The Tea Party

Requiem Please, Thanks.

Jeannie

Requiem [song of dark seduction]
By: Twisted Heart

He captures me with haunted eyes
As the music fills the room
In step with him, I start to glide
A welcome to the darkened moon.

No stars have come to bid me well
A haze has caught the gray of night
Inside his hold I feel the swell
Of distant calls that give me sight.

Another sound from him I hear
So close it sends to me a shiver
A taunting moan, it is so clear
A sweet seduction to me delivered.

I lose myself within his arms
No one to save me from his grasp
The music claims my ears in song
Bending towards my neck he laughs.

He pierces me with sweet ecstasy
And sips the taste of crimson wine
A destined fate or fantasy
Or maybe both, as one combined.

The music plays inside my mind
As I sink down to the ground
Now distant is the hands of time
As so the shattering of sound.

A gentle pain, now comes to me
Upon the mark that took my breath
No longer welcome fantasies
But chambered thought that come with death.

What was the band called? or was he the artist.. or huh? lol. i wanna look em up, the titles are interesting.. so id like a listen. =]

Arrgh... I either want to do Save Me or Temptation.... can I reserve temptation? :)

Spanks Babe

haha... I want Temptation or The Messenger.... lol......

=)

Can we Britney and I both do Temptation, if possible? Thanks!

^ If not, I'll do The Messenger

I'd like to reserve The Bazaar please.

The Bazaar

Through the bazzar,
This labyrinth of splendor,
She is chasing.

His scent on the air,
Filling her lungs,
Heart is racing.

Where could he be,
This angel of dreams,
Who sings on his knees,
And wants to be free,
I am waiting.

In this age of pandora,
I hunt his pure aura,
I can taste it.

This bazaar of the sacred,
Has left my soul naked,
I'm craving.

Touch now my being,
Too love is so freeing,
Come out from your mystic fog.
Stroll with me through this grand bazaar,
Though I know not who you are...

I hope you like it, it may read funny to some but when I am singing it in my head, it flows beautifully, so I hope you get it.

Hey whens the due date?

May we do more than one title if we wish? I have already entered one but I would not mind taking a stab at another if it is okay :)

Oh thanks poetess, I will be waiting lol

I'll take

- Walking Wounded

Does it have to be based on the song? Cuz I never heard of those people.

Weird... Jeff Martin. Thats my ex boyfriends EXACT name. HAHAHA!!!! and hes a really good poet, he got second place in our last slam. (i got first, sucks for him!) im pretty sure hes not canadian...

anyway... I'll do Save Me.

Save Me

Making me bleed with
your razor sharp words,
Yet when I make you hurt
The blame is set upon not
what you did wrong, but
how sick and twisted I am.

Can you save me from you?
What did I do to deserve such hurt?
Where did I go wrong?
Can you save me from me?
How many times must I prove how
Sorry I am?! I have apologized,
consistently, and you still refuse to speak
to me.

Save me, save me from the person
I used to be, or from who I loved,
Save me from the pain you caused
Me so many times before, but the pain
You caused me is the pain I apologized for.

I am sorry, but I can't take this anymore,
I love you for you and the fun we shared,
But I hate you for not saving me
When I needed you the most.

Allanah

This was uber fun!!! and written for Jeff Martin, a**hole he always will be.

I guess I will take underground please.

Poetess there are 2 titles left, it is sunday, is it okay if I do Babylon? lol

Sorry, I'll try to make my poem today and tpe it by tonight!!!

Not the best poem but this is all I could make up of.

Hope you like it :]

Walking Wounded

Walking wounded,
With the darts in my heart,
Walking wounded,
With the bloodstains on my clothes.

I fight for so many hours,
But yet seem to grow weak so fast,
Loading bullets in my gun,
But seem to waste them so soon.

I told my family back home,
I’d fight for them until the end,
I didn’t tell them,
That the end would be anytime.

I know I cannot give up,
And I know I cannot waste the hours,
To criticize myself,
For what I should have done better.

I have no room,
To make mistakes,
I have no room,
To miss the target.

See the enemies in the horizon,
With things they think they can beat us with,
Fighting seems so easy for us,
Nothing is impossible.

Got a bullet inside my chest,
But I cannot let that slow me down,
I need to fight for my country,
Even if I’m walking wounded.

Babylon

A gateway to the Gods,
We thought we'd never find,
A holy trinity found within,
Body, soul and mind.

Roll the stone back off your sins,
Let the light shine through,
Before the darkness swallows you whole,
Before there's nothing you can do.

The city lights can be so bright,
The lure can be too much,
You can lose it all be fore you start,
Before you know loves touch.

Kingdoms fall, only time survives,
Memories are all we leave,
This Babylon's fading into the past,
As each new day is conceived.

So kiss the sunshine, walk in its glory,
Before the night does fall,
You never know when morning comes,
If, still, you'll have it all.

Sorry it took so long!!! I hope this works!!!

