Free Verse

Give me skilful free verse...let it flow...

....until we have five poems, of course.

My masterpiece
By Yuna

The music flows through my veins,
it fills every crevasse,
every open space
filling me up with pleasure,
and hope.

My fingers start to move,
moving across the open paper.
making marks here and there
only stopping to think.

The music continues to play,
as my fingers continue to move.
The ups and down,
the peaceful notes.
plays a melody so soft
that angels must compete.

By the end of the song,
my fingers place the pen softly down,
my eyes scan the words,
so well put,
and exclaims,
"A master piece"!

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Hope you like it!!!

Tainted Purity

Little porcelain doll,
With skin as smooth as ivory silk.
Rose colored cheeks, a cherry blossom smile.
Quietly sitting upon the down feather bed.

She sits and watches the world go by,
With sparkling glass eyes.
Taking in every moment, every word;
Emotionless, never stirring from where she rests.

As the world grows darker from words of hate,
The doll is tossed from where she lay.
She falls, crashing to the floor below.
Her once perfect face now cracked, her smile is broken.

She lays beaten, battered, beyond repair;
But the world is blinded by anger and greed.
No one notices the dying girl upon the ground,
Nor the tears that fall from her empty eyes.

She cries for the damned upon the earth,
Unable to scream out her fears.
Growing colder with time, the world is lost;
As death kisses purity's fragile lips.

Amie

Vanilla, I'm sorry but I can't accept that poem. It's not free verse. One more to go.

***Wasn't going to post...but noticed one last spot was open. Here you go. Unless someone posts right before me...***

Clinging to this burnt photograph,
blackened smiles that make me laugh.
But sting my eyes with tears,
pieces of broken glass pulling out my memories.

Tearing up this perfect photograph,
shreds of sorrow falling like crooked petals,
softly, silently, falling into a pile of romantic cliches.

Pour my life into a paper cup,
the exigent ashes fall and I can't pick them up,
as I stand in the mirror, spilling my guts.
I saw us lost in this photograph,
thought that nothing brought up the past?

Slices of agitaton drifting aimlessly upon my breaths,
the accumulating dust of broken cigarettes,
benevolently rolled up in enigmatic regrets.
Choking as fingers slip gently down my throat,
tenderly smothering tears concealed from those I love,
and I gag; retching fiery hatred through my lips
I'm left breathless by your stare.

Caressing this photograph,
smooth like skin, rough like alcoholic aftermath.
My heart is dented,
over aesthetic women who I've lamented,
bleeding hopeless desires through a broken etch-a-sketch.

Throwing out these photographs,
into the trash with my tears and laughs.
I feel your kisses fade as they slip into the night,
away from my tongue, away from my hollow corpse,
then again, maybe I'll be alright.

Dang! Oh well. Maybe next time.

So does this mean the contest is closed? Or can there be more entries??

@ The Tasteless: I'm a "he" ;)

Okay, since it's just five poems, I decided to pick just one winner, and that would be Bob Shank...powerful piece with an explosive end, loved it....however I believe that the use of unconnective phrases, instead of sentences took some away...I have known your work, and I know its the style you write and prefer to write in...albeit unique, I would prefer a more...flowing work...just my opinion and hey, you were still good enough to win so you must know that I really enjoyed it

One more note, Dailin Coldfire's work was impressive too, however it failed to win....I might've even considered it had I not discovered that a part of the lines of the poem were influenced/inspired by a RHCP song...and the lack of acknowledgement got me smelling fish....anyway, a word of the little advice I can give: try not to use song lines in your work, it takes it away from your actual write which was impressive, and also it was slightly more direct for me, a metaphorical piece would have been really something, with your descriptive talent...

Thank you all for participating,
Dhaval

Ah, not like this would change your mind but...
The only song I know by Red Hot Chili Peppers would be "Tell me Baby"....
I dislike the assumption.
Though Bob shank's poem blew mine away regardless...I would rather not have anyone assume I use lyrics from songs (Excluding one poem where I did it purposely) just because you know the lyrics.
Thanks for the good comments you left, though...appreciated.

Pour my life into a paper cup,
the exigent ashes fall and I can't pick them up,
as I stand in the mirror, spilling my guts.

^^
It's just that I found this remarkably similar to the fourth stanza in "http://www.musica.com/letras.asp?letra=1895"

MAybe it's a miracle, maybe its a coincidence.