Here's mine! This is kind of a story as well- really long, sorry!

The Red Piano 

a little girl, dressed in white

looks through the window

and sees a sight 

drums and guitars fill the room

but in the middle of it all

resting in the gloom

the red piano.

her

piano. 

polished, shining,

simply good

made of darkened cherry wood

the lucious color of old red wine

full of sharp angles

and scratched out lines 

she swore to herself

I'll buy it someday

I'll get money somehow, anyway,

there're more important thing in life

than money, right?

right. 

~~~~~

a growing girl, dressed in gray

hoodie torn, pants starting to fray

her father had left last Saturday

he hadn't come back

it'd been six days

her piano sat under dull store lights

ready to play

ready to delight

her finger tapped the C sharp key

the shopkeeper screamed,

"get out! go! leave!

the sign says no touching,

can't you read?

you're always aroung here

just leave me be!"

so she left the store with a frown on her face

her red piano would have

to

wait.

~~~~~

a teenage girl, dressed in black

slouching over, like a hunchback

weighed down by her old backpack

filled with homework 

and things she lacked

her red piano still stood tall

through the years

through it all

standing outide in the cold rainfall

she longed to play it

after all

it was hers.

she watched it since she was young

she wanted it so much that her heart stung

she counted her money

not enough

why did I ever think i'd get enough stuff

to make and sell and earn and pay

life is hard when your father's away

but she stayed strong

through the pain and the strife

the music, the music, had saved her life

when she left this small town

and moved far away

she'd come back to buy her piano

someday.

~~~~

a grown-up woman, dressed in blue 

a smile on her face

looking through

the window she'd looked through all her life

seeing the piano

that kept her alive 

money in hand

walking into the store

keeping her promise, she swore, she swore,

she swore on her life 

and now she was here

she could almost hear the music in her ears

"you know what I'm here for

I'll take it home."

she knew in that moment just where it belonged

with her

for her

and her children to play

the red piano was loved that day. 

A Daft kind of Punk

Woah!

Hands in the Air!
Human after all

We are

Buyin’ it

Breakin’ It

Fixin’ It

After All

And remember:

Lose yourself to dance

ANd stay up all night to get- ohh

Up all night to get- owhhh

Up all night to get lucky; get lucky

And one more time…

Wait, don’t stop the dancin’- one more time

We’re gonna celebrate

Oh yea, alright; don’t stop the dancin’

Now, stop the music and go home; I repeat, stop the music and go home

Booooooo!
Hey! Ya ready? Hey! You ready now?

Yea!

Enter the Grid, a digital frontier

Try and picture info as it moves through the computer;

Is it ships, or cars, or MOTORCYCLES
Begin dreaming of this world, which you will never meet…

Untill…

Aerodynamite!!!!! Boom

Rock like a Robot

Even though you are Human After All

‘Cause this is the Prime Time of your Life!!!

Watch out for the Steam Machine, and the blips and beeps that come with it

Fly through the GRid

After all, it is the digital frontier

And after all, Superheroes, somethin's in the air…

And don’t let anyone slow you down.

Run ‘til you’re Derezzed

After all, you’re only in a video game…

Meet the Son of Flynn, he’s your boss

The future is here

This is the Prime Time of your Life, don’t waste it

ANd this may only be a Daft kind of Punk, but hey: Get Lucky!!

If I win or get placed, someone can NanoMail me about it!

~~~

It sits in its case, a tool of wonder,

A magical thing made of wood.

Infinite possibilities of music and delight

Of joy, of laughter, of song.

With a breath of air, notes can come out

Notes that can make you laugh or cry

Or dance

Or sing

Or smile

Or sleep

Really, anything!

With a fingering or two, magic comes out

That is chicken soup for the ear.

Press a key (or two or three)

And you will see

It cleanses and brightens your soul. 

Clarinet. 

Thank you for the wonderful poems, guys! Anyone else who wants to enter may do so before midnight on Tuesday. We'll have them judged by Wednesday evening.

Welcome one and all to Sho's Judging (assisted by my brother, the one and only Batman!) 

In third place, we have...

Rose bud with her Don't Listen poem! It's such a beautiful, haunting poem, full of emotion. We couldn't really grasp a meaning, but that isn't always necessary with poetry. 

Batman says: Mermaids have feet? 

In second place...

Mei! Thanks for entering the contest. I really like the sweetness of this poem, especially the line about the music being chicken soup to the ear. That somehow just... works!

Batman: Had fun guessing what this instrument was. Peace out-- I'm Batman. 

(could someone message this to Mei on NaNo? Tell her I say hi!) 

In first place...

Autumn Leaves! We love the way you picture things, and the way you alternate between nature and instruments is beautiful. Keep writing poetry!

Batman: Where are the violas? Violas are people too!

Me: Violas aren't people, they're instruments.

Batman: I know.

Me: Right... 

Honorable mention:

Booksy and Clouded

We enjoyed everyones' poems. Autumn, you can pick the next subject.

Hey guys, I'm really sorry I haven't posted today. I've been really busy with school. 

On that note...... thank you so much Shoshana! I was totally not expecting to win! I checked this thread first thing this morning, to see the results, and it totally made my day! 

Also, thanks Cho! I loved your poem; it was really haunting and beautiful. 

Now, since I get to choose the next subject, I'm ask you to write about my favorite thing in the world: Fall. The pumpkin spice frappichinos, the boots, the leaves, the pumpkin carving, Halloween, and everything else that makes this time of year so amazing! I love fall poetry. :-)

Do I still get to enter a poem, just for the fun of it?