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  1. Torana

    Torana Contributing Member Contributor

    Mar 13, 2007
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    85th Poetry Contest

    Discussion in 'Bi-Weekly Poetry Contest Archives' started by Torana, Jun 5, 2009.

    Poetry Contest

    The commandments:

    * The poem must be based on the theme I set if not it will not be entered.
    * Only one poem per member or they will be deleted and you will be stricken from the contest.
    * No editing a poem once it is submitted without prior permission. So please PM me before you edit you poems or I will have no choice but to delete your poem without warning.
    * The poems are to be entered into this thread.
    * No soliciting votes. Do not ask people to vote for you, or attempt to cheat the system. You will be caught, and then I'll have to think of some suitable punishment for you.
    * Put the title at the beginning of your poem. You will receiv a PM and have 24 hours to put in a title, or it will be removed and you will be notified by PM.
    * Each poem must be a minimum of 7 lines, if you do not write a minimum of seven lines, it will be removed.
    * You are not permitted to post this piece of poetry within the forum under any circumstances, until such a time that the contest comes to an end and voting has begun.

    Failure to abise by these rules (subject to change) will result in a PM and your poem being removed from the contest. These are not hard rules to follow.

    The entry stage will end in six days, on the 11th of June, 2009, whereupon voting will be opened.

    The voting stage will end after three days, on the 14th of June, 2009. The winner will have their poem stickied in the Poetry Thread for a week following their victory.

    This week's theme (courtesy of ) is: Getting Lost

    Be imaginative and have fun :) Please PM any suggestions for future themes to myself and they will be used in the order in which they are received.


    PS. Any questions which haven't been answered in this thread should be directed to myself.
  2. Castlesofsand

    Castlesofsand Banned

    Mar 19, 2009
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    lost and getting there

    i try to write a poem
    replace the one was lost
    but creation is a problem
    my brain cells are the cost

    i don't want something pretty
    that sparkles in an eye
    or brings a laugh to those in need
    nor makes another cry

    but as i sit here typing
    my mind is at the beach
    the sand, the surf, the deep blue sea
    are things within my reach

    so here's the poem i'm writing
    there's nothing much to say
    i wrote it in the driveway
    hey beach, i'm on my way.

  3. Gannon

    Gannon Contributing Member Contributor

    Jan 15, 2007
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    Manchester, England
    Lacklustre Returns To The Sorbonne

    A sorry lament in black and white,
    a torrid duel, moreover fight
    does my path each mourning cross.

    Deciphering one’s lifeblood
    and reordering that which I am,
    adrift, on wholely complicit anagram.

    I ride high seas of hyperbole,
    hours among cruel lows of deceit,
    all double meaning and hidden clue
    I stop, in the calm folds of defeat.
  4. Leaka

    Leaka Creative Mettle

    Dec 17, 2007
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    Somewhere Here Somewhere There

    Somewhere here
    almost enticed by intoxication
    the world seems to stream that
    of many colors rather then
    people out and about

    Somewhere there
    almost completely intoxicated
    the world is no longer reality
    and the mind's fantasies begin

    Nowhere or anywhere
    almost completely lost himself
    or herself or whatever
    Nearly complete for death

    Eternity and forever
    needles for me
    pain of a hang over
    strangers house
    strange country

    Once again here and now
    lost to the deadly hand
    of the bottle
  5. daydreamer

    daydreamer Contributing Member

    Mar 19, 2009
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    If names can never hurt you
    why did I break?

    Pieces of me,
    littered the playground,
    crushed underfoot
    by steel-tongued boots.

    I lost myself then,
    in a place too deep to find
    inside a framework
    numbed by damaged nerves.

