You have a strange life.

"My mother's a druggie,
My father's a drunk.
My whole family is f**ked.
My parents rape me every day
At Half past Two, but I'll be alright."

But the truth is,the scars are from the
Lies you've led. You have no
Pain, your mother is fine,
Your father died when you were two,
But your life isn't good enough and
You must use these lies as other things...

As barriers to keep the world out
So nobody will discover you, the Fake Freak.

c'mon people...we need the rest to be done...

[PygmyPuff]

Can you add more titles?

can i put the poem that i put here on my poems page?

This is old, but is it okay?

~Wasted Youth~

A relationship bound by the court,
two parents yearning to abort.
One child's postpartum deport,
a life, from the start, out of sorts.

The help of two elders, they sought,
a custody battle, never fought.
Drug addict parents, got caught,
important lessons, never taught.

A baby that was left behind,
consequences of a legal bind.
A lifestyle of a different kind,
viewpoints from a distorted mind.

A family separated by years in time,
a life with a different rhythm and rhyme.
Two people, making up for another's crime,
always living off of their last dime.

A difficult situation from the start,
a unique picture, of an unpopular art.
A family, nearly torn apart,
two grandparents, certainly, off the charts.

An unwanted boy, now full grown,
held together by seams, left un-sewn.
Approaching life with a whole different tone,
hoping, some day, to live life on his own.

~Sean Dohr~

is that title even on there?

no its not...? wtf?

Sorry, I posted an old poem and forgot to change the title to fit the contest...

Just a mistake, no reason to be riled guys!

How many are left? (I already submitted, I just wanna know when its gunna be judged)

[PygmyPuff]

when does this one end?

yea when does it stop?

i wanna do 1 but my brain cant figure out wat titles are left. i get all confused. ahh i kno i cood jus go thro the list but my mental capacity wun allow it:(. o well..can u mayb edit the top post n write taken nex 2 the 1s done?

ok ignore the 1 up there i figured it out i was just spazzing, anyway im sry if this is 2 long...

She was alone in her room, thinking of the day,
For once she was happy, the sky didn't seem so gray.
Sure she had a broken home, and her dad beat her up,
But for once she drank her hot cocoa without tears filling her cup.

Before she was broken, cutting every night,
Trying not to be noticed, staying out of sight.
Then she met the boy of her dreams, and he liked her too,
He asked her out, she said yes, and thought her sadness was through.

Several days later, her cell phone began to rang,
She saw it was him, and turned down the music she had sang.
She said "Hey baby, what's up, I've missed you"
He said, "Hi, we need to talk, we're through."

She cried as she screamed, "What have I done?
I thought we were happy; we've had so much fun!
You called me each night, and we hung out each day,
What gives, I thought you cared, you're being so gay!"

He said, "Calm down, just hear me out!
There's no need to scream, no need to pout.
Just relax a sec, let me explain why,
Before you go accusing me, of liking another guy!"

She said, still crying, "Alright, tell me then!"
He said, "I like someone else, she's the perfect ten!
I'm sorry, but she's better, you're..you're just weird,
No one cares about you; no one cares if you disappear!

I need someone more popular, someone good enough for me,
You understand don't you? Can you not see?
You're not good enough for anyone, your all sad,
You never seem happy, always just sad or mad!"

She hung up the phone, and went to the trash,
Pulled out her old razor, and made a deep gash.
She thought this was over, at least for a while,
But after just four days, no longer can she smile.

As the blood from her wrists, came out quickly,
Her father came in, and yelled at her strictly,
"Well here we go again, cutting again are we?"
She cried, "Get out of here, can't you see I'm busy?"

He said, "Don't talk to me like that or I'll beat you,
In fact I will anyway!" As he took of his steel toed shoe.
He threw it at her, causing her to fall,
"Leave me alone, I just got a horrible phone call"

He said, "It's to late, you're going to pay now,
There's no excuse to cut, I'm your dad, and this I won't allow!
I wish you were never born, and I wish you'd drop dead"
As he pushed her and said, "no dinner, go to bed!"

She cried, she didn't need this, two things in one day,
What's with everyone, it's like they're eating off her pain buffet.
She cut in deeper with her rusted razor, crying,
Began writing a letter, stating she is dying.

She said, "This is the end, I'm sick of you all,
Dad you've never been there, you always made me fall.
You didn't care that you hurt me, didn't care when I cried,
You only made me feel unloved, you're a reason I've died.

To my old boyfriend, I liked you very much,
You made me so happy inside, each time I felt your touch.
You broke up with me, just because someone was better,
But that's messed up, thought I'd tell you in this letter.

To all my friends, I never really had, to all who used me,
I hope you see what you have done; I hope you're all happy.
To all of those who would shove and call me names,
I hope you are all upset and ashamed."

With that she took her razor, one final time,
As she dug in so deep, it must've been a crime.
She silently cried, when her father walked through the door,
Saw her dying on the floor, and began to beat her more.

She died very quickly, each hit from her dad,
Made her lose more blood, until she was no longer sad.
She went to heaven, finally free from the pain,
But her memory will remain, as long as there's still the carpet stain.

when are the results going to be in?

same ?

Broken Roses

No greater grief
than love returned;
And void of sent proposes.

Pain past belief
Of hearts interred,
In fields of broken roses.

i think the only title left is kyle but my brain has a hard time w/ that stuff. so yea....hopefully soon!

hey, dude... I already wrote broken roses....

Sorry, didn't realize this was only one poem allowed per title...is it? Besides, not a bad thing to have a different spin on the same title?

It's AOK. I Ur's is really good. I like short poems that say alot. I don't think there was a rule either. So i should apologize to you. SORRY!!!

RLS

Sure - there's alot there to keep track of, lol.

Many thanks much appreciated

WOOO!!! I placed. Neatio!!!!!! Danka!!!