new challenge

CLOSED.

Everyone who enters must submit two poems in order to be evaluated

The first must deal with Acne
and the second with
The Art of Walking on Water

The poet who uses the most original method to incorporate this into his/her poem, wins.

Explicit, profane or violent entries will be ignored.

Contest closes July 30.

//T.L.//

k, I'm in !! jus give me some time,; k? life's a chaos for me right now, but I'll manage! =D

x

What exactly do you mean by the art of walking on water?

As I already said, the first must deal with Acne, the second with The Art of Walking on Water.

These two topics mean whatever you want them to, you simply must incorporate them into a poem. The most original one wins.

I suppose that you could combine the two topics, but you must still write two poems in order to be judged.

//T.L.//

Poem #1
Acne Agent

Spluttered against the canvas,
A series of oil rigs,
Reddened spots of self esteem,
In adolescence it truley digs,

Where is my saviour?
Here my plea,
I need a secret agent,
For my catastrophe,

Pasting on the 'Acne Go',
Please let this work I pray,
Alas there is no hero,
These spots shall have to stay,

Slapping on more 'Vanish',
To peel away this vision,
I hate to say it once again,
I'm staying in this prison,

Its all too late once again,
It's time to go to school,
Tomorrow I shall try again,
To play the acne fool.

Poem #2

Saviour

Here he came upon our earth,
A year or more ago,
The angel from the stars of heaven,
All good he was to throw,

He settled down upon the lake,
When the sky was flaming red,
The boat distant for now in peral,
Left to quake the sandy bed,

He stood upon his sandled feet,
And told the sea to hush,
Called the wind to a hault,
For what was there to rush?

He placed one foot upon the glass,
And stood so very still,
Then walked upon the placid sheen,
Much alike a window sill,

Across he left to the boat,
Where he found them all in awe,
Told them not to fret for now,
For no wind is there to raw,

He left then glided to the end,
Until he met the sandy beach,
For this is Jesus in his form,
Only good was he to preach.

thanks
~Emah

I hope thats what you expected let me know either way.
~Emah

Yes, that was very nice. I liked both poems.

//T.L.//

#1 About Acne

Red spots, black heads pertruding everywhere
But it's not located upon my silk-smooth skin
This ugly acne is me and my so-so life
Where I lock away sad secrets within

These blackheads on my nose stands for anger
These red dots portrays bubbles of hate
Infested into my heart, soul and brain
The remedy now is in a futile wait

They laugh and point at my lurking disease
Hiding my face in my trembling face
My skin all blotched and swollen from pain
Acne spreading with an intolerable pace

I'll do the second one later

Thank you for your posts so far.

//T.L.//

Anyone else?

Last chance...

im going dont close it yet!! o_O

Red mountains

Red mountains, red mountains
Explode on my head
They're bubbling and flowing
They pour out feeling wet

Clearasil ultra, icy blast
Neutrogena, ocean foam
Nature's cure, magic pills
They're all at home

Here I am at school, acting like a fool
My face enveloped in zits, I just want to quit
My hair on my face puts me out of place
My red mountains torture easily, terrorizing me
_____________
Walking on Water (Jesus in the storm)

Here we are on our small boat
Fishing out in sea
Along comes a thunder cloud
Trying to scare me

I reel in my line trying hard to find a fish
These brothers of mine pull the net up and wish
Here we are looking for food from the sea
My hunger is ailing me

The waters crash; the oceans split
Clouds engulfing rain, creating a storm
Ice cold knives piercing the air
The fishing trip isn't going fair

Here we are, trying to get back home
But no one's here on the journey alone
Soft sandals of coarsest materials
A ghost floats along, almost real

I realize it's not a ghost
After I rub my eyes
And then I notice when I see
"I know this guy!"

Like an angel floating sweetly
I see him glide to me
We clap and cheer so loud
Because, Jesus is he

Because you were all gracious and inventive enough to accept this challenge...

You all won!

Congratulations for your unique poems, and how they broached on subjects that are not usually written about.

I hope that this streak of creativity continues..

//T.L.//

o.o wat did we win lol??

My awe... not many people manage to make zits poetic!

//T.L.//