    But the names still hurt.
  6. tarnished

    tarnished Contributing Member Contributor

    May 16, 2008
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    just kids.

    these ragged words to hollow to absorb
    (your empty smile always made cry)
    because behind those eyes I see nothing
    no sign of life throughout these years

    but i think i saw you once
    holding tight in a summers moon

    i think i saw you
    behind an oversized sweater
    and a skimpy skirt
    bathed in the citys rain

    your sweet scent was everywhere
    and i think i saw you once
    under the cobble bridge
    but it was only a thought

    because we were getting lost
    through the cracks in the cement
    and in each others dreams
    but we were only kids

    getting lost
    we were so caught up in who we were
    and what we stood for

    but i think I lost you along the way
    cause when its perfect itll never stay
    so lets build it up just to bring it down
    cause we were just kids…
    getting lost in the city of dreams.
  7. wishyoucould

    wishyoucould Member

    Mar 12, 2009
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    The Kingdom of Mandar, overlooking the glistening
    Too Deep to Back Out, Too Lost to Seek

    A mirror. A straw.
    Depth is emptiness.
    Never quite reaching
    the place I seek.
    a mirror is useless in trying to locate ones self.
    Mirrors know
    only reflections,
    hearts, minds are lost.
    A straw is useless in trying to locate ones self.
    Straws are round,
    and you spin back
    back around to the beginning,
    never quite picking up
    what you missed
    the first time.
    I lost myself in the mirror, the straw.
    tried to find myself in the mirror, the straw.
    I can’t pick up all the pieces.
    Because they, like the crank, just fell off the table
    and spilled all over my floor. Empty. Lost.
  8. Lyssa

    Lyssa Member

    Dec 23, 2008
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    In a world full of light
    There is darkness thats hiding,
    Perfect black holes
    Full of lost hope and dreams,
    Broken promises and lies,
    They are tear-stained, forgotten.
    I have discovered this and wondered
    Into it.
    But knowing this now, I try hard to get out.
    But the darkness holds me, not letting
    Me leave.
    It buries me deeper, doesn't let me cry
    I'm getting lost in it's center, the
    Lights there no more.
    I'm searching and calling for you to come
    Save me,
    But silence beats around me,
    Silencing my cries
    So I sink with these hopeless
    Wishes and dreams,
    Hanging to hope-
    The one thing I brought with me.
  9. TheHedgehog

    TheHedgehog Contributing Member Contributor

    May 6, 2009
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    between here and there
    I Love Getting Lost With You

    I Love Getting Lost With You

    This city’s been too dull for me,
    but then you suddenly show.
    Now it’s a lot more colorful,
    so I think we should go.

    All we need is a fast car
    for our merry getaway.
    And we’ll speed by the passerby
    as we drive far away.

    In veins of avenues we escape,
    halogen lights above our wake.
    Industrial forests on a concrete scape
    drown us in a chromatic lake.

    Feel the city all around you,
    and the sights and the sounds,
    they’re swirling all around you,
    ‘cause your mind’s out of bounds.

    And it just won’t stop,
    that psychedelic rush that’s in my head.
    And this city’s still raining
    yellow, green, blue and red.

    I love getting lost with you
    ‘cause it’s the best way to find
    myself in a world
    of the grayest kind.
  10. hellomoto

    hellomoto Contributing Member

    Jul 11, 2008
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    The Great Southern Land
    Season 4!!

    I am ever so excited,
    I've been waiting for a year,
    This season could be good,
    But it might not I have to fear,

    The plot is convoluted,
    Who's alive or ,
    I'll have to listen carefully,
    To everything that's said,

    And abuse the timeshift,
    Of my DVD player,
    As to scrutinise each picture,
    That's a clue, a soothsayer,

    I'll be heading for the shops,
    And no matter what the cost,
    I'm happy to announce,
    That I'll be getting Lost.

    (For all who don't know, this is in acknowledgement of the T.V. series 'Lost'.)
  11. Ragnar

    Ragnar Contributing Member

    May 2, 2009
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    The Mental Abyss
    Untalented hikers

    I got lost from my track,
    there is no turning back.
    The forest is dense as
    the previous night black.

    There is no way to tell.
    To escape from it's spell.
    The forest it seems like,
    a horrendous hell.

