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Weekly Poetry Contest (108) Voting

Poll closed Mar 26, 2010.
  1. Autumnal Wrath ~ maedd_the_raven

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  2. Last Year ~ MissingInAction

    1 vote(s)
    11.1%
  3. A Springtime Plight ~ Reicheru

    1 vote(s)
    11.1%
  4. Thas Wassup ~ Ayge

    1 vote(s)
    11.1%
  5. Turning Day ~ Marshall41

    2 vote(s)
    22.2%
  6. Revelation ~ Katierose1822

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  7. Pages torn off calenders ~ Lauren

    4 vote(s)
    44.4%
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    Weekly Poetry Contest (108) Voting - Changing of Seasons

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    Weekly
    Poetry Contest
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    Voting




    Some very good entries this week :)

    This week's theme was (courtesy of AmandaC): Change of Seasons

    Voting will end on Friday 26th March 2010.

    Voting for yourself is entirely at your own discretion. I'm frankly sick of discussion on the matter, so any in here will be deleted. If you want to vote for yourself, go for it, but I personally wouldn't do that unless I genuinely believed mine was the best.


    The winning poem will be stickied for a week in the poetry contest.



    Oh, and if I catch anyone cheating, their entry will be removed from the contest and you will be unable to enter a poem into the contest for a month. Sorry to be such an ogre about this, I don't want to be, but rules are rules and are in place for valid reasons. If you can not follow the rules, you face the consequences.

    Best of luck to all entrants, and happy voting.


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    Autumnal Wrath
    By maedd_the_raven


    Autumnal wrath; expelled in swirling, vivid yellow rage
    A vicious tumult of tumbling red, torn from shivering Maple
    As Ash stands aquiver, stripped timid to watch the dark discourse of a roiling sky
    All the while the Willow weeps lament at the smothered torment of a vagrant star
    A fading light with the heavy burden of suppressed ebullience
    Staring down in trepidation upon the vibrant wealth of fallen decay
    And this to shall be swept away, in the frigid beckoning of winter's call
    Life lost, and life begun, slumber now till the rising sun.
     
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    Last Year
    By MissingInAction


    Summer roared to life with the trepidation of a mother bear
    .....Whose cubs have disappeared from view -
    Fall crept across the sultry air
    .....Who saw? Who felt? Who knew
    Winter whispered without a care
    .....The bitter cold of mist and dew.
    Spring at last, with warmth to share.
    .....No warmth will spread for you!
     
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    A Springtime Plight
    By Reicheru


    Blossom froths upon the tree
    that last week was so bare to see.
    I gaze upon the pinks and whites
    that drift down in this queer, fresh light.
    For spring – yes spring! – is here at last
    and cruel harsh winter’s now been cast
    back to a distant memory past,
    no more to dull our souls.

    But wait! What’s this that looms above?
    A pitch black cloud threatens my loves.
    The dainty petals reach for me
    and pray that I can set them free.
    A dark Fate waits for them, they know,
    such that will drag them all down low.
    They think they couldn’t bear it so,
    to be dashed on the ground.

    I wish that I could help you now
    But I must sit beneath this cow
    And wait until the rains have passed.
    But you stay there! Be strong, hold fast!
    You’ve had such strength see all along!
    These storms cannot rage on for long
    before they see they don’t belong
    and move on right away.

    But woe is me this cow it sees
    me hiding down below, I freeze…
    It looks me in the eye and moos
    Then stands upon my hand – Eee! Oooo!
    If only I was not so dumb
    that in my haste to see the sun
    forgot about the rains that come
    to ruin all my springtime fun
    like clockwork every year.
    Damn!
     
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    Thas Wassup
    By Ayge


    Romance, where red flames dance
    all year round.
    Bouts of cold weather in between heat strokes.
    I live where the Sun whips our backs,
    a pile of Doritos and full flavor ale to his arsenal.

    Mother almost falls on each side.
    But she sits here comfortably.
    We sleep near her stationary belly,
    waterlogged rocking chair, her seat is yellow with
    lemonade stains, they mark the month.

    Bring me the ice!
    I can't see without them,
    unless the shade follows me
    in 2pm thunderstruck parking lots.

    It's been years since the leaves have fallen.
    My seasons, 2 B's and an F
    commercial sporting mark the days
    beside what the rest of the world wears and when.

    The deep south, where winter hides in white boxes
    and is sold for 2 dollars a bag.
    Where the only colored leaves are those you smoke.
    And I sit steady,
    My white shirt drenched
    enjoying winter and fall
    I spring into summer.
    A slow creep over each week.
    Seasons? Not likely.
     
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    Turning Day
    By Marshall41


    Before dawn breaks through dusty eaves
    I wake and stretch my napping soul
    And, young, I follow father hence
    To plow the empty fields in full.

    Though, fresh my back, still green and yew,
    My mind is like a new born calf
    And as I work, my thoughts a-strew
    From this, my work and destined path.

    I dream of knight and dragon fights,
    Where maidens fair wait for my sword
    To cut down fiends that torch the night
    And take her safe from nightmares forth.

    But as I dream, the sun does rise
    And gives to me new sites abound,
    That move the heart and blind the eyes
    To all I dreamed when young I plowed.

    New thoughts now wandered to my mind
    Of fame and fortune on the stage,
    Where pictures flashed my name in grand,
    “The Best of All in Modern Age!”

    But as I plow, the sun takes height
    And I, to prime, am taken bid,
    When dreams of family cross my thought,
    So now I plow like father did.

    Then sprouts the bud of life to me
    And son and daughter age so fast,
    That now I reap the fruits of seed
    With both my lads as I did past.

    The sun now sets as I turn home,
    To rest with wife with children gone,
    My grey hairs sway in breezes blown,
    From morning’s hills by heaven’s song.
     
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    Revelation
    By Katierose1822


    The Soul is awakened as the first flowers bloom
    mother natures call is expelled, by the fruit of the womb
    As father time paces onto into Summer
    life has flown by and age is upon us
    first steps rejoiced among grassy dunes
    academically challenged we voice our assumes
    wind dances among us,as we float into Fall
    Loved ones surround us and captivate our thoughts
    As winters last breath marches amidst
     
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    Pages torn off calendars
    By Lauren


    Pages torn off calendars
    mark the daylight hours
    that separate Monday from Tuesday.
    Calculated. Controlled.

    The unhalting beats
    by which we set our clocks
    march steadily on,
    indifferent.

    And We the frenzied masses
    scurry through this mass of time -
    neatly apportioned by our own canon -
    as summer becomes autumn,
    as we thaw and grow and freeze and die.

    Repeat.
     
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