Fist Contest By Flirting With Death (Do you see your name)?

~Closed Closed Closed Closed Closed Closed~

OK this is my first contest. As you can see I have 12 topics to choose from. I love going into the chat rooms and seeing all the interesting screen names that come in so I decided to use some of the cool names for this contest ;)
You can pick the topic even if its your name
1 poem per poet.
No explicit, profanity please.
I do not want and I repeat DO NOT want to see the word I in your poem. The contest will end October 11th Or when all 12 topics are picked. Prizes will be held at the end (don’t worry they will be big because after October 9th I have one month off of college so I will have a lot of time on my hands ;] )
Your Poem can be new or old
Any length but not SUPER long
P.S my favorite poems are dark and funny ;)
Good luck
Have fun =]

1Lord of shadows-Taken-
2The Voice -taken-
3Endless Rapture -Done-
4The Used (or Used)
5Nothing Gold can Stay-Done-
6Black and White-done-
7The Unknown-Done-
8Dark Suicide-Done-
9Shadows Poet -done-
10Twisted Heart -Done-
11Biscuit -Done-
12 Flirting with death (I just love this screen name heheheh) -reserved-

Well, Why not take my own... Twisted Heart!!!!!

hehehehe go right ahead hun, it is your name. So you reserve it?

can I reserve Biscuit?

Yep Yep, Biscuit is all yours Sarah =]

Yay! I'll try my best

I know you will, good luck and take your time.

Twisted Heart
By : Twisted Heart

Reaching in the cavity, the heart is pulled away
Twisted up in misery within it's own decay
Harnessed for the pagan, who's hunger it will feed
Pumping it's last bit of life, spawning Satan's seed.

Thumping loud against the bones, It brings a final breath
Into the mouth of the pagan child it now manifests
With greedy moans the child suckles every drop.
Leaving just the empty shell of a once so healthy heart.

Satan takes the child, who's thirst is satisfied
And places him among the wretched souls this night
Upon the scattered ashes the demon's set the stage
For all his pagan children to feast upon his rage.

With shrieks of hunger the pagans take to wing
Against the shadows of the moon, the song of death they sing
As they gather up to feast, not one soul resisted
They reached into the cavities, took the hearts, and twisted.

Black and White

We see the world, in black and white,
The entire world is cold and gray.
We don't see the red colour of blood, just the fight,
And we think that that's OK.

There are those who see different shades,
Those who make the world go around.
These are the lovely people that never fades,
Because they have their feet planted on the ground.

As we see the world in our black and white,
We live and say our goobyes,
But maybe we'd find out that they were right,
That the world is colourful if we open our eyes.

by the way, what an interesting contest, I like the fact that its something new. I really like it, great jo(=

yay, i got picked, and taken lol! il comment your poem when your done sarah!! :)

can i reserve Endless Rapture please

Biscuit You can have ~Endlesss Rapture~....I am very interested in seeing who uses my BFs name ;) Dont let me down girl and Yes Lady you can have ~Nothing Gold Stay~ =) I thought that was going to be a hard topic.
I would also like to add WONDERFUL POEMS so far!!!!!! You are doing a great job and my little eyes do not see the word I which makes me very very very happy =D

Awe, I am flattered you like my name. =]

May I have xDarkSuicidex?

=] Thanks.

xDarkSuicidex

Of course you can have it ;]

Biscuit

She kneels down
She cant wait
As he pulls it out
She is in an anxious state

First she plays with it
Then puts it in her mouth
She loves the taste
As it heads down south

This isn't her first
But this isn't like the rest
She likes to try different ones
This one is best

As she finishes
She swallows hard
There's none left
Nothing to discard

This girl did nothing wrong
She was just eating a biscuit
Its you who has a dirty mind
And thats just it

*I know its not long or that good, but its all I could think of to do. Hope you like it!

WONDERFUL job sarah!!!!!!! and you did not use the word I!!!! good girl =]
Keep it up people these poems are turning out great!!!

lol sarah love the poem!!

Endless Rapture is ur bf?? i never knew tht, well i hope this is good enough!! (his own called 'endless rapture is a lot better but at least iv tried!)

In Endless Rapture

Twinkilng stars,
shining moon
illuminate the night;
provoking the eye to gaze
in endless rapture.

Freshly cut grass,
baking bread
declare dawn;
provoking the nose to smell
in endless rapture.

Songful birds,
laughing children
herald the morning;
provoking the ears to listen
in endless rapture.

Soft and smooth,
rippling water
furnishes the day;
provoking the fingers to touch
in endless rapture.

Sweet delicacies,
precious lips
adorn the mouth;
provoking the tongue to taste
in endless rapture.

