End Date: November 4th 2007 (By Terra)

  • Mommy And Me
    17 years ago

    Okay i wrote this earlier today. makes no sense at all, and is very unflowy. haha. but here is what i want you to do.

    decifer a meaning that you see behind it and re-write it.

    you need to keep the dirt road and the oak tree.
    you need a form of butterfly.. it can be anything you want as long as it fits to how the butterfly fit into this poem.

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    Dead as Dust

    Walking along a path she watches her feet move
    Step by step along the dirt road
    The flowers are all wilted, there is nothing left
    But a lone oak tree in the middle of the path

    She begins to walk towards it
    As the sun begins to lower
    But then she sees it all to clear
    The specks of dust among the tree

    Afraid to take a step she falls towards the ground
    Her eyes then open wide as her hands hit the dust
    Where right between her hands, there is a butterfly
    Grey and dead it lays there, no life left to give

    A tear slips from her cheek, sailing to the dead beauty
    Where upon its wing it does hit, shattering it to pieces.
    She yells out to the heavens, cursing all the gods
    How could they let something so beautiful, just fall away and die

    She slowly begins to rise
    As looks beyond the giant oak
    Seeing something horrid
    She begins to walk towards it

    Along the path they are scattered with in
    Every step there are a few more
    Her heart aches in pain as she looks at them all
    Sleeping dead beauties with no life to give

    A lone oak tree sits in the middle of the path
    As around it the butterflies are dead as dust
    No more beauty is held within her soul
    As she falls towards the dust.

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    5 people maximum.

    A= 10 comments more then B
    B= 6 comments more then C
    C= 4 comments more then D
    D= 2 comments more then E
    E= Depends on how good it is. (between 1 and 5 comments)

    any questions just ask.

    -Terra

  • xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex
    17 years ago

    I'll give it a try. Is there a deadline?
    And can it be in a different format, ie. different rhyming scheme or what not?

    xTheEcstasyofSuicidex

  • Mommy And Me
    17 years ago

    Any format you want dear. umm... november 4th is the end date :-) lol :P

  • Teria
    17 years ago

    Imma give it a go. (:
    I have an idea of it and all, but it'll be a few days before I get it in.

  • Mommy And Me
    17 years ago

    Okay. sounds good. well you two.. and any others. i will be willing to add a week to the end date if needed. but no longer then november 11th.

  • Mommy And Me
    17 years ago

    Awe dear you see the thing about poetry is a thousand people can read the same thing and come up with a thousand messages. :-) lol :P i'm sure it will be grand when i read it :-)

  • xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex
    17 years ago

    I'm not retarded, I swear. >.<

    I'll get mine done sitting here if I can . . . but if not, hopefully in a few days. ^^

    xTheEcstaysofSuicidex

  • Mommy And Me
    17 years ago

    Its okay dear ! :-)

  • Teria
    17 years ago

    Lives Unlived.

    Silent screams about the dust rising from the old dirt road,
    with an oak tree to her right and a field of daisies to her left.
    She cries out to the unknown praying for an answer -
    save the lives unlived, fulfill the dreams left deserted.
    How wonderful it would be just to see them all so happy.

    With thoughts of joy and thoughts of love she turns to her left,
    but there's not but a butterfly floating about the rest.
    With millions of colors and beauty galore,
    she thinks of one life; unlived forevermore.
    How saddening it is to watch the beauty fall.

    Dreams of moutains topped with snow and fog,
    rising above them all, with smiles upon each face.
    No one knows the cost of what's left nor the cost of a heart,
    for each one is too selfishly falling rapidly apart.
    With rainbows of color galore.

    Butterflies they die off, one by one so slowly.
    No beauty is left for joy or happiness.
    It's but a life unlived paved with dirt,
    surrounded by trees with moss about.
    But, how wonderful it would be for all to happy.

    - - - - -
    Surely not my best.
    Lol. :|

  • Mommy And Me
    17 years ago

    Its fine dear :-) mine surely wasn't me best either. haha!

  • Mommy And Me
    17 years ago

    Okay this contest is closed... sense it is only two poems i am going to analyze them closely to decide whos i would like to have for first place.. i will have them judged in about a week and i will private message you both the results so you so you guys will not need to continually look for this post :-)

    -Terra