Dark Poetry Contest

First contest-- we'll see how it goes, lol.
So, basically, I'd like to find some new poets for my favorites list, and I figured this was a good way to do it.

Rules:
1) Must be a poem under the category of darkness/horror--any style
2)Poems should be in by October 31st.. if that's not long enough, I can compromise

Awards:
1st place- 10 r/r/c's and a place on my favorites
2nd place- 4 r/r/c's a place on my favorites
3rd place- 3 r/r/c's
4th place- 1 r/r/c

Thanks!

My Guardian Angel

I stand here protected, as one guarded child.
I sit alone safely, where nothing is wild.
Never been in danger, never in harm's way.
and all of life's challenges, waited at bay.

i have always been happy, for I've never felt pain.
my angel stands by me through sun snow and rain.
she is always smiling. and a smile she receives.
she tricks enemies away, or is it me she deceives?

I have always been guarded, and so never in fear.
and I stay locked up always, year after year.
have not seen a human, for she said they are bad
and even though i am healthy, i remain sad.

have i been missing out, is there much more to life,
could i someday have children and maybe a wife?
I must see it for myself, no longer can i wait.
i must be fragile, for fear is a human trait.

i wanted the experience, yet she locked me in.
i tried to run away, but she will always win.
I'm stuck here forever, i cry through the night.
and for the first time ever, i am feeling fright.

so long's gone by now, i still am stuck here.
i now cry every night, for real life is so near.
but here i shall stay, until my final breath.
so is she My Guardian Angel, or my Angel of Death.

Crash And Burn.

Angel's stood within the fog with secured hands,
Scornfully chanting a tragic lullaby,
Watching her body rust amongst the silver sands.

Decaying stars fell down from the raven sky,
Searing the burning Angel's wretched wings - -
Scornfully chanting a tragic lullaby.

Her scarlet tears plucked at the rotting harp strings,
As the moon faded to ashes; falling from the burning sky,
Searing the burning Angel's wretched wings.

Her shattered heart let out a sorrowful cry,
With tainted nails dragging along the shore line,
As the moon faded to ashes; falling from the burning sky.

Maniacal laughs cracked up and down her broken spine,
Echoing from the Angel's crimson mouths - -
With tainted nails dragging along the shore line.

She drifted away as Ivory Angel's sang her to sleep - -
Watching her body rust amongst the silver sands;
Angel's stood within the fog with secured hands - -
Praying to God; her tattered soul to keep.

© Jenna Elphick
October 17, 2006.

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A Terzanelle is a 19 line poem consisting of five interlocking triplets plus a concluding quatrain in which the first and third lines of the triplet appear as refrains. The middle line of each triplet is a repetent reappearing as the last line of the succeeding triplet with the exception of the next-to-last stanza which appears in the quatrain.

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wow-- great poems so far everyone!!

I'd like to get around 10 contestants, so hopefully that will work..

And yes, old poems are fine, and new ones; as long as they're dark!

Valentine's Day
by Silhouette, of something unimaginable

They sit together
on the lover's holiday
cuddling, and smiling
acting lovey dovey
he knows she wants to die sometimes
she thinks there might be someone else
they part in their ways
he goes to the one he loves
she to the one that loves her
she holds the cold metal, his photo
crying why couldn't you love me
like the way you love her
she holds the blade closer
thinking "walk the sidewalk"
she gets closer to her want
he now feels her pain
leaving his lover
he runs down the road
now she is thinking "no turning back"
the blade "walks the sidewalk"
now turning, it "crosses the street"
he reaches her house
tears running down their eyes
she clutches the note
he clutches the nob
just a second too late
she lays there motionless
kneeling beside her
he reads the note
"we both can't get what we want"
he knows, though no one else does.
he now belongs to her
she got her wish
but he shall not
that was her happy ending
but his sorrowful beginning

Streets of Jagged Wood

I walk along these streets
Of jagged wood
My blood it drains
Out through my foot
The pain can't be
Felt no more
My heart is that
Of an open door

(Chorus)
I can't stop along these streets
Wails of their agony following me
Body infected with disease
Continue walking as it bleeds
Because I'm walking on jagged wood

My skin dries up
Under the sun
My shadows my friend
My only one
My sight is gone
My ears are weak
No strength to move
My muscles to speak

(Chorus)
I can't stop along these streets
Wails of their agony following me
Body infected with disease
Continue walking as it bleeds
Because I'm walking on jagged wood
That small sound is that of heart beat
Their pain is weight on top of me
My obligation to live is done
Let the rest of me burn under the sun
Because I'm walking on jagged wood

My heart has stopped beating
No strength to revive it!
My blood has stopped bleeding
The sun has dried it!
No voice to scream!
No mind to dream!
I'm dead now
Or that's how it seems!

