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Weekly Poetry Contest (123) Voting

Poll closed Aug 14, 2010.
  1. Melting Auroras ~ fighter25

    2 vote(s)
    66.7%
  2. Signify ~ Shiiva

    0 vote(s)
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  3. Black and white ~ Lydia

    1 vote(s)
    33.3%
  4. Blank Page ~ TrueShot

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  5. Onward March ~ digtersvrou

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    Weekly