Wings of an Angel CONTEST 2

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This time I want you to submit a poem within these categories:

1) Sad poems.
2) Dark poems.
3) Poems about life.

It doesn't matter if its new or old, but only one poem a person. Must be within the categories. Must be your work, and have fun.

Ends after 15 poems

Prizes will be a surprise:P

Good luck, and blow me away;)

The End is Here

Fires burning, bombs blasting away,
The final night, no sight of day.
Don't be sad, please don't cry,
The end is here, say goodbye.

Lightning flashing, thunder booms.
Tonight all will face their dooms.
The war going on will take control,
Years of fighting will take its toll.

R.I.P. soldiers who've lost their lives,
Send my regards to their wives.
I go off tonight to become a hero,
I will lose my life on ground zero.

Goodbye darling I'll miss you so,
If I don't return, what to do you know.
One final kiss and off we fly,
The end is here, say goodbye

On the war ground beside my friends,
As bombs and bullets the enemies send.
Shot in the heart, one final breath,
This is the end, I've faced my death.

~*Who Cares?*~

(is this ok? its my newest written one i did yesterday even though it dun matter. if its not rite ill change it)

Children Abuse {CinqTroisDecaLa Rhyme}

Silent songs of horror display through freezing children's veins,
Many darkened pitied nights among the saddened days remain,
Telling the stories of a child's lost, broken, battered soul,
Whispering as the child fails because of the darkened cold.
Listen closely to this child's scared cries out among the earth,
They struggle to be heard through other cries in the universe,
Realizing their lost hopes and single chance at life was a curse,
Beckoning as the tragedy creeps closer, creating pain,
Settling with the thoughts that won't stop - they are sunk in too low,
The battered children never found, on that night, what they were worth.

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The CinqTroisDecaLa Rhyme, a form created by Laura Lamarca, consists of one 10-lined stanza.
The rhyme scheme for this form is AABBCCCABC and a syllable count of each line is 15.

- Armed With Courage -

Armed with courage trudging through the silence,
Beholding the blessed; forgetting those who've fallen,
Remembering old faces beneath the moon that night,
A silver blade shining from a glistening light.

Blood thirsty demons waiting for perfect opportunities,
Sinking their fangs into fresh flesh and be done with their prey,
Blood spilling over forest floors,
Wolves howling at the harvest moon.

Armed with courage, spirits raise their bloody blades,
ready to fight, ready to conquer,
Enemy after Enemy is slain,
Armed with courage, vacant spirits will desolate

© Jenna Elphick
August 22, 2006

A Verseless Knight (Senryu)

Unrequieted
Lone-wolf on the battle field
Soul broken by steel

Superman's Dead
by †!♪~*`Bryce Dressler`*~♪!†

Johnny J Smith
had straight A's in school.
Class president every year
he never broke the rules.

Had the coolest friends
never got in fights.
But his friends never saw him
after school at night.

Every problem thrown his way
he fought it to the end.
His family and friends
nicknamed him superman.

Saving damsels in distress
standing up for the weak.
He had the intelligence of a genius
the room always quite when he'd speak.

But nobody knew what happened
late every single night.
When Johnny was caught in the middle
of his mother and father's fight.

Every day after school
Johnny would walk home alone.
Come home to his parents,
to a family with a heart of stone.

Objects were thrown
as they fly across his face.
He tried so hard to please
but he was seen as a disgrace.

His grades would start to slip
and he would fight even more.
But the more that he fought
the harder he was thrown to the floor.

Friends began to leave him
people ignored him as he spoke
as hard as he tried to fix it all
his life was only seen as a joke.

Bottles and knives still flying
from one room to the next.
Giving up on everything else
he took advantage of one object.

He slowly cried as the pain took hold
remembering the life once adored.
Brought down to this hopeless sham
a life now only ignored.

With his last remaining minute
he reached for a paper and pen.
Leaving a note for whoever cared
or cared for a life that had been.

Days had past since then
before he was found
his parents killed each other
the house no longer made a sound.

Old friends came again
to see the horrible site
No soon after did they find the note
that the young boy did write.

Everyone held their breath
as the note was slowly read.
Written with four crimson words
"Your Superman is Dead."

(C) 2006 Bryce Dressler

((havent written much lately...))

