Fun, Oh, Fun! :]

Titles:
*Pink Brush.
1. Lush.Fcuk-* [Done]
2. HiddenxSoul [Done]
*Green Rag
1.Kyles Woman [Reserved]
2.XxJustYourAverageTeenageGirlxX [Done]
*Blue Chalk.
1. Synh [Done]
2.*Gem*-[Done]
*Orange Peel.
1.XRomancing The Darker SideX-[Done]
2.
*White Angel.
1.~Afraid Of Darkness~[Done]
2.Lucy The Lucililly [Done]

Rules:
-Two people per title.
-No Profanity.
-You can ONLY use the one color in your title ( no other colors allowed in poem )
-The title does NOT have to be in the poem, it can be the topic, idea.. etc.
-Due by April 30th or when all titles are in.

Prizes:
*1st: 5 comments, 5 ratings, place in faves.
*2cd: 4 comments, 4 ratings, place in faves.
*3rd: 3 comments, 3 ratings.
*4th:2 comments, 2 ratings.
*5th: 1 comment, 1 ratings.
( Two people with the same title can win, it\'s the five best poems, not the best out of the titles. )

Aahh. I dunno which I want more, White Angel or Pink Brush haha, uhh...can I please reserve Pink Brush?

"Pink Brush", please. :)

I guess i'll take.... blue chalk! :)

Orange Peel please? I have a rather odd idea for this... :)

Sitting in an old dusty attic room, she looks outside,
Wondering why her Mother takes her there to hide,
She can hear the laughter traveling up through the floors,
And tears fall down as she pulls at the lock on the door.

Her blue eyes are clouded with questions as she cries,
Looking at a reflection in a mirror, a beautiful little lie,
And from the corner of her eye she sets her sights,
On a pink painting brush that will get her through the night.

She finds herself a place to sit in the corner all alone,
As she paints a room that no one's ever known,
And in the middle, under the sun's bright shining rays,
She paints a little girl, smiling for the first time in days.

And in the background, there's a mirrored reflection,
Of an angel standing strong with eyes on perfection -
But when she looks close she sees that it is her,
And not even her pink brush could save her from this world.

-Jenna Elphick
April 19, 2007

((Story: a little girl with down's syndrome, and her parents hide her when they have guests because they don't want their friends to see her, based on a true story and also tied in with the whole theory of how this world and the people in this world will always judge, no matter the conditions.))

Could I reserve 'White Angel' Please? Thanks in advance.

-AOTD/Kurt

White Angel pretty please hehe.

Wings Of Pearly White

Darkness looming all around
Room echoes of what once was sound
Trying to reach out; to keep up the the fight
This poor little girl just wants to see the light

But the broken mirror that was once herself
Still mocks her from the second shelf
She can't understand why the world abandoned her
She's lost all hope and courage; or what once were

Lifeless soul of what lays beneath
This little girl has not an ounce of faith
Desperate to end her miserable existance
She falls through the bleak; like she's in a trance

So she throws in the towel; she gave up the fight
And to her astonishment she saw a white knight
An angel it was; with big soft white wings
And he showed her all of these magical things

The fairies and the unicorns
The dragons and the Leprechauns
The rainbows with the pot of gold
The sights she saw just couldn't be sold

The angel was a pearly white
Just his wings were a magical sight
He introduced the girl to afterlife
And told her that now she won't need the knife

This magical world still exists here today
So let the children run and play
Though the angel's world; some children miss
They never get to taste the heavenly bliss

A white angel with a unicorn for a steed
A fairytale perhaps? listen and take heed
Life is short so don't plan far ahead
And now I think; enoughs done and said

(C) Lucy Green

White Angel

Sounds reverberate off the sickly walls
As sobbing cascades through the bathroom stalls
Tears of sorrow trickle down cheeks of torment
Awakening emotions which laid dormant

Dangling upon an unwinding string
Attempting to avoid rejection's sting
Abhorring each deafening jeer
While sustaining a joyful cheer

A soaring eagle restrained by invisible chains
Stubbornly attempting escape and yet failing in vain
Struggling and resisting the oppressive force
Driving back the darkness to its original source

Devastation returned to prosperity
Nurtured and soothed by gentle sincerity
Bullied and beaten yet maintaining his sight
Came this great angel all garbed in white

© Kurt Hampton 2007

Blue chalk please x

Xx Blue Chalk xX

A little girl playing out on the street
Safe in the front of her house
Drawing pretty pictures on the path
Looking cute in her checked gingham blouse

She draws a mummy holding a tiny child
A big smile across her chalk face
She's cuddling the little girl close to her
In a tight and loving embrace

Then the little girl draws a man
With an expression of angry rage
She sticks her tongue out in concentration
Very talented for her age

She sketches the man raising his hand
About to strike, the now frightened, mom
The chalk scrapes across the stone floor
Where does she get her ideas from?

She draws the mummy lying on the ground
The little girl crying as she looks on
The man is laughing as he holds a drink
She draws a scene already foregone

The little girl steps back to examine her work
Her pictures spread out on the grey rock
She's told her life story across the ground
Drawn with her trusty blue chalk

*Gem*

Copyright©GemmaStott2007

Pink Brush
by HiddenxSoul

Standing in the mirror, staring fixatedly on her reflection,
She scans her body close, for her very own protection.
A delicate silhouette, shivering ever so slightly,
She picks up her gown, wrapping it around tightly.

