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New poetry competition!
New poetry competition!
It's really just continuing the last one, but I don't think a whole lot of people are checking that thread anymore. So here goes--
The new theme is music! You can write about how music makes you feel, or what it is. You can write about a musical instrument, or playing in part of an ensemble... or Hamilton...
Anyway, be creative, and have fun!
(I will be judging on Wednesday the nineteenth of October, so please have them submitted before then :)
submitted by Shoshannah Lily, Deep in a book
(October 12, 2016 - 5:09 pm)
(October 12, 2016 - 5:09 pm)
Joining! I have an idea for what I want to write.
(October 12, 2016 - 7:11 pm)
(October 12, 2016 - 9:18 pm)
I'll join! Sorry, it's really long, but here's my poem:
I look up at the sky,
(October 12, 2016 - 11:58 pm)
I'll join, because I'm curious. But I don't expect to do well. I just have sort of been into poetry recently.
(October 13, 2016 - 8:09 am)
I heard you say Hamilton, and I couldn't resist! This is a really long poem, so buckle yourself in for the ride.
Alexander Hamilton
*woo ee woooo*
2016 in Broadway’s hall
And this
Musical is the focus of all
Why is a story about a bastard orphan
Such a hit?
About a ragtag writin’ lovin’ man who just won’t quit?
Yo! Turns out it had a plot line
So clever and emotional you’re countin’
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, and nine!
There are ten things you need to know…
Number One!
Aaron Burr, he’s a smart guy who wants to talk less
To Hamilton, who a talkin’ writin’ young mess
A new kid who is not throwing away his shot
No matter how many trials and challenges he’s got!
Number Two!
It’s time to see tonight’s story
Three sisters, fueled by dreams of future glory.
Refuting loyalists, brains and beauty they don’t lack,
You haven’t seen the last of these girls-- they’ll be back!
Number Three!
In New York City you’re at a winter’s ball,
And our three Schuyler Sisters have the guys in thrall,
But no one sees what going on inside,
These women are helpless and unsatisfied
Number Four!
No one at all can seem to stay alive
Washington’s getting annoyed, come on and meet him inside.
Alexander, history’s watching you, the waters ahead are rough
But don’t forget to come back home, that would just be enough!
Five!
We won, we won, we won!... but what comes next?
With freedom ahead and Britain your ex
Theodosia, dear, what to say to you?
Tomorrow, when there’s more of us, we’ll know what to do…
Number Six!
Back in song, we’re in act two!
What’d I miss--oh sacre bleu!
Already a battle in the cabinet,
Take a break from this mess, I’m not read for more yet!
Seven!
How do I say no to this?
How to get into the room where it is?
How to get Washington on your side?
How would you have known it’s the last time?
Number Eight!
Everybody here, welcome to the Adams Administration!
We know it’s a hurricane, we know we’re a brand new nation
But the pamphlet’s spittin’ truths, we whirl and we churn
And in the broken middles, we might seem to burn…
Number Nine!
When you can’t stay alive, when it’s quiet uptown,
When your world seems to die, when your election has drowned,
When your servant’s obedient, when you have the best wife,
When you duel and shoot and it’s the end of your life…
You count…
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Number Ten! Paces--
ALEXANDER HAMILTON!
(October 13, 2016 - 11:12 am)
(October 13, 2016 - 12:23 pm)
If you think you can interpret this poem, go ahead. I can't. Remind me next time to not write poems that are so deeply tangled in metaphors that I forget what they are supposed to be about. Clouded Leopard, that was an amazing poem!!! You are so talented.
DON’T LISTEN
Can’t you understand
there’s a song
inside my heart
It pulls my soul in
different directions
I can’t walk anymore
don’t listen,
don’t listen please
turn away
this isn’t about me
I want to see the thorn
in your foot
may I remove it?
Stop flinching,
this is about you
pretend I’m a shadow
there now
the thorn is red
why did you walk upon it
like the youngest mermaid—
her feet like daggers?
she bore too much
for her heart to hold
I don’t want to see you break
don’t listen
just look, please
this isn’t about me
open your eyes
you don’t have to hear
please don’t tell me
the tune of my heart
open your eyes
are we not equal?
