Dhaval's Five Poem Contest #1

  • swill
    18 years ago

    CLOSED CLOSED CLOSED CLOSED CLOSED CLOSED CLOSED

    -ends after five poems are submitted
    -please submit your best work (new or old)
    -any topic under the sun
    -fastest five; sixth poem gets disqualified
    -a poem a poet
    -one winner will be chosen
    -he/she will be awarded one honest critique
    -probable place on my favorites (not guaranteed)
    -originality appreciated
    -a.b.c.b rhyming scheme not allowed
    -clichéd poem topics not appreciated; will score lower
    -minimum length must be 12 lines
    -let's start, ye poets.

  • Normal is the Watchword
    18 years ago

    Winter Solstice Blackouts

    I am tired except the mere thought
    Eludes my mind’s capture
    In the stillness of winter solstice
    Disjointed memoirs leave frost
    On drooping eyelids

    I am tired except the night
    Revolves in circled darkness
    Beneath an empty cupped moon
    Dipped in Milky Way teardrops
    Leaking through the bottom

    I am tired except the toned voice
    Never fades in distance
    And I am cursed with the memory
    Of hearing prayers recited
    That I should cease my blackouts

  • Twisted Heart
    18 years ago

    The Hurricane
    by Twisted Heart

    Just a shadow
    a song, perhaps
    caught within the corner
    of a place wrapped in confusion.
    The wind whistles
    low into the night
    ever so gently it goes
    it's words whispering through the darkness.
    Slowly it grows
    invading the silence
    parting it's depths with despair
    and reaching the crescendo of rage.
    Embittered turmoil it quakes
    stealing the essence of harmony
    beating against the solitude of peace.
    It's vibrant voice screams
    ripping around haphazardly.
    Then it's gone
    and in it's hasty retreat
    a quite slumber is left to breathe.

  • Melissa
    18 years ago

    Paper Recovery
    by Melissa

    I loved him

    (still do)

    But his adoration
    was nothing more
    than a bullet hole
    dwelling underneath my flesh,
    just waiting
    ........................(patiently)
    to explode

    Tiny fragments
    of gun powdered hope
    have turned my own heart
    against me
    and now my fingers
    act as a pistol
    shooting rejected poetry
    at every soul hungry
    piece of paper
    that yearns for words,
    even if they are stretched
    and formed into a weapon
    that kills dreams,
    emotions,
    and the love for a man
    who never even believed in the stuff

    At least that's what he told me once

    (more than once)

  • Twisted Heart
    18 years ago

    ^BANG BANG

    [AS SHE BLOWS THE SMOKE FROM THE BARREL AND HOLSTERS HER GUN OF GREATNESS]

    Happiness
    Jeannie

  • swill
    18 years ago

    sluvious: your poem, regardless of how much I liked it (and I REALLY did), unfortunately get disqualified because of its 10-line length, minimum being 12... so one slot is still open... I'd love for you to post another eligible one...unless someones faster...ha ha

  • xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex
    18 years ago

    I'm sorry if Sluvious wanted to repost, but I thought I had an orginal poem that would be accepted.
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    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.

    Ottava Rima:
    Consits of an eight line phrase with the rhyme scheme abababcc. A double Ottava Rima has the rhyme scheme abababcc dededeff.

    xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex

  • swill
    18 years ago

    Contest officially lies closed. Wonderful job, ye poets! Results coming up shortly...await them!

  • swill
    18 years ago

    Melissa....you're my winner!

    An absolute stunner of a poem by you, surely a winner....however this contest was so much harder to judge than others...really good quality stuff was submitted...Kali was a strong contender, and I could have chosen her poem too...but somehow Melissa's poem gave me the goosebumps that other pieces managed to give too, but none of them AS effectively. Superb writes everyone....

    Melissa you shall get your critique soon...when I find a poem of yours that my little head can try and critique...because you're obviously publishing material :)

    Have a nice day
    Dhaval

  • swill
    18 years ago

    darn double post :p

  • Melissa
    18 years ago

    Aaah thanks so much Dhaval, I feel completely honored... :) and am looking forward to your critique.

    Awesome poems everyone, I enjoyed the great reads!