9-HOUR Contest. (FREE CHOICE)

Post everything, anything, nothing. No subject, no type-of-poem, and no length restrictions.

The catch? You have to write the poem between now, 1pm, and 12am, my time. If you don't know what time that is for you, look at the time this was posted according to P&Q and add nine hours. Duh.

PRIZES: ONE winner, 7-10 r/r/c, maybe more, depending on how interesting your poems are, but a minimum of 7. Perhaps a few honorable mentions will get some r/r/c's too.

My Crusade

Love has killed me
And revived me
It toys with me

I am sure it will be the death of me
But I welcome it
To feel love crushing my heart

Consuming me one last time
I shall die with love on my lips
Never will it taste so sweet

Bitterness would be never feeling it again
A great loss indeed
One I am not willing to make

When I close my eyes to embrace destiny
I want to say
I fought for love

Passionate
Selfish
Fiery
Insane
Egotistical love

The bane of all existence
Not hate
But love

What is hate but love
Fiery, passionate, protective
Love

Freely given
Misunderstood
Complicated love
Such madness from a simple word

Stars Crashing To The Ground
By: Twisted Heart

Oh this night of nights I weep
Void of love and lack of sleep
Inside my heart a yearning fair
Lent to the mask of Soul's despair.

A hunger burns inside my breath
Of tainted ruins and cold caress
Upon this night a lonely sound
Stars fade and crash upon the ground.

No light comes now to calm my pain
Visions of heartache still remain
Forever lost among my dreams
Filled with pangs of misery.

The tattered moon cries tonight
Tears fall on stars lost from sight
Within the sky no star is found
They've all crashed upon the ground

With troubled eyes that seek relief
Stars cross against the moon that weeps
Within the soul no light is seen
Just remnants of sad memories.

If I could hold the moon so fast
Inside my soul it's glow would last
Then too those lonely stars be found
No longer crashing to the ground.

Fall Out Boy Lyrics
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Reverse This Curse [Glosa Verse]

Stomp out this disaster town.
We're throwing stones at a glass moon.
We bullet the words at the mockingbirds.
Smash the mirror and break the palm reader's hand.
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We were throwing words around like they didn't mean a thing -
Hurting each other and destroying everything.
How could we let ourselves down like that?
Rumors and lies replacing all truth and facts.
So comeback Baby - Let's Reverse This Curse.
Pick up the broken pieces off the ground -
Only you can heal this tattered and bruised heart;
So take my hand and we'll try for a fresh start.
Let's search for the love that we once had around.
"...Stomp out this disaster town."

We can move on, you know we have that strength;
It might be hard, but we could do it, at a length.
So let's forget the past and look ahead -
Remember the good times, not the bad, instead.
So comeback Baby - Let's Reverse This Curse.
I can feel that our time is coming soon...
So turn on the radio; we'll dance to our song;
It's been stuck in my head all along.
Let's watch as this old clock strikes noon.
"...We're throwing stones at a glass moon."

Who cares what they say? Have we listened before?
Because you and I know we've never wanted nothing more.
Some will talk and others just won't care;
No matter what, I'll always want you there -
So comeback Baby - Let's Reverse This Curse.
Forget about what was said or misheard -
So come inside and shut that front door;
I just can't being without you anymore.
Let's stop muttering all these useless words.
"...We bullet the words at the mockingbirds."

You can be my Superman and I'm your Kryptonite -
Some say that we are wrong; let's not ever be right.
We could count the stars or just kiss the sky -
I could be your girl, you could be my guy.
So comeback Baby - Let's Reverse This Curse.
And maybe, for once, we can understand:
We're the only ones who could fix us now.
I just want to be better that I am...
"...Smash the mirror and break the palm reader's hand."

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Glosa-Verse: A Spanish form invented by court poets in the 14th and 15th centuries. An opening quatrain, called a 'cabeza' is chosen from another poet, or song. The glosa elaborates or 'glosses' on the quatrain with four ten line stanzas, their concluding lines taken consecutively from the quatrain and their sixth and ninth lines rhyming with the borrowed tenth.

Ooh. I will give it a go! I need to write a new one lol

Galaxy of Ivory Keys Accented with Obsidian

two bodies sharing the bench
one set of hands working magic
three notes float to our ears

long slender fingers
dance a complex ballet
across ivory keys accented with obsidian

music swirls around us
leaving me in awe of his talent
never has one heard such beauty

though my head finds his shoulder
the sweet melody keeps coming
giving us our daily dose of sugar

a tear slips down a cold pale cheek
as it gazes upon the dusty layers
coating those ivory keys

a memory arises in her ears
knees becoming weak at such elegance
notes intertwined creating a galaxy

each note played once more
another star appears in the vast openness
ivory keys accented with obsidian leaving a piece in the sky

the bench that once held love
now sits empty in the corner
for desires of a dance have slipped through his fingers

Romancing with Naivety and Beating Hearts [Licentia Rhyme Form]

You`re dying to look cute in your low-rise jeans,
As you head into town, you just turned eighteen;
Harlequin`s running high tonight and you know,
That there'll be no battle scars left out to show.
You`re all done up and the gents turn and stare,
As you stand alone, a few minutes to spare;
Practicing cute lines over in his head,
He asks if you`d like to have a drink instead;
He learned the art of time a few days ago -
Took the chance to perfect it and tonight, that shows.
You`re dying to look cute in your low-rise jeans,
As you head into town, you just turned eighteen.

Harlequin`s running high tonight and you know,
That there'll be no battle scars left out to show;
You throw out resistance and ignore your thoughts,
The pounding in your head is what alcohol bought;
`Cuz a head filled with naivety is sure to have room,
For the side effects of the alcohol you consume.
He looks down at his wrist, surely it`s time to go;
His wife will be mad if he decides not to show -
But the smell on your breath, the look in your eyes;
They leave room for him to make a compromise.
You`re dying to look cute in your low-rise jeans,
As you head into town, you just turned eighteen.

You`re all done up and the gents turn and stare,
As you stand alone, a few minutes to spare;
And he leads you out, as he locks on your arm;
Taking you away, starting off with his charm -
But judging by your staggering stability,
He`ll take away what`s left of your credibility.
You ignore the devil on your shoulder tonight,
Because in those twisted sheets, he makes you feel right;
Romancing with naivety and beating hearts:
He`ll leave you to deal with your angst as you fall apart -
You`re dying to look cute in your low-rise jeans,
As you head into town, you just turned eighteen.

-Jenna Elphick
August 26, 2007

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The Licentia Rhyme Form, created by Laura Lamarca, consists of at least 3 12-line stanzas with the following rhyme scheme: aabbccddeeAA, BBffgghhiiAA, CCjjkkllmmAA

Hey, thanks everyone.

Hellon, you exceeded the time limit, you're disqualified. Sorry!

Judging will take place shortly.

Too bad Hellon. I loved your poem :)

One Shot.by Jessica

Thrust backwards by the force of hate,
Relinquishing power over twisted limbs,
Sweat and blood soaking into salty wounds,
Fury etched into a face, fading as the light dims.

Sharp intakes of breath; ruby streams released.
Pain trickles, final beats echo, a soul left to rot.
Lifeless eyes mirror shock; color gradually drained,
Adoration shattered; you killed me in one shot.

Wooppss. Sorry, I didn't realise that this had finished.

Okay, judging now! Sorry everyone!

Okay. Dam. Well, unfortunately, change of plans again. I have some other matter I have to take care of at the moment, but will judge as soon as I can!