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  1. "Vale of Tears"

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  2. "Desert Rose"

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  3. "Black Sheep"

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  4. "Lorn"

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  5. "The Shivers of a Single World"

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  6. "Lets not talk about this"

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    Closed Voting Voting for Poetry Contest #247 -- Theme: "Desolation"

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

    Voting is now open for Poetry Contest #247. The poll will close in 14 days on Sunday, July 20.

    For your convenience, I'm going to post the poems in this thread. Please read them all before voting.

    A big thanks to everyone who entered, and good luck!
     
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    "Vale of Tears"

    I always dreamt of going with
    you to a valley of rainbows
    where the colors of our love would
    outshine my black and white world
    full of pain, sorrow, agony.
    I always dreamt of going with
    you to a valley of rainbows
    where my motley dreams would come true.
    There our love would effloresce
    like the multicolored flowers.
    But you turned my life into a
    vale of tears by unfaithfulness,
    insincerity, betrayal.
    You snubbed me and led me to the
    shambles of my innocent dreams.
     
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    "Desert Rose"


    A rose blooms somewhere in the desert,
    Sharply contrasting against the subtle sands.
    Thorns bringing a broken edge,
    To what is otherwise a sweeping subtlety.

    Beauty becomes the odd bleeding finger,
    Jutting out from the palm of a brown plain.
    What allows it to survive in this barrenness?
    What drives it to endure through the suffering?

    With traits that become bounty-less of aging...
    Love sometimes blossoms when we least expect it.
     
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    "Black Sheep"


    As it was before light had been born,

    Before planets and stars took up space.

    A shadow had fallen upon him,

    Concealing that once sacred space.


    Just moments before he’d been standing,

    Beholding the altar alone,

    The light from the East had been shining,

    Upon the Philosopher’s Stone.


    But those seeking darkness had found him,

    Upon him a spell had been cast.

    All hope for mankind had been lost,

    Of Seekers he had been the last.


    The realm became barren and empty,

    Desolation had taken its hold.

    For the good had been conquered by evil,

    As the black sheep re-entered the fold.
     
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    "Lorn"

    A red river weaves across the sky

    Leaving wet wings of sunset silhouettes

    Until the night breathes into the land

    And of the scorched day the sand forgets


    Transformed by the holy veil of moon

    A desert, once lost to the sun's disdain

    Now echoes of cries and soft footsteps

    Freezing to feel the effects of the rain
     
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    "The Shivers of a Single World"

    There was a dream that was robbed from realization…

    There was an egg
    Nestled in a lighted cranny of the world.
    It was peaceful, never-breaking, never-speaking,
    Untouched white blankets wrapping the being inside.
    The being inside wanted to stay there,
    Oblivious to the world around it.
    It’s nice, isn’t it?
    Being everything and all.
    But one day the being realized that it was not alone, that there were others in the world.
    The egg wobbled as the being inside looked outwards.
    It wanted to reach out,
    Because it realized that it was alone.
    It’s lonely, right? Being in a little world, all on its own,
    Fearing that others will prey upon it and break what it has tried so hard to protect,
    Fearing the inner urge of the being to crush that lonely, one-being world and stretch out its wings…
    It cried, for it knew that as soon as it realized this, the lonely world was already breaking.
    The world broke, and the being ungracefully tumbled out into the wide, wide world.
    There was nothing to be seen; the ground was harsh and unforgiving.
    It looked up, and the sky was gray and austere as it stared down.
    No, cried the being, I didn’t expect this. Let me go back.
    The sky stared down, not saying anything.
    The being shivered.
    It’s so cold down here…
    The snow had already started to fall.
    Snow covered the being in a cold, cold,
    White, untouched blanket.
    It closed its eyes.
    Fine. Then let me wish of a world before I knew of this wide, wide world.
    But it’s cloudy, the stars aren’t out
    And dandelions don’t grow in winter…
     
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    "Lets not talk about this"

    There’s nothing so insignificant
    As the little bits not eaten at breakfast
    Like we were all mice dancing around
    In masks and clothes we couldn't understand…
    Until red fish with wisdom and gills
    Taught us all to be brave and not cry
    At the dentist.


    I really want to learn, I really need to know
    How to be hurt and never show that we really don’t-
    Trust that damn red fish.
    I need to leave
    I need to leave
    I need to get out!
    LET ME OUT!
    The glass and walls shouldn't be all around me because
    These walls… they suck! But he keeps saying
    Things like “the war is over” and “I love you”.
    I don’t think it’s true, I don’t think it’s true at all,
    But then I remember that it doesn't matter
    Because I like how he holds me… it’s nice
    Nicer than being alone.


    And then, above a city made of spaghetti and bad plots
    I'm taken to the top of something and I stare.
    An idol to the god of pig, a sad mask and some-
    Audiences clapping like they liked it.
    It feels like the dentist and I'm crying tears
    To make the spaghetti soft so that it’s ready for dinner.
    And the bad plots are never over
    In the city that breaks us all.
     

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