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    Poetry Contest (15)

    Discussion in 'Bi-Weekly Poetry Contest Archives' started by Torana, Aug 8, 2007.

    The Fifteenth Poetry Contest






    I will sticky the winner in poetry until the winner of the next poetry contest. (15)

    The Rules
    The poem must be based on the theme I set if not it will not be entered.
    One Poem Per Member.
    Each poem must be more than 7 lines.
    No editing a poem once it is submitted without prior permission.

    This thread will be stickied for 5 Days and then Voting will begin. You can vote for yourselves But i would hope in the name of good sportsman ship you'd vote for a poem you haven't written. But I'll leave that decision up to you

    And Now the Theme. Courtesy of Gannon
    Forbidden Love
    Your theme is based on forbidden love. You can write about anything at all to do with this topic.
    Your Poem must be on this theme.

    Post your poems in this thread it will stay stickied for 5 days

    Submission Ends 14/08/07 Entries submitted after that date will not be entered.
    Voting will last three days and end on 19/08/07




    If anyone wishes to Pm me a theme you'd like to write in the next poetry contest please feel free to or you can post your theme up in the thread in the weekly writing challenges.



    Torana
     
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    Oh, nice one Gannon. What a great topic.
     
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    yeowza. this can get racey....hahahaha ;)
     
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    Forbidden Love ... haha, cliche.

    But I know you mean a lot of well, as we are to be original w/ it.

    Hopefully.
     
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    well, i wrote this last night half asleep, and went over it this morning and here is my contest entry. hope y'all like. :)
    Heather

    Passion at its Height

    Your smile says more than a thousand words ever could.
    The touch of your lips against mine feels just the way it should.
    Your tongue in my mouth tickles every taste bud.
    And yet this is a stolen moment,
    a secret window between broken lunches and closet meetings.
    Passion, at its height, in changing rooms and toilets stalls.

    And then formality regains
    when in our partners arms.
    We smile and talk politely
    laughing meekly at the jokes
    and it stings me, burns me even, to watch you kiss your wife.
    Then I think about our ordinary, boring life,
    and see that look in your eyes that tells me you want more.
    More than this forbidden love.
     
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    Human regression

    The galaxy is a reservoir,
    souls mingle, integrate.
    Tis near fault of destiny,
    tis what seals all fate.

    May I reach for you?
    May I feel a fleeting touch?
    The reality of you and I,
    whatever done will not be enough.
    But the basis of the human race,
    Is a regression to pine over what we want.
    All I want is you,
    and knowing never will always haunt.

    May I pen a letter?
    May I spill my heart?
    With scratching nails,
    flay my heart
    and knife it to your door
    torn apart.

    Should I move away from you?
    Not just physically but inside too.
    Should I erase all past memory,
    not even know you to say we are through.
    Should that be enough for the relevance
    The balance of it all?
    Or will it all come undone and kilter
    impale me when I fall?

    May I let these demons eat me now?
    May I lay me down?
    I've had enough of thinking now,
    my face hurts from the frown.

    I know you feel it,
    trapped deep inside.
    No matter how hard you pull the wheel,
    doesn't effect how you drive.
    And from every look you steal at me
    I know its how you thrive.
    Why won't you let it die?
    Why can't I let it die
    Sick of the hurting,
    I'm not brave enough to cry.

    May I lay you down now?
    May you down to sleep?
    Tired of climbing this universal incline,
    it's just a little to steep.
     
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    My first "forced" poem. Hopefully it doesn't seem that way. -


    Unrequited

    Inquisitive
    Unthoughtful
    Peaceful sleeplessness
    Their eyes deceive
    Betray
    My being exposed

    My heart -
    A space entirety
    Unrequited love
    Reciprocity
    A lie we must believe
    Forbidden love
    This heart dare not feel
    My mind dare not know
    How our treacherous love
    Began

    My love –
    Read me your favourite line
    While we wait
    Wait for their stuttering voices
    To diminish in the night

    Cruel awakenings
    Our deepest desires
    Painfully torn
    From within
    Our trembling fingertips
    Forbidden desires
    Our musings
    Of past love affairs
    The knives of death
    Cold against my flesh
    Forbidden love
    Forbidden happiness.
     
