POETRY CONTEST!!!!!!!!
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POETRY CONTEST!!!!!!!!
POETRY CONTEST!!!!!!!!
Ok, rules:
No criticizing other works.
I reccomend you do rhyming petry, because I really dislike freeverse poetry.
Has to be at least two verses long (except haikus).
Have fun! Random poem:
White sun rising in the east
The ground the color of mottled yeast
The sand whistling through my hair
The sun unrelenting in a hot, hard stare
Can anyone win this survival race?
Water, water, in front of me, but not a drop to drink
Ah, what a mirage can do to my brain, to make me stop and think..........
I'm drowning, drowning, with no water to drink
In the midst of the mirage, my bloodshot eyes blink
It's gone, it's gone, gone with the wind
What have I done to deserve this sin?
My father, my mother, they're waiting for me
Beyond the pond, beyond the trees
In paradise, my true home,
At last I'll rest my tired bones
I walk with them, and hand in hand,
We walk away from hard, hot sand,
The desert, a thoughtless, selfish place.........
And no I'll have no weary back to bend,
Well, that is how this story ends..........
(Tell me if you like it!)
(September 26, 2014 - 7:29 am)
Love it!
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Soaring through the forrest
touching all the leavs
fall is coming, fall is coming
say goodbye to green.
The summertime is hot and dry,
the winter cold and brittle,
but in the fall
I do recall
feeling happy, though I'm little.
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The wintertime is cold and rough
freezing hands and falling fluff
The springtime melts the icy banks
calling birds and hearing thanks
for melting winter
stopping summer
and calling geese from going further
Summertime is scorching hot
burning forrests
but growing crops
Suddenly we long for fall
the best season of them all
For crunching leavs
and apple pies
and south-bound geese just floating by.
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I don't actually like fall more than the other seasons, they're all awesome. Hope you like it!
(September 26, 2014 - 4:02 pm)
Pretty!
(September 26, 2014 - 9:58 pm)
I love your poems, guys! Here's mine.
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There was an old lady who
swallowed an ant.
I don’t know why she swallowed
the ant.
Perhaps her food was scant.
There was an old lad who
swallowed a mole.
She was on a roll when she
swallowed the mole.
She swallowed the mole to catch
the ant.
I don’t know why she swallowed
the ant.
Perhaps her food was scant.
There was an old lady who
swallowed a carrot.
She had to ferret out that
carrot.
She swallowed the carrot to feed
the mole.
She swallowed the mole to catch
the ant.
I don’t know why she swallowed
the ant.
Perhaps her food was scant.
There was an old lady who
swallowed some dirt.
It didn’t even hurt to swallow
the dirt.
She swallowed the dirt to season
the carrot.
She swallowed the carrot to feed
the mole.
She swallowed the mole to catch
the ant.
I don’t know why she swallowed
the ant.
Perhaps her food was scant.
When she swallowed the dirt it didn’t
take long to learn
that she had accidentally
swallowed a worm.
So she swallowed another mole,
but that had its toll.
Her stomach began to grow and
shake to and fro.
There were certainly no maybes;
the moles inside where having babies!
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When are you going to judge?
(October 1, 2014 - 11:47 am)
Yah, when's the deadline?
(October 1, 2014 - 7:27 pm)
Brooke's poem is good-n't
while mine wouldn't
spend a tone of wooden
cleaning up it's shape.
My poem believes in mape
which isn't a shake
or drake
of some sort.
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| That isn't the one I'm sending into the contest. The one below it I'm sending though.
I look up and down
and I try not to drown
the water is so deep
I can't even squeak!
I see a shark
that could make a mark
and I quietly wish
that I wouldn't be mish
after he get's done with me
I am still sinking
the fish are winking
I feel real green
and the coral looks mean.
I'm pretty sure none
of you fellows bun
this horrible sung
poem of dung.
(October 1, 2014 - 8:02 pm)
Brooke E., my favorite line of your poem is, "I'm drowning, drowning, with no water to drink"
It's has a nice ring to it! P.S., why don't you like freeverse?
(October 2, 2014 - 5:09 pm)
Love it!
You have hair like fine silk,
You have skin like milk,
You have lips like rose buds, red and soft,
You are beautiful, kind, loving, wings aloft,
Your every living breath is sweetness,
You have every neatness,
You are the Princess Of The Universe,
You are you and don't ever, ever change!
I hope you like it! I <3 Poetry!
(October 2, 2014 - 6:54 pm)
Hm. Rhyming poetry, huh? I'm actually terrible at poetry of all kinds, but free verse I actually find more fun (but that's mostly because I get to forget all the rules and be HECKA pretentious...). Still, though, here's a rhyming poem I wrote a while ago, about a...crush. Yeah, crush poems. So classy.
(October 2, 2014 - 10:35 pm)
Secret
I hide it
I conceal it
yet throughout the day I feel it.
It's mine
I confine it
never to reveal it.
Cheetah
sunshine dapples the leaves
ferns rustle lush and green
a flash of gold and dappled pelt
already the prey is smelt.
(October 4, 2014 - 7:19 am)
Deadline is in three days.
(October 4, 2014 - 7:27 am)
Drip, drop,
Hear the droplets plop,
Slowly, slowly,
You drop lowly,
Water, water, all around,
Not to drink, but for the sound,
Tick, tock,
Sound of the clock,
The rhythm of the clock,
The rhythm of the drops,
Water, Time, so alike,
Yet not, it's like a strike.
(October 4, 2014 - 1:16 pm)
Nice!
(October 4, 2014 - 9:15 pm)
I'm thinking but I can't breathe
there's some monster inside of me
I never would have thought again
like a road of nothing that I just said
it's so magic it's extra plain
a drought a drought of pouring rain
chasing contantly standing still
I'm so healthy that I'm ill
take me away as I stand right here
I'll never leave but I will disappear
I get it yet I don't understand
you can make a wish but not a plan
confusing yes but isn't it odd
how the opposite of opposite is making me nod
I'm not sure about you but I think I know
that I'm probably most definitley not alone
ps my capatcha is totz. im not a toddler!!! or am i........
(October 6, 2014 - 6:56 pm)
I gasp for a breath,
I can not breathe,
Water, water surrounding me,
I breath it in, I can not stop,
I feel it going into my, lungs, limbs,
My heart feels ready to pop,
I see the fins
Of the shark,
I'm drowning, drowning,
Everything goes dark,
My heart is frowning upon the deep blue nothingness,
I see the Treasure sitting there,
I sink in awe and airlessness,
I dearly want air,
I see my life before my eyes,
Rushing, rushing, rushing by,
I hear the cries,
I can't believe I hear my cry,
(October 7, 2014 - 6:34 pm)
I have increased the poem deadline by one day..... keep sending!!
(October 7, 2014 - 9:11 pm)