(Chorus)
I can't stop along these streets
Wails of their agony following me
Body infected with disease
Continue walking as it bleeds
Because I'm walking on jagged wood
That small sound is that of heart beat
Their pain is weight on top of me
My obligation to live is done
Let the rest of me burn under the sun
Because I'm walking on jagged wood

No.Need.For.A.Name.

Vampiric Legacy
by Twisted Heart

I hear his voice, he's calling me
Through the streets and in the wind
A soft seductive echoing
I hear it as it twists and bends.

My body rises from the bed
I slowly walk the path alone
As his call seers through my head
I find my way into his home.

The darkened stairs lead to his room
And as I walk with steps of doubt
I hear his voice in slumbered gloom
My breath comes raspy, in and out.

The breeze from opened windows drift
As heathen creatures here are born
In Satan's sanction comes the kiss
Of pungent breaches and bloody thorns.

The screeches loudly herald me
Into the depths of Hell I roam
Until I finally come to rest
Among the undead's catacombs.

Cannabalism {Double Ottava Rima}

Swimming around, everywhere, blood sets, displaced,
((Chunks)), indescribable matter on the ground,
With a difficult decision you are faced.
Push harder, deeper, more, let your heart resound.
Decide your fate quickly, enjoy the taste.
Listen gently to your screams fall to the ground.
Piece by piece, taste by taste, you'll eat your flesh,
Falling deep within a sleep; your final rest.

Feast upon flesh, so delicate and great,
Breaking skin by teeth - smell the smell so strong,
Cannibalism is your scrumptious fate.
Blood dripping down your face; this can't be wrong,
Looking up at victims with utter hate
For their flesh in your mouth is where it belongs.
Lying around you are skin and broken bones,
Laugh as you break the flesh; hear their final moan.

xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex

SUICIDE+DIE = LAUGH+SMILE

falling on the ground
crashing down the floor
screaming with out a sound
this has happened before

suicide is the solution
to the kitchen i run to get a knife
don't tell me it's not happening, that it's just a hallucination
but i would cut so deep, it will kill my life

don't try to tell me to stop
and now you're worried about me?
i'm bleeding like hell, i'll die until the last drop
you're just pretending, so don't try to trick me again you silly

so when i die i want to see you smile
better yet, i want you to laugh
try to make the ceremony for my death worth while
and realize in the old days you were just plain daft!

That's nine, one more! =]

-Jenna.

Skeptical Feelings

These feelings I have within,
are the feelings I often define.

Being the good ones...
that make me happy,
which usually brings out...
the character that is all sappy.

Or even the ones...
that make me lose control,
and always tends...
to eat away at my soul.

These feelings I have within,
are the feelings I often define.

Making every effort...
to understand their reason,
but always feeling...
like it is just treason.

They run my life...
like they are in charge,
causing me strife...
while coming full barge.

These feelings I have within,
are the feelings I often define.

Trying to get control of them...
is definitely not an easy task,
while going out on a limb...
when I try to reveal their mask.

For one reason or another...
my skeptical feelings are with me,
maybe to help me understand like others...
why I sometimes feel so empty!

Blades of Immortality

Blades of Immortality
Would you not want them?

They beckon for you to come closer
Will you follow?

As they whisper,you yearn
When will it be your turn
To escape the lies and shadows
Of haunting memories?

To be an immortal being
To feel chains rattle on the wall no more
Would be better
Than to ever die

Blades of Immortality
They seem so real
But do you even care?

As the elders of nothingness
Ask you to take your oath
To bask in the glory of the never-dead

Will you swear by it?
Take the vow?
Reawaken your sins

As you plunge in the knife...
Are you ready to swim in blood?