Life's small pleasures
through sensual perception,
unveil great mysteries.
Provoking the mind to think
in eternal awe.

~ shadows poet ~

Let the shadows poet say what they please
For beauty is truth, true beauty, that is all.
At tender eye drawn of aurora love
Disperse the seeds of innocence into his heart.

And now his guard has fallen
For he have become weak and under her spell.
Nevertheless, he render his joy
To a woman so beautiful, lineal of a goddess indeed.

Bleedeth his veins they shall
To see her walk the purest of heaven's dreams.
No regrets of how one feels for thee,
Like the hidden scent of an unbudded rose.

Believe how he love thee, believe how near
his soul is to its doom, he would not grieve
For love is divine, as divine as it can be.
he set his weary soul in flames to please.

No honors, no pride, no glory he hold inside.
Just his love at stake,
And her free will to decide.
Cut mercy with a sharp knife to the bone.

A fool his may be possibly,
But love laws his speak with tears,
the love he kept within his heart
For her ever more, his lover....

Mmmm biscuit that was very soothing =]
Wonderful job hun, that reminds me of something he would write ;]
Lady Georgi~ Very good job, I thought that was going to be the hardest poem of them all. And becuase I thought it was the hardest tittle I will let it slide that you used the word "I" in it.
And Shadows Poet....You too, I thought this was a wonderful poem but please people No more I's in the poems that you will be using in my contest. You can use "her/him" or "she/he" but no more "I" Since this is my first contest that I am holding I will let these two poems (Lady and Shadow) slide ;) only becuase I am cool like that =]
Keep up the good work people these poems are turing out wonderful!!!!

You're fine hun, good thing it was a good poem ;]

sorry, ...i'll write them more...

Dont change the poem shadow if thats what you are saying ;] keep it up just the way it is alright?
I thought writing a poem without the word 'I' was a bit more of a challenge and I love writing some of my poems without the word 'I' =]
Come on people more poems!!!!! Even if all the tittles arent picked by the 9th I am still going to end it!!!

ehh can I reserve The Voice?
thankss...

x

The Voice shall be yours ;0

hi:) can i reserve flirting with death? thanks ;)

Awww of course you can reserve Flirting with Death ;0

One more week people ;0 come on hurry, I will judge whether or not these tittles are all picked.

Just to update you.. I have not forgotten about this, I just have not had the time! I did, however, start it tonight and I should finish it tomorrow.. Please, give me just a little longer.. I really like how it is turning out. Thanks!

xDarkSuicidex

Dark Suicide {Helping Hands {CinqTroisDecaLa Rhyme}}
Many helping hands greedily reach out to accumulate,
So lost and cold, something rests in Divine's hand; children's fate.
Broken, yet screaming in great delight, children grab helping arms,
Ignoring Creator's precious screams that those hands will do harm.
Eight-thousand children smile to the sky with forgotten ways,
Grabbing, reaching helping Angel's hands with more than final praise.
Thanking them for taking their lives and not letting their hearts stray.
For this is the most maliced in all of suicidal traits.
Picking up little children, smiling at them, uttermost charm,
As the 'helping Angel's' take the children's last and final days.

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Understanding: The children are young, but they lost all hope, for the wanted to kill themselves, but didn't know how (because they were so young). Thus, the angel's took them in their 'helping hands' and killed them... Taking what rests in 'Divine's Hands'. Make sense now?
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The CinqTroisDecaLa Rhyme, a form created by Laura Lamarca, consisting of one 10-lined stanza.
The rhyme scheme for this form is AABBCCCABC and a syllable count of each line is 15.

xDarkSuicidex

i'll Take Lord of Shadows

not entering, but great idea! lol use my name next time.

shadow dancer

Alright hun you can have Lord of Shadows. Dont worry, One more week! Eek that means one more week of college then a good longggggg one month off =] Oh I will have fun figureing out the prizes for everyone. Keep up the good work people ;)

FlirtingWithDeath--
I changed my poem, so it fits the category better. I hope that is allowed. =S

xDarkSuicidex

DarkSuicide~Yes that is allowed, I was going to comment on it earlier but no need, you already changed it =]
Very good Poem.

OK people just checking in, contest is almost over so people who reserved turn in the poems =]

Alright people, two more days left....remember....the prizes will be BIG and might be even bigger because some people have not posted their reserved poems ><

bump

Sorry People kind of caught up in something, I will post winners soon, this contest is now closed =]

hah i know like every name here. haha..
but why not mine, =[[

xD

I will post the winners tonight after work =]
And sorry your name wasnt on here ;0 couldnt do everyone hehehehe