    The track must be found,
    Etched into the ground.
    Like a truly flat snake,
    but to the earth bound.

    Indeed lost we are,
    Without a lame car.
    On roads we well know,
    that do not go far.

    Technology made,
    is a two edged blade.
    Old knowledge is lost,
    All too much I'm afraid.

    Ironic that the only place I like regularity is in my poetry. Lol.
  12. rlroberts7

    rlroberts7 Member

    Aug 11, 2008
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    My Composure

    My composure helps me let live
    But if I lost it on top of a bridge,
    And regained it underneath
    Would the water be too cold?
    10, 20, or 30 below?
    The pressure asks me to buckle,
    No! as I grin and relieve a small chuckle
    I will not go under
    A step backwards isn’t me
    Who am I?
    Everything I want to be
    So my composure is steady
    For the world I am ready…
  13. MysteriousWhisper

    MysteriousWhisper New Member

    Jun 10, 2009
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    Lost in Your Eyes

    In your eyes
    I see the raging, blue sea
    that is coming to take me
    like a tsunami
    As I see you looking at me
    your eyes glittering with longing
    to take me somewhere
    simply by holding me close
    In your eyes there is saddness that
    wants to be relieved
    one look from your watery eyes
    and my emotions are changed
    I want to hold you as well
    I want to get lost in you
    In your shimmering eyes
    I want us to come together
    like the blue sea clashing with the
    gleaming grains of sand on the beach
    In your eyes I see what is perfect beauty
  14. ChaseRoberts

    ChaseRoberts Senior Member

    Jun 10, 2009
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    I once felt my hand slip from yours
    I was lost in a sea of legs and bags
    I could not feel you near

    Now as I stand tall above your shoulders
    You've gone from me
    I've seen you for who you really are
    And the bitter angry woman trapped inside
    You took the very part of me
    That was me.

    Now it's not me that is despairing
    Now it's not me that is lost
    The tables have turned
    You reach for my hand
    But it is no longer there
  15. HKB

    HKB Contributing Member

    Nov 3, 2008
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    Portland, Oregon
    Losing Pain

    The streetlights with their aching pupils, soft
    and blurry halos, ranging colors peach
    to apricot glow brighter than white moon,
    a powdery, weak lune, forgiving crescent.
    On sparkling blacktop citrine spotlights line
    the residential streets. I walk their route
    that winds forever. Walk the shrub-lined paths
    of jaundiced silver dust and muted greens
    as restless as an herbivorous shark.
    Behind a drape of flickering elm leaves
    an orange moon watches me searching, hopeless,
    for somewhere to set the pain down or let
    it frantically run circles inside me 'til it
    exhausts itself, collapses... the wind's current
    lifting it up, up and away from me.
  16. Hsnodgrass

    Hsnodgrass Senior Member

    Jun 3, 2009
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    Where the machinery and motivational advertisements meet,
    By the street, next to a sign on the sidewalk, a drunk does preach,
    His breath reeks of desperation, a destitute, institutionalized patient,
    Who escaped the medication for self-deprecating alleviation,
    From problems his degrading mental state creates.

    I wander by wondering if my spare change will help,
    Or if my charity will further his thirst for compounding the problem,
    Ten cents dropped in a cup in exchange for his two,
    On matters of life, love, salvation, spirituality, and divine truth,
    I walk away into a fading day looking for a recognizable street name.

    I can't shake the image from my mind of the man on the corner,
    With his quest, a life purpose, played out to passing guests,
    He will probably get ran off into oblivion soon,
    By a police officer tired of the complaints from pedestrians,
    While I find my way back to my parent's house for a warm dinner.

    I wonder if he has a place to stay or just roughs it,
    I wonder if a shelter lets him bathe and take a s***,
    I wonder if he knows the city or if he appreciates the pity,
    Given to him by the passers-by who think he is an eyesore,
    I wonder if he has lost his way or if preaching on a corner is what his God made him for.
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