As the elders leave the room
And you have sworn your vow
In come three people
Two men
One woman
The men tie you to a circular stone
You lay on it

Drawing in a breath,prepared for a new tomorrow
One man forces a brewed drink down your throat
The other chains you so you can't get up
They leave the room as the woman steps up

She says words in a different language
You moan as the drink starts burning in your stomach
She slits you carefully
You feel marks all over your untainted skin

As you open your eyes
You see blood dripping from her knife
She stares at you with cold,piercing eyes

You can't make a sound
But your blood does not pour
She steps up to a pillar as the two men come back in

One unties you
The other chains your hands together

You have a fright in your eyes
As they force you to your knees
The woman recites words from a pamphlet
Then takes out a small pot

She pulls out things from her pocket
And sprinkles them in
You hear a clang as she is finished
Then she summons the two men

They both are gruesomely killed
In front of your very eyes
By now you cannot stand the torture
But you try so hard

As soon as they are dead
She bites each of their necks
She pours half a cup from each body into a jug
The rest is left to her

She forces you to drink the jug
You gulp,scared
But you do what she says

You're not ready,
Your mind screams
But you know what is not real
Only hurts your dreams

You feel blood dripping all over your face
And see pools on the ground

You feel her clothe you in Gothic armor
You are draped in a black cloak with red designs
And under that a black,shimmering short dress
She pulls out a mirror and you look at yourself

You have changed
Your eyes have turned orange
Your hair red
She tells you that you can alter your appearances
You nod as your eyes suddenly flash green.

Dark Dwellers (Ottava Rima)

Rise above the moon-carved trees
Swim beneath the fog-laid sky
Flow within the lost soul seas
Enchanted by some silent cry
Suffering a cold innate disease
Beyond the lines of human eyes
Frightful of the day's burning sun
Beginning only where night begun

Undefined creatures of the night
Cursed with blood tainted tastes
Wallowing deep inside Earth's fright
Living life by hugging wastes
Killed and hunted by a single sight
Misplaced, Mislead, forever chased
Enternally fighting the demon within
Forever preying upon innocent skin

Great poems, everyone! Three days until the contest is over... I didn't think I'd get this many entries lol.

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Rose In The Dust

Stop all your lying
Cease your heartless cries
I know you care not
For I see it in your eyes

That same callous glimpse
That glare that never leaves
The glance that says it hates me
The look embedded in my dreams

Such a chilled gaze you have
I wonder why it chose me
What have I done to you
To make you despise my being

Now just a rose in the dust
Robbed of beauty and worth
Color faded away to black
Death is my new birth

My heart blackened to coal
Your wish has come true
You’ve destroyed who I was
Now what will become of you

Heavenly Hell

There is this brand new road I'm taking
And still I look and keep debating
The streets look dark and lonely at night
How will I know if this is right?

I take a brand new step onto the scene
Promising myself that I'd come clean
Bargains were made, mistakes are gone
There's a new mission I must act upon

Each movement is like a burst of pain
The sky is grey and pouring rain
As I look around this gloomy place
I see only one familiar face

The girl is crying, he is around
Sitting near her on the ground
And it seems she has not any mind
As she decorates her skin with lines

I see the blood trickle and fall
He wears this silly smirk through all
I look on in horror as her eyes close
And promise myself it's just a doze

So I turn away, unable to look
Though the disgrace is printed in my book
I let another life just slip away
But I'm scared because he's strong today

My feet make footprints on the floor
And I am after him, I see once more
He walks into a quiet room
I know it; this is the young boy's doom

A pen and letter is in the boy's hand
He writes but I can't understand
And Satan; he whispers in his ear
I cry because I see he hears

The boy looks satisfied and glum
He turns around, picks up the gun
I try to scream but it has no tone
Once again, I left someone alone

I turn and stomp out of the place
Angered, again I see his face
He smiles and comes on to me
"Get away," I say, I beg, I plea

And suddenly, I feel the fire
An utmost burning harsh desire
As he tampers slowly with my view
And I know what I'm about to do

"No," I whisper a hurt good-bye...
"We had a deal, traitor, you lied!"
And his eyes say I've fell for it well
This road was Satan's heavenly hell.

ok this one isnt like horror, but its kinda dark if you consider a home being destroyed, which is what it is about

*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 whom believe this is only a story.