Underground

There was a man
Who I once new
And always swam
Into tears so blue

He had no house
But lived underground
And dwelled in the sewages
Where all he could hear was echoing sounds

You could hear him cry at night
For hours at a time
I don't know why
But he would sing songs that don't rhyme

Songs so sad
I cried with him
Feeling sorry for his past
And I would try to see him in the light so dim

He hid his face from the world
Ashamed of the thoughts of mankind
Even though I told him
That he needs peace of mind

Though I did nt see him
I slowly grew attached
Somehow I felt that
We were friend matched

But one night
I did not hear a cry
So I thought the worst
That he actually died

I called his name
Outside in the cold
And got no reply
So I decided to be bold

I crawled inside
The sewer so dirty and black
And what I found
Was the man lieing by a sack

I shook him gently
And he jerked awake
Because he got scared
Trembling with a big shake

His eyes grew big
Put his hands to his face
Said,"Please don't hurt me!"
And hung is head in disgrace

I explained to him
It was alright
I came to check on him
In the middle of the night

He was bewildered
By my response
His face grew soft
And sat up and ensconce

We chatted for a while
Becoming very good friends
Understanding eachother
Then he told me it was the end

The end of his journy
The end of his time
So now he had to
Say goodbye

I understood what he said
And couldn't help but crying
He wiped away my tears
Before dieing

Now he's gone
Yet my heart has found
Peace for the man
Who lived underground

Ok. So, I wanted Babylon and wrote a poem for it and thought I reserved the title. Apparently, being absent minded as I am, I didn't reserve it like I thought. =/ Problem? Probably.
So, I'm wondering if you would allow two per title. If not, that's fine [and I'll edit the poem out.] If so, here it is:
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Babylon {Ode}

Sing to me a song,
Nightingale of Babylon;
A voice of the gods.

Precious angel,
Whisper stories
By nights long gone
Of your sweet sin;
Oh please, pull me in.

I do not mind,
To hold your kiss,
Within my thoughts.
My heart is true,
I will wait [for you.]

Dear Nightingale,
Do not fear the fast pacing hours;
I will stray no further
Than your heart.

Precious angel,
Whisper stories
By nights long gone
Of your sweet sin;
Oh please, pull me in.

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An Ode is a poem praising and glorifying a person, place or thing.

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Awe, thank you so much. I really appreciate it.

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I'll take Fire in the head.

I didn't realise it had to be 10 lines long. Tell me if this can still work, if not I'll do another one. Sorry for the inconvience.
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Fire in the head
By Sarah Elliott

Burning
Dreaming
Fighting
Screaming
Fire in the head burning, I'm dreaming
I am now fighting and I'm screaming

Tyburn

A six line poem consisting of 2, 2, 2, 2, 9, 9 syllables.

The first four lines rhyme and are all descriptive words. The last two lines rhyme and incorporate
the first, second, third, and fourth lines as the 5th through 8th syllables.

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[I may be too bold to say this, but:]
In my opinion, Tyburns are [so] lifeless. I mean, they're so uncreative [is that a word?] and have no real meaning to them. I mean, you repeat yourself like a bad habit. =/ Uh-oh.
I know you can do [so] much better, if I may say so. Come on, Sarah! Pour your heart into it! How cool is that title? I have awesome ideas just sitting here thinking now! Lmao. I'm cheering for you, Sarah!

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Temptation

She walks through your halls,
The halls in your mind.
In front of you she flaunts.
No where you can hide.

Temptation is calling...
Can you resist it?
Or are you going to...
Just lean back and sit?

Of course not you fool.
Temptation is rising.
You cannot resist.
Your insides are crying.

She sculpted her body,
Into perfection.
Another soul falls,
Into Temptation.

Sorry it took so long :)

Thanks Sheena, If I can get another one done, I will. If not, I'm going to leave it.

^^^
Completely understandable, but I'm still rooting for you! ;]

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Are we just waiting for ' Singing ' to get done with his/her poem?

Poetress-

Can you leave that title out and just judge the contest?

I hope no one minds.. I did "The Messenger."
I didn't reserve because I didn't know if I could do it, but I did.. I hope that's ok, Poetress..
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Oh, a Heaven of Destiny,
Promised me a kind hand,
To lift me up so I could see,
All truths across the lands.
Find my true faith is what I need,
A silent prayer as I agreed.
....Find my true faith.
....Find my true faith.
Find my true faith is what I need.

A messenger was sent to me,
With a shine in his eyes.
"Tell me your wish," he'd said with glee,
"I want to learn to fly!"
"Would you believe what you can't ignore?"
"Just pray and you'll get your reward."
"...Would you believe?"
"....Would you believe?"
"Would you believe what you can't ignore?"

"Messenger," I asked with dismay,
Hoping he'd understand,
"Could I speak to my God today?"
He slipped me a kind hand;
"Have hope and pray," is all he said,
With a gentle kiss to my head.
"....Have hope and pray."
"....Have hope and pray."
"Have hope and pray," is all he said.

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The Trijan Refrain, created by Jan Turner, consists of three 9-line stanzas, for a total of 27 lines.
Line 1 is the same in all three stanzas, although a variation of the form is not to repeat the same line
at the beginning of each stanza. In other words, the beginning line of each stanza can be different.
The first four syllables of line 5 in each stanza are repeated as the double-refrain for lines 7 and 8.
The Trijan Refrain is a rhyming poem with a set meter and rhyme scheme as follows:

Rhyme scheme: a/b/a/b/c/c/d,d refrain of first 4 words of line five /c

Meter: 8/6/8/6/8/8/4,4 refrain/8

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I'm glad. I actually liked the outcome.
Wooooo. Juding. I've been waiting for this FOREVER.

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[[Throws arms in the air.]]
Wooo! I'm so glad. I fell in love with that poem when I wrote it [I hope that doesn't sound conceited] but it's probably one of my most favorite poems... Thank you so much for the first place. =]]]

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Thank you for the comments.
And in answer: The ratings are low because someone keeps downrating everything I put up. [Sighs.] But, I tell myself it's because they're jealous... yeah.

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Congrats everyone!