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    A Stem in One Hand, Your Hand in the Other

    Oh, guilty rose, a luminous blood that smothers you softly.
    You have your reasons nestled in unspoken words. (We do love silence.)
    Shall I show you the grave? It’s still here, breathing against my neck.
    I must heed the dead, the memories lurking so clearly.

    I’m sorry, Love. (And I do love you.)
    But engravings on a headstone are not to be forgotten:
    “Loved and cherished by all.” Sweet words, true words.
    I still miss the man beneath the ground.
    Help me; I don’t want to anymore.

    I saw winter loiter over Earth, kissing spring,
    then summer. Oh, August is cruel to me,
    and this year has been so tauntingly long.
    Here we are, you and I, embodiments of the petals of romance.
    There we are, he and I. (Well, here I am.)

    Dead—he is dead. I know that.
    And when I forget, the guilty rose is mine to bear.
     
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    Death shan't do the thing

    Someone wanted, someone needed,
    Lost is I, left to be pleaded.
    The matrimonial bliss I adored like gold,
    Does not tell me why my is heart sold,
    When love is forbidden
    Why did my soul go on?
    When my heart has been sizzled
    Why did my heartbeats sour on?

    I never broke no rule
    I never ambushed no school
    The breeze just swept my entities
    And when I was wedded it changed my destinies
    I fell in love with zenith of hope
    His eyes a trough, his joy soaked
    And I found all this in my soul mate
    But when I wanted him to live, it became too late!

    Now when I cry and when I scream
    You ask me why I cannot forget that gleam!
    Well, take it as an amusing yarn
    That way it will do little harm
    I saw not the face of my beloved
    But with time, his veil was shedded
    And there came the man, who became my husband
    His smile like the milkyway, so deep and so distant
    And now you ask
    Marry another feeble man
    Why, isn't that a tedious task?

    Now slipping and drippin'
    In the blood flowing east
    Oh my, you may throw a tremendous feast
    You can announce the date for a wedding day
    Along with the victory of this heart you've slayed
    I may marry again
    But why don't you let me wait?
    When love is forbidden
    Why did my soul go on?
    When my heart has been sizzled
    Why did my heartbeats sour on?

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    Nothing good, but enjoyed it anyways.
     
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    Truth Burns

    Two loves in my life,
    two loves forbidden in the eyes of all.
    Controlling my every thought,
    whispering delicious ugly words;
    I hunger to hear.

    Love reared its head at age 8
    "Bree is fat, she loooves food" taunted the others.
    Truth burns.
    I love food.
    One in one, hand in hand.

    A new love stole kisses at age 14,
    the love of being thin.
    tormenting me through the night ,
    singing songs of praise through the day.
    "Bree has got so skinny, she looks amazing" they say.

    Sinking ships, and circling sharks.
    I try to stay above the surface.
    A jello sausage trapped in a toothpick body.
    Broken life reserves, and deflating matresses.
    I love food,
    but truth burns.
     
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    hahaa, no lads have entered yet. :p i know that it isn't really anything to do with anything, but i just noticed. :p
     
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    Just had to get some "lads" into this one! :)

    One Up

    He slipped out of work that evening,
    And went swiftly home to his wife,
    Gave her a kiss, told her he loved her,
    As slowly he ate away her life.

    She responded with a smile,
    And went, then, up to bed,
    Where she knew he would be following,
    So there was absent a worry in her head.

    He finished his evening drink,
    And put on some new cologne,
    Fastened around his wrist a new watch,
    As he left his innocent wife alone.

    He’d been doing this for years now,
    So really it was nothing new,
    For when his wife questioned the next morning,
    He would reply, “I dressed early and waited for you!”

    But it was time now to flee,
    Time now to run into the night,
    Where lovers had taken their leave,
    To search for something that felt so right.

    He met up with his hidden companion,
    And they had their evening of fun,
    Told each other they’d do it again,
    But for now they continued the run.

    As he pulled into the driveway,
    He checked around the scene,
    To make sure no one could possibly see him,
    Satisfied, he continued with his routine.

    Slipped quietly through the door,
    To go to his wife as surreptitiously as he could,
    Only to find her with another man and saying,
    “Oh, you don’t mind? No, I didn’t think you would.”
     
