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  1. thirdwind

    thirdwind Contributing Member Contest Administrator Reviewer Contributor

    Jul 17, 2008
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    Past Contest Poetry Contest #252 -- Theme: "Empty threat"

    Discussion in 'Bi-Weekly Poetry Contest' started by thirdwind, Sep 6, 2014.

    The theme for this contest is "empty threat" (courtesy of @Cogito). You are free to interpret the theme however you wish, but please make sure your poem does take the theme into account in some way.

    All entries are due by 11:59 PM EST on Saturday, September 20. All entries should be posted directly in this thread. Replies will be anonymized by the anonymizer system, and they will be de-anonymized once voting ends. Keep in mind that you're responsible for making sure the formatting of your poem is correct.

    Good luck to everyone who enters!
  2. Toni-Nicolle

    Toni-Nicolle New Member

    Sep 7, 2014
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    Warped Sanctuary

    He stood in the doorway, threatening and looming,
    All consuming in his need to dominate her, and oh, how he succeeded.
    He was like a dark specter that leapt right of her night terrors to remind her that her demons were very real.
    Once a person she trusted to protect and love her was now her definition of a living hell.
    He was always there, no matter where she ran to for sanctuary.
    Even the lake with her ever-swaying willow tree that she held most sacred was marred by memories of him.
    The lake was now only a remembrance of how black his heart was, how dark her bruises were and how hopeless any light she used to hold was.
    One day she sat by that lake and stared into its grey depth and thought, "Why not succumb to the peace the water held?"
    She removed her shoes, felt the wet grass beneath her toes, felt the wind caress her cheek, and each individual fall of a raindrop as they found home on her body, for a moment at least.
    Her senses were attuned to every sensation and as she felt natures loving being accepting her into her grasp, she knew that she belong to the world,
    That she was to alive to let dark thoughts take her vitality and that her life was her own, and not to the evil empty threat that fleeting to root in her mind. Or in her home.
    Last edited: Sep 7, 2014
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  3. Adam Ingram

    Adam Ingram New Member

    Sep 9, 2014
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    I'm just a kid with more responsibility!
    I'm just a man with less to gain!
    I'm both, and between I'm gone.
    I'm condensed and lost between labels.
    I'm stretched and ripped into separate pieces.
    I'm alone and surrounded.
    I'm impulsive, and slapped for being so.
    I'm intensely evasive.
    I'm trying.
    I'm golden and then bronze.
    I'm silk and then stone.
    I'm wretched and undesirable.
    I'm awake and insurmountable.
    I'm fleeting.
    I'm dead.
    I'm full.
    I'm empty.
    I'm here.
    I'm gone.
    I'm here.
  4. Selbbin

    Selbbin I hate you Contributor

    Oct 16, 2012
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    You have been warned...

    If you don't vote for this poem
    I'll dance at your important social event
    Wearing nothing
    But a funny hat
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  5. menehillion

    menehillion Member

    Jun 2, 2010
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    do not consume your heart with hate
    they're all human; all is great
    black, yellow, red or gay
    it doesnt matter to which God they pray.

    do not consume your mind with greed
    with war, pest or mouths to feed
    some must struggle so hard to live
    instead be the one to help and give

    do not consume your soul with fear
    shivering and scared that the end is near
    drop the anger, fear and strife
    stay in the light and enjoy your life

    that was my warning, this is my threat
    someone will claim your emotional debt
    fail to listen and live in hell
    or a two by four iron cell
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  6. Melissa Bailey

    Melissa Bailey New Member

    Sep 14, 2014
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    My Dog Rex

    I bought myself a dog
    and called the puppy Rex
    He bit and whined and howled
    and made an awful mess

    He grew into a large
    and dedicated mutt
    He always stood right by me
    Loyal, caring... but

    The day the young man
    came, to rob me of my stuff
    Rex looked right through the window
    and gave a little 'ruff'

    A well trained pup I have
    and I so regret it now
    As Rex opened the door for him
    and I've no idea how

    He must've jumped up at the handle
    to let the robber in
    Now Rex looks up under his eyes
    Apologising for his sin!
  7. Drue Bernardi

    Drue Bernardi New Member

    Aug 29, 2014
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    I Told Him I Would Do It

    I told him I would do it
    He didn't believe me
    I was tired of his ego
    I was sick of his pride

    He taunted me too much
    He thought he could escape
    A swipe here
    A nudge there

    Time was ticking down
    My anger was ticking up
    Things would boil over
    He would regret his actions

    He had it all figured out
    He thought he had me beat
    So close to the end now
    Time to prove him wrong

    A tap becomes a nudge
    A nudge becomes a hit
    Screech, swing, boom
    I'm outta here

    His car spun into wall
    I drove past for the win
    Oh he'll be okay
    Except for his pride

    He didn't finish the race
    I'm in Victory Lane
    I told him he wouldn't do it
    He didn't believe me
  8. -oz

    -oz Active Member

    Jan 20, 2011
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    The Great Sandy Waste
    Counting Up

    Being held at gunpoint
    is quite a scary thing;
    But so's the prior gunfight
    with the bullets going zing!
    One, two, three, four, five,
    were the shots that passed me by,
    Plus one more in the air
    to make me stand up and comply.
    I think about my options
    with my hands above my head,
    And know that I'll be safe
    when I run away instead.
    He must have just miscounted
    with the bullets flying thick,
    'Cause his revolver's empty
    and my feet are wicked quick!
  9. Michael R. Kage

    Michael R. Kage New Member

    Aug 7, 2014
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    Storm and Fear

    Shadows reach across my room
    Light is choked throughout a loom,
    Crackling now assails my ear
    Sleep eludes me, soaked in fear.

    And my palsy brings me shame
    Branch and tree to take the blame,
    Utter anger an oath begets
    Restless slumber made of threats.

    Stormy night does pass in time
    As does thought and feel of crime,
    Change of heart i won’t regret
    Last night’s vow was just a threat.
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