Slowly moving her hand, she touches a sensitive breast,
Knowing that this flaw may be what puts her to rest.
A crystal tear drops from those golden brown eyes,
She wipes it away roughly, can't let anyone see her cries.

They say that pink is the colour, reflecting a deadly disease,
Breast cancer is a killer, and this woman is on her knees.
"Please don't let me die," she begs anybody who will listen.
Praying that soon her world will start to glisten.

A pink brush with fate, is all that it takes.
It steals you of a life, and raises high the stakes.
A fifty to one chance, or maybe make that a hundred.
"How could this happen?" she asks, bewildered.

Millions of people have suffered before,
Yet many are clueless to what is in store.
Be smart with your body, check it right through,
You never know if the colour pink will get you.

Orange peel

The peel from an orange
Being shed from it's skin
Disappearing from life
A returning within

No longer protecting
It's wonderful fruit
Going into the garbage
As a new recruit

Taken off so easy
Yet never put back on
The peel believes this
Must be some sort of con

But the peel gets dropped
And meets with someone's heel...
"Hey! I thought you were supposed
To slip on banana peels!"

Yeah, it goes from being very serious to somewhat corny and humorous. First funny poem I ever wrote, :)

I will do Green Rag!

Blue Chalk

Walking outside to her paper
A dark sheet of solid rock
She pulls out her newly sharpened pencil
A nice piece of blue chalk

Her white dress sways as she kneels
Black asphalt staining pure cotton
She touches blue chalk to hot pavement
And sketches what once was forgotten

A line here and perhaps a line there
She makes rough strokes against her sheet
Now and then erasing a mark once made
Her new drawing has to be neat

A face begins to form
Then another and one more
A body for one and the other two
A picture of her life before

Her life before the two split
Before that mean man told them so
He said for them to move elsewhere
Even though she had said no

Now her family owns two houses
One for mommy and one for daddy
They didn't need two houses, though
Why two houses for one family?

That mean old man in the black dress
He said for them to share the girl
As if she were some sort of toy
Or maybe a jewel, perhaps a pearl

She sits back and thinks with admiration
Her deep green eyes blurred with tears
Her picture was definitely beautiful
A portrait of her emotions over the years

Mommy to the right
Daddy to the left
Stuck in the middle is me
With a broken heart and soul bereft

Bump

Synh, you are not allowed to bump...and if you do this thread will be locked by the mods..

Do I have to reserve a title?

Mmm... i tihnk you do. pm the owner of the thread. doesnt look like anyone's been here lately

I havent reserved or anything but there was a space left for Green Rag so i have written a piece for that. I hope it is ok.
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Green Rag

A little boy sits in a room with tear filled eyes,
With the nickname forced upon him,
Is it any wonder why he sits there and cries,
With the nickname Green Rag impaled upon him.

His mother said he was an accident,
A drunken one night stand
She never felt any excitement
The moment he came into the world.

Every day the torments carry on
And with each one the weaker he gets
With nothing left for him to abandon
He feels it was the way to go.

Sitting in the corner of a locked room
With a shiny metal razor to hand
No more of being locked within his tomb
As the glistening stream begins to flow

Relief spreads through his tingling hands
As the razor drops to the floor
Ready now to perform his final commands
With a bottle of bleach sat beside him

Suddenly the key to the door turns
He has to think quickly so he downs the bottle.
Slowly everything going dizzy as it burns
His mother walks in with mouth to the ground.

A note she finds on the floor
Picking it up, she reads it ...You did this... it reads
Dropping the note she flees to the door
And it was then she realised she had a 7 year old son to care for.

-------------------NOT TRUE STORY-------------------

Story: A boy, who his mother was ashamed of, got told all of his life he was a worthless green rag and he got tormented everyday. But untill he killed himself it was then his mother realised what she had and then she regretted it.

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Would it matter if i added this poem to my poems?

Xx..Jo..xX

Yay just one more day :)

Honestly, this was the hardest contest I've ever judged EVERY SINGLE ONE of you did an amazing job.

Winners:
1st: HiddenxSoul.
2cd.~Afraid Of The Dark~
3rd:Lush.Fcuk-*
4th:*Gem*
5th:Lucy The Lucililly

But, I'm changing the rules a bit.. Anyone who didn't win still gets their poem entered commented.

Everyone who won please let me know the titles you want commented, and I'll get them done this week.

Thanks, teria.
GREAT JOB GUYS! :D

My two latest please

Congrats everyone, this was fun =)

Wow, thank you so much. Congrats to everybody else, too. ^_^ I really enjoyed this contest!

Could you please do:

`Behind the Crimson Door
`Once in a While
`This Flesh A Tomb
`Business
`Meet Your Master

Thank you.

If you could comment the following that would be great. Thanks in advance. By the way, great job everyone, i loved the poems written, they were flippin' brilliant.

1)Best Date Ever
2)Broken Heart
3)A heart
4) One Harmless Glance

Thank-you! =)

Ironic Allure
Slow Dancing On The Milky Way
Solemn Flowers

Beautiful poem Lucy