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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)
Falter in your stride,
Look for redirection,
Depths fall before your eyes; swallowed by the water,
fight
Falling down, the water rushes at your heels,
The hounds of the hunt,
Yet all at your level,
Falter in your stride
redirection
Blue on black
Brackish
falling
Struggle in the depth falling before your eyes
redirection
Death,
Clawing at your heels,
The master of the hounds,
All-embracing
Falter in your stride,
Seek the redirection when you never had any to begin with,
Struggle,
Shatter the cold embrace
Run through the prison grounds,
back
Run away from your troubles
Run… away… run … away… rujnnne… awwaaygvghhb
Falter in your stride…………Reeeddddddiresxctiokjmn
Strfaghuiklwe
FAlkjhter
Diueeeghgvb
dore3nwijhnbg
(December 21, 2016 - 8:52 pm)
Is it too late to join? If not...
Untitled
I'm drowing
In all the responsibility
I'm drowing
Because I cannot see
I'm drowning
With no one with me
I'm drowing
Goodbye, Natalie
(Randomness with no especial meaning. Interpret it how you want too!)
(December 21, 2016 - 9:32 pm)
I will definitely join this next round, if there is one!
(December 26, 2016 - 8:46 am)
Ahhh I'm sorry this is so late! :(
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Honorable Mention: Moonlight! Your poem is short but sweet, and very relateable. I like the last stanza. It ties in your name, adding a nice touch of personalization, while still keeping the rhythm. Great work!
3rd Place: Poetry! I really liked your entry. The ending line was funny, but also morbid... Whoa. The piece was very smooth, too, it had good flow.
2nd Place: Gared! I enjoyed how you faded out the words into nonsense characters, which kind of makes me wonder what happened! Very haunting.
1st Place: Shoshannah! The ryhmes were excellent, and they didn't feel forced. The idea of it being told to death is an interesting one, the execution was lovely. "Steal corpses, wouldn't you?"
(December 26, 2016 - 12:41 pm)
Congratulations to the winners!
(December 26, 2016 - 1:41 pm)
Thanks, Abi! The next theme is the word over. Over like finished? Or over like above? Or another meaning I just can't think of right now? Up to you; be creative and have entries in by January 2nd!
(December 26, 2016 - 7:13 pm)
It is over.
Give up.
It’s over,
run free.
Leave your past behind,
Be careful with that future,
You get only: one.
Root yourself to your last friends,
entwine your fate with your third grade teacher’s,
‘cause it's over.
Take the past, and make it your battle plan, 99¢.
It's over,
The past is dead,
ALLHAILTHEPAST.
Entwine your fate with that of your preschool friend,
She’s gone,
Her story is over for you.
Take the five-year-old board game: it’s your play,
Think quick- you’re standin’ on a spinning frisbee.
Take what’s old and over: your offense strategy $19.99
Run on the treadmill,
Run away from your nightmares,
Cowardice saved the almost present: try it again.
Its over.
Shut up and accept that.
NEVER!
TAke the clue: it's your escape strategy: $99.
Run on the treadmill from your blessing’s murderer.
Run as fast as you can: you cannot catch him,
He’s the gingerbread man.
IIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
IIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
OOOOOOOOOVVVVVVVEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
NO!
Cling to the past: it's all you have.
Root your feet in the drying earth.
Draw your sword,
Launch your offense at the one thing that can help you, it's your downfall: 1¢.
The past is over,
What you fought for is shattered,
It's over.
Pray to the spoils of the past,
Think fast: you are on a fallin’ frisbee,
Think faster: you’re in the ground.
Plug in the broken speaker: it's your resistance $100,000
Entwine your fate with your goldfish: it's all over.
Entwine your fate with the Over: the past.
It's over.
Look at the shattered diamond: diamonds are forever,
Pick up a shard of the shattered diamond: it's your past: $∞.
(December 26, 2016 - 7:56 pm)
It is over.
Give up.
It’s over,
run free.
Leave your past behind,
Be careful with that future,
You get only: one.