Somber Walk (ottawa rima)

Shadows tracing trees of bloody leaves
Engulfing the Bright moon in brilliant red
Dripping gold from bags of thieves
Watching as bound young witnesses bled
To the night goddess their cry decieves
Who still lives and who will be dead
Oracles crumbled, shimmered and shattered
Pieces of evidence soaring and scattered

Past massacres and abandoned dread
Past serene castles where flowers bloomed
But traces of vain courting still shred
Any other joyful emotion that loomed
To darkness it's blissful smile is fed
It's old memories and future consumed
Till nothing but seeds hid in the ground
Afraid of thirsty demons coming around

Here lies photos revealing inner pain
Gathered from walks near and afar
Every glimmer of hope has been slain
Destroyed by the Idea of who we are
Cast into fire of this forbidding ordain
Burning tints of emotions raw
Mercy shows no pity on these days
Tangled together in decaying dismay

a Naked Bridge:

my name is chaos
and i stare blankly at your eyelids

i sit awake at night and dream
with no garden to water
no flesh to regress

your mouth is my well
and we're swollen
totally stuck

giving birth
to this seed;
self-inflicted
deluding all
picture

movement
without time. dancing
as we wake

my name is nil
and we've found
it's better off

this way.

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Darkened Sorrows...

Every breath that you take
every word that you speak
makes my heart blush
and my legs go weak

But those darkened sorrows
that lye beneath our skin
may not be noticable
although they stay within

Itching and scratching
just waiting to break free
wanting to grab
and take ahold of me

with you by my side
we can fight this together
but no matter where we go
they'll be here with us forever

As i go to hug you
and take a slow breath
those sorrows hold my lungs
and i die my dark death

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2 more:-O

~My little birdie~

Fly high my little birdie
Touch the sky with
Your dark wings,
Cry out with your song
And gather your friends
For a fancy feast.

You move like shadows
You move as one,
Fly high my little birdie
And bring fear into the night.

Make your flock
Into a murder
Let it be who is
The hunter.
Stock your pray
And tease them well,
Make them worry
In their sorrows.

Fly high my little birdie
And touch the sky with
Your dark wings,
Let your yellow eyes
Guide you in the night
And let the humans
Have no peace.

one more !

eek. this is fast

I guess im the last one.. coolio. i hope im not the last and least.. lol.

Misunderstood
by ([-untitled-])

You can hear his headphones blaring
beneath his over-sized hood
you all think he doesn't care
but hes just misunderstood

the cuts on his wrists what make him come
but he has a good reason why
his home life's a disturbing mess
and he wishes to not be alive

his father left when he was three
he was a sick and twisted man
but he comes around once in awhile
and hurts as much as he can

the teachers thinks hes just trouble
and i think that you do to
but nothing thats happened in your life
compares to what he goes through

suicide is not an option
cause that would leave his mom alone
and his so-called father would beat her
and her pain would be unknown

what you don't seem to realize
is that this is his form of relief
he needs to focus his anger
and must control his grief

you think you know what he is like
but you don't have a clue!
he is so more complicated
than others who visit you

you think you've made a breakthrough
when the music stops
you wonder if he just might talk
until you see the clock

he stands up from his chair
and takes off his over-sized hood
he than says in a distant voice
"understanding does no good"

([-untitled-])

YAY ITS OVER!!!!!!!!! EEK! woo YAY YEOW! YEEEHAW! YA! WOOT!

I must say i don't think you are last and least. Last but most definately not least. That was a really great poem, and it sent a good message. Good job Darling. =)

aww man i wanted to enter. oh well i gues next time

haha, you guys love my contests dont ya?

thats good;)

I will judge it today, or tomorrow, most likely the last one...

And don't you worry Oscar, I am considering opening another contest (again), if you want me to;)

yessssssss!!

haha:P lol

So I'va decided the prizes, and of course, the final winners.

There will be three winners, all number one, I couldn't decide.

~*Who Cares?*~ with The end is Here

Mooie Ogen with Lost in Darkness

†!♪~*`Bryce Dressler`*~♪!† with Superman’s Dead.

I will add you to my favorites, and you will get 3 comments and votes each.
Congrats;)

i win again?! wow...thank u so much.

yeah, you win again, for some strange reason:P maybe because your rock:P haha lmao

by the way, I opened another contest, check it out.

you rock just at much as who cares:P