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    Song of the South

    Atop a pickup truck I stand,
    hands tied behind my back,
    a rope around my neck

    A rich man’s daughter, blond and fair,
    train tickets clenched in hand,
    waits eagerly for me

    My father finds the note I left.
    He crumples it and swears,
    tight fists and thudding shoes

    Young men wearing kerchief masks
    share courage in a flask,
    joined here in righteous rage

    Sweat rolls down my pale, raw face
    I strain to understand
    how I am in this place.

    They made me dig a shallow trench.
    My love will never know
    Just why I broke her heart

    A kerchief slips, the face I know;
    he always wanted her,
    She never wanted him

    Atop a pickup truck I stood
    before it lurched away.
    Goodbye, my love. Goodbye.
     
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    Okay, I didn't really want to try out this one for my first poetry contest. But when I came up with a ridiculous idea for it, my girlfriend encouraged me to write it and enter it.

    So, here it is. I doubt it fits the theme much, but I tried my best with this particular idea.

    P.S. It's a bit lengthy. I find short poems harder to write these days.

    ~Chocolate's Embrace~

    A jolly good boy
    His heart as bright as shining gold
    With a fresh dollar in his hand
    Walked, ran, skipped, and jumped
    All the way to the nearby candy shop

    There he beheld many a sugary delights
    Gums and jelly beans
    Suckers and jawbreakers
    Chocolates and tarts
    And everything in between

    But as he reached for some suckers
    His eyes were blinded by the most brilliant of lights
    When the boy could see, he looked towards the source
    And there next to his fingers
    Was a single bar of chocolate
    It's shiny silver wrapper, the bringer of light
    It's sweet smell intoxicating him instantly
    And in that moment, he knew he was in love

    He bought the bar of chocolate
    And holding it like a delicate flower
    He walked back home with it
    Showing everyone he passed on the street
    His bar of chocolate
    The boy's only love

    At last he made it home
    Where he showed his family
    The bar of chocolate whom he loved like no other
    But tragedy struck
    When his parents took his love away
    Until after dinner
    Saying that he wasn't allowed to eat sweets till then
    But the boy was smart
    He knew what this was about
    His parents were trying to keep him away from his love
    Whom was stashed on top of the fridge

    And all day, he stared at his love
    Who awaited him so high up
    Beyond his reach
    Seemingly calling his name the whole time
    As he sat and stared at her

    But, alas, this love couldn't last
    For in the afternoon, the boy's brother emerged
    A giant among children such as he
    And with his older and longer arms, reached out
    And grabbed the boy's love from on top of the fridge

    The boy jumped with joy
    Thinking he would have his beloved back
    But then the boy's brother removed the wrapper from his love
    Discarding it onto the ground like trash
    And in one bite, ate the boy's beloved
    And walked away from the heartbroken boy
    Who would never again feel chocolately love's embrace
     
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    A

    A

    For but the slip of a tongue or worse -
    a scarlet letter hurts.

    If Emma had met Dr. Zhivago
    rather than Charles Bovary,
    perhaps she’d not have strayed far no,
    from medicine in her reverie.

    If Leopold had met Miss Chatterley
    when out for a Dublin stroll,
    perhaps it would be he in controversy,
    and not still subject to Molly’s control.

    Branded for life.
    Sex with a capital ex.
    One man's folly is another man's wife.

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    Quote borrowed from Helen Rowland Helen Rowland - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
     
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    cool poems everyone, and notice how i mentioned the lad thingy, only lads have posted. hahaa, i am on a role. :D
     
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    I like goulash. I think our next poem theme should seriously be about goulash. I'm eating goulash right now. It has spicy peppers in it.

    The Goddess Loved The Gaffer

    On an epitaph engraved:
    Tribute to a goddess, un-named.
    Spired to the fate of a lesion unmarked
    on the faces of all she saves.

    tipsy-Fingers:
    how she got by in life,
    with a Kite raised by the
    whims of almost.
    A treeline butts into Mr. Euphoria's
    game of chess,
    a tipsy game of its own,
    as she o'sees this by the
    light of a cobalt moon.

    The pharisees move to banish her with the gypsy-fingers
    of April.
    "But I thought you loved me."
    says the Goddess. "I
    thought I did too."
    replies Mr. Euphoria, behind the
    rook of a thousand flightless wings.
     
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    The competition ends in the next 24 hours so please get your submissions in and don't miss out.

    Torana
     
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    Ha. I noticed that, too. xD

    Wow. This is going to be a tough competition. Everyone did such a good job.
     
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