Did You Get What You Deserve? The Ending Of Your Life.

Thank you for letting me go this far. I would like to reserve Midnight Hope.

I'll figure out a cool style soon. =]

Ciao~

Yay! Thank-you. Can I please reserve The Frozen Dancers?

Ehhhhhhhh. I didn't think I would be able to use someone else's title, but I found TWO that I really like. I was baffled. Problem is . . . I can't decide which one. So, in the event that there are so many titles to choose from, I'm going to say I'm either going to do "Broken Stars" or "Master, I Obey." I have ideas for both poems . . . so, I'll write both and whichever is better I'll turn in. Is that okay? =] I love you Mooie. =] Lmao.

Oh, and by the way, I was reading some of your old poetry . . . and you've come so far, Mooie! I'm proud of you . . . plus you used to be so dark and full of hate! Bravo for coming out of that stage! Okay. I'm done. =]

xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex

Hey Mooie...

I have a problem...

I dont think I'll be able to enter the contest with a new poem. If an old poem is acceptable, I can...but I cannot spare the time for a new poem because I have my exams going on...

If you can accept that, or any other scheme that requires an old poem...I'll be glad, because I really wish to enter. But if you can't do that, I understand. Don't wait for me then....cause I have loads to study if I am to make it to the next grade! :)

My dear Mooie --
I would think nothing less of you. All the great poets have to start someone where . . . and going back and reading old poetry [of great poets] is like watching a kid grow up. =]]

And, I wrote both poems. It sounded like you wanted me to post both, but I know I just interpurted [spelling?] it wrong.
The best one was "Broken Stars," but problem is it seems like it's sad unless you look at a different side of it. =// Eh. But, nonetheless, I'll just explain that side and hopefully you'll take it. Ok? Thanks dear! =-]

xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex

My One and Only [Mooie][Lol] --
I couldn't [think anything less of you!] Why? Because I watched MYSELF grow up. I love reading my old poems and seeing how BAD I was. It's actually hilarious. I'm SO glad someone kicked me in the butt and left me a harsh comment [I don't rememeber who, but I will find it one day..]
Anyways.

Awesome. I'll be sure to post them tonight or tomorrow. They're both done and have been since last night, but I have to transfer them onto a CD and then onto this computer. =/ I'm hoping my brother gets the internet running in my room, then it would be so much easier. [That's what I'm waiting for, otherwise, I'd have posted them all ready.]

I know you'll like "Broken Stars" over "Master, I Obey," but it happens. I'll explain them both for the "happy" meaning. Thank you. =]

Sorry for the book.

xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex

Thank you dear mooie! :D
I shall give my poem in by evening!

Mooie--
I was never "fake," but they just weren't good. Lmao. No, I put my poems on a floppy, but my pictures do go onto a Cd. Woo! Lol.

Anyways.

This isn't the "happy" you wanted, but I tried. It's about a girl defending a girl to the male master. The girl that needs to be defended is on the sidelines smiling [as is the defender] because the girl is standing up to the "master." Make sense? Eh, it's not a "happy" poem, but it's there.
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Master, I Obey {CinqTriosDecaLa}
Yes, master, yes -- I will swoon and obey your every command,
But I'll tell you right now, you're a fool of nothing of a man.
You can strut your cocky "thing" and bust a nasty, tasteless move,
But, to me you have got more than just your pretty looks to prove.
But, dear Master, you just might want to save her while you still can;
She loves you, though I can't see why, you're a nasty, thoughtless man.
I may oblige to your moves, but you're far from a perfect plan.
Yes, master, yes -- I will swoon and obey your every command,
But you better think twice because you have a lot more to prove,
She loves you, though I can't see why, you're a nasty thoughtless man.

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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.

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Ok. The happy point of few of this poem is that the young girl comes to realization that you can do anything you set your heart to and the Sky is proud of her for her realization. Make sense? I Hope you accept it. =/
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Broken Stars {La'Tuin} 4-09-2007

Laughing with composer, sat the sky,
Dangling, from a lamp, his toes.
He turned to me with a smile bright,
An ancient twinkle in his eye.

I could do nothing but grin so shy,
For in his eye was such a glow.
To ask my question, he seemed quite right;
I took a deep breath and sighed.

"How can I help you," he tried to pry.
"Tell me everything that you know,
"About the stars and yourself at night."
I challenged then, no longer shy.

"The stars that fall during the night . . . why?"
The answer I just had to know.
I gently pressed on with all my might,
"Why, like the stars, can I not fly?"

He pulled me on his lap, quick to sigh,
"There are many things we don't know,"
"But I can tell you this, late tonight,"
He kissed me then, about to cry.

"The stars in the famished, midnight sky,"
"Look beautiful, but only glow."
I was quick to state he wasn't right,
But he just shook his head and sighed.

"You see, stars are broken little guys,
Hanging on to all with a glow,
Stars are my tears that hang in the night.
So, you see, stars can't really fly."

The young girl shook her head; he did try,
But something all little girls know
Yet grown-ups seem to forget the site,
Is that you can do anything you try.

"Now do you see clearly, Mr. Sky?"
"All you have do to is start low,
"Gather all your strength and all your might
And hold on to hope; you can fly!"

With an ancient twinkle in his eye --
"You are the smartest girl I know."
He gently said, "Gather strength and might,"
He chuckled again and sighed.

Laughing with composer, sat the sky,
Dangling, from a lamp, his toes.
He turned to me with a smile bright,
An ancient twinkle in his eye.