Root yourself to your last friends,
entwine your fate with your third grade teacher’s,
‘cause it's over.
Take the past, and make it your battle plan, 99¢.
It's over,
The past is dead,
ALLHAILTHEPAST.
Entwine your fate with that of your preschool friend,
She’s gone,
Her story is over for you.
Take the five-year-old board game: it’s your play,
Think quick- you’re standin’ on a spinning frisbee.
Take what’s old and over: your offense strategy $19.99
Run on the treadmill,
Run away from your nightmares,
Cowardice saved the almost present: try it again.
Its over.
Shut up and accept that.
NEVER!
TAke the clue: it's your escape strategy: $99.
Run on the treadmill from your blessing’s murderer.
Run as fast as you can: you cannot catch him,
He’s the gingerbread man.
IIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
IIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
OOOOOOOOOVVVVVVVEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
NO!
Cling to the past: it's all you have.
Root your feet in the drying earth.
Draw your sword,
Launch your offense at the one thing that can help you, it's your downfall: 1¢.
The past is over,
What you fought for is shattered,
It's over.
Pray to the spoils of the past,
Think fast: you are on a fallin’ frisbee,
Think faster: you’re in the ground.
Plug in the broken speaker: it's your resistance $100,000
Entwine your fate with your goldfish: it's all over.
Entwine your fate with the Over: the past.
It's over.
Look at the shattered diamond: diamonds are forever,
Pick up a shard of the shattered diamond: it's your past: $∞.
(December 26, 2016 - 7:58 pm)
(December 30, 2016 - 6:42 pm)
Can I join this round?
(December 30, 2016 - 9:54 pm)
Please do :)
(December 30, 2016 - 11:22 pm)
Cool, I'll enter this.
(December 31, 2016 - 1:25 pm)
gave up.
(December 31, 2016 - 2:55 pm)
never mind.
(December 31, 2016 - 3:33 pm)
To Have It Over
There's a note
written
under his left elbow.
Buy milk,
it reminds him—
his sister just did.
In thin, slanted scrawl,
the handwriting is so much nicer
than his own
(it's not perfect)
(it's a little too jagged in some places)
(and a bit too round in others)
(he thinks it's beautiful anyway)
On her right hand
there's a doodle.
Waves, rows of them, all different
when she presses all her fingers together
it's an ocean
tiny fishes and overlapping patterns
opening her palm causes them to morph
almost unrecognizeable
broken
but she knows she can always
close the distance
between her digits
and make them whole.
She didn't draw it.
She doesn't know who did.
There's someone, though, out there,
who did the drawing
on his or her hand,
who has her scribbled notes and paint splatters
dotting their arms.
Her other half is somewhere out there.
Some people never find theirs
waiting forever
and on and on
until breath stops and death prises them from this earth
and they depart
half-lived, half-slipping
without a full soul
because one plus one is two
and two equals full.
Shared messages across smoothened skin
isn't enough,
her fellow unfound friends say
in their... candid moments,
heads buried in arms
glass bottles stacked around
like walls.
They can't wait any longer
(the pain kills, it's not over)
(will it ever be over)
(really, life is pain)
but they have to.
One, two, three, four.
Counting out days and breaths and moments
until, until, until.
Strangely
he isn't so impatient.
He has this feeling
that he's going to meet her, somedayH
he doesn't know how he knows
He just knows that he does
Someday, someday, someday
It's a mantra, a chorus,
he plays it in his mind when he's depressed.
When his sister runs into her soulmate, brings her home
his parents laugh and everyone cries
(but happy crying)
They complete each other, yes,
and he sees a fuller, realer version of his sister,
and wonders who he really is, who he'll be
when the pieces click, like
jigsaw puzzles.
The ones he used to love as a kid.
He says to himself—
someday, someday, someday.
She lives off of—
someday, someday, someday.
They breathe, they feed on, they hold onto the glimmer of—
someday, someday, someday.
And someday is good enough for them,
(it has to be, doesn't it)
because then the wait will be done
and they're sure
it will be worth it
to have it
over.
(December 31, 2016 - 2:07 pm)