Stand up
don’t worry
I’m here.
(October 13, 2016 - 3:54 pm)
I wrote this a while back. It's about the piano.
Fingers curved along the keys,
Pressure.
Sound
From the hammers
Striking the strings.
Vibration.
Notes
Like little black lines across the page.
A matching game,
Struggling to find
Which can be
Paired.
Plinks and plonks and bangs and crashes,
Thunder and lightning,
A trickle of rain.
Sound.
Music.
From a key.
(October 13, 2016 - 4:01 pm)
I'm joining! Here's my poem:
Slip on the headphones,
Don't mind the looks.
Get up on stage,
Forget the fear.
Put hands on the disks,
Make sure they ain't moist.
Put the beat through your mind,
and start to drop the bass.
Disks spin, speakers blare,
All while dancing hard.
Lasers flash, fog sweeps,
When you dropped the beat.
Lights shine, mics shriek,
After calling out to hear.
This is what a DJ sees
~Lynx<3
(October 13, 2016 - 7:57 pm)
Do you DJ?
(October 16, 2016 - 7:28 pm)
I'm learning how to! It's diffcult though.
(October 20, 2016 - 4:39 pm)
Pounding beat.
Something wakes.
A beast, ready to eat.
I look around finding--
I'm alone.
My arms are flying,
voice a moan.
I got this feeling:
Don't let go ...
Dot littles on a page singing
so
The sermon echoes through the walls.
Forget about your two left feet --
Falls.
Dead beat.
Done.
~~~
Done,
dead beat.
Falls ...
Forget about your two left feet,
the sermon echoes through the walls,
so
Dot littles on a page singing:
Don't let go.
I got this feeling:
Voice a moan,
arms are flying,
I'm alone!
I look around finding:
A beast, ready to eat.
Something wakes.
Pounding beat.
(October 15, 2016 - 8:19 am)
Oh, sorry. I meant to tell you that this section here:
I got this feeling:
Don't let go ...
Dot littles on a page singing
so
The sermon echoes through the walls.
Forget about your two left feet --
Are all lyrics from actual songs. Y'all will probably only recognize the first one though.
(October 16, 2016 - 7:50 am)
This isn't very good, but here goes. It got a little dark there, sorry.
Own the music:
Deep inside me somewhere
I know notes are sounding
To the rhythm of my heart’s
Pounding.
They say “dance to your own music”
So I wait for it to play
But somehow the rhythm of life keeps driving it
Away.
Other people’s songs
Louder than my own
Calling me to follow their pre-determined
Tone.
The words of the music I hear
Can’t be the ones I listen for
Stop trying. No one cares
Anymore.
And no matter how much I cover my ears
Or try to run away
Their tunes are the ones I hear; my own refuse to
Play.
Acid tears running down my face
Shouldn’t be mine, shouldn’t be here
But sometimes other people’s tunes are too hard to
Bear.
But I know, hiding in the pain and agony,
Urging me along
Go on, don’t give up, something’s there, my own
Song.
And someday I hope I will own the music.
And someday I know I will own the music.
(October 16, 2016 - 11:46 am)
I wrote this in the car today..... just some random thoughts on paper of where my imagination takes me when I hear these things.
The fiery strings of the violin
Burning across the melody
The crackling of an evening fire
Sending up sparks into the inky sky
The mellow blanket of a clarinet
Softly underlying and holding up the rest
The soft trickling of a winding stream
Rushing merrily over time-worn river stones
The airy breeze of the flute
Brushing across the music like the touch of a golden paintbrush
The singing of a lone bluebird
Pouring its heart into the wakening dawn
The deep throat of the cello
Drawing a hum of satisfaction from its contented throat
The dark grey of a rain-laden cloud
Hovering with the promise of rain
The harsh tones of the saxophone
Bursting out in glorious song
The lone cry of a soaring eagle
Ringing out over the barren ground
The methodical raindrops of percussion
Keeping the band on track
The wild storm of wind
Blowing everything away in its powerful precision
The elements of a band,
Coming together in harmonious sound
The elements of nature
Combing to make the harsh, beautiful tones of reality.
(October 16, 2016 - 1:14 pm)