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A strict syllable count of 9/8/9/8 is required per stanza.

In-Depth Explanation of rhyme:

Lines 1, 4, 5, 8, 9, 12, 13, 16 etc., all rhyme - this is the "A" rhyme.
Lines 2, 6, 10, 14 etc, all rhyme - this is the "B" rhyme.
Lines 3, 7, 11, 15 etc, all rhyme - this is the "C" rhyme.

xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex

(this is about how a photograph can give strength, in weak and frail moments. Metaphorical- Its not just about winter and a picture, its about difficulties, and pleasant memories. =) Thank you for letting me enter!

Picture This

Hailstones thrown and fierce wind blown
winter grayness reflects in my face
biting my breast, the black storm hones
and it scares my warmth out of this place

arctic wind hollows out my cheeks
and sharp shreds strike my somber eyes
the winter chill for war's sake speaks
a chill this heart has grown to despise

trembling fingers find a trembling way
into wet pockets, now deep with snow
they award not warmth or light of day
but promise to cure my winter woe

wrinkled paper unfolds a world
treasured between frostbitten hands
something so grand had lay there curled
power only the soul understands

warm blood conquers the body's cold
chapped lips bend into smiling sunlight
her picture ignites a heaven of gold
memories of paradise kindle the night

abysmal sky and a hailstorm alive
I needed an ember to glow and shine
a reason to live, a cause to survive
and within a picture, I have found mine...

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Dhaval

Quatrain
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

A quatrain is a poem or a stanza within a poem that consists of four lines. It is the most common of all stanza forms in European poetry.

In its narrow meaning, the term is restricted to a complete poem consisting of only four lines. In its broader sense, it includes any one of many four-verse stanza form.

I have mine... I hope that it is good enough... competing against EoS... lol

*|*It's about an abused girl who finally realizes, at Midnight, that she can stand strong no matter what happens*|*

Midnight Hope [Terza Rima Sonnet]

Hiding in the house, behind pale white curtains;
A girl, so lonely, afraid to step outside.
Her life, so broken, filled with things, uncertain.

Her pale blue eyes are constantly forced to hide;
Her skin, iridescent, in the harsh sunlight.
Her pillow is stained from the tears she has cried.

Scared, she flees from the warmth of light-
Bruised and broken, the tears well up in her eyes.
Watching her closely, what a horrible sight!

It's midnight again when she realizes:
She has the power to be able to cope.
She struggles on weak knees and no longer cries.

Strung out on her leash at the end of her rope-
It all came about because of Midnight Hope.

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This form of poem has an eleven syllable count in each line and a rhyming scheme of aba, bcb, cdc, ded, ee.
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Hope ya like it :)

Ciao~

^^^
One. She changed her name, just so you guys are aware.
Two. That really made my day. You guys are so great to me. . . [Blushes] thank you.

Jenna--
Thank you so so much . . . espically for the nominatoin. I appreciate more than I can say.

Mooie--
o.O
Hi!
[I felt you were being left out . . . so, I couldn't leave you out. Lol.]

xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex

I'll try and have mine in tonight, I just realized I'm the only one that hasn't written yet haha.

Frozen dancers lurch through the raven sky -
Watching over another pathetic fight,
Through a helpless little child's eyes.

Tears stream down as she holds her teddy tight,
Little palms held together, praying to God;
Watching over another pathetic fight.

And she finishes her prayer, starts to sob -
Wishing her Mother had the strength to walk away,
Little palms held together, praying to God.

Listening as a hand lands with dismay,
And she closes her eyes tight, plugs her ears;
Wishing her Mother had the strength to walk away.

In the morning, she's led through empty cans of beers,
Sunglasses hiding her Mother's broken eyes,
And she closes her eyes tight, plugs her ears.

She watches the houses pass as she flies down back roads and -
Frozen dancers lurch through the raven sky,
Through a helpless little child's eyes -
Smiling for the first time as she holds her Mother's hand.

-Jenna Elphick
April 12, 2007

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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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That's all I could come up with, I tried editing it a million and one times, but it never worked lol.

Happy meaning being, that if you want something bad enough and pray for it, it just may come true..in this case, the child got what she wanted and her and her Mother moved on ^_^

Thanks for letting me get this far. Three poems...

`*If Everyone Cared
`*Sweet Little Nothings
`*Miss Murder

Thanks and congrats winners!
Ciao~

First off.
I loved Jenna's poem. It was so sweet and uplifting...
I like the idea that Mooie MADE us write a happy poem...notice most of us started sad and gained "strength" for the happy. . . does that make sense? I love those kind of poems.
Great Job, Jenna.

And. Now.
I'm surprised I made it this far and to win means a lot to me.
Thank you for the interesting title from which I made a completely new poem. Sorry it was so long though.. =/
I'm just...Wow. Thank you so much. =]
And about the comments...I'm going to hopefully be writing a lot soon [I have a few ideas,] so maybe you could attack those? Or attack older ones? Either way, it's fine with me. =]

Thanks, once again. Congrats to everyone else!

xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex

Wow the poems sounds really good

Uhh..

Morningstar.
This Week The Trend.
Falling From Grace.
Grandmother's Pearls
&&
Lips Of An Angel.

Those are the only ones I can think of from the top of my head lol.

God

Picture Perfect Winter

Open Bottle

Winds of Change

Reckless Eloquence

Night

Lunacy

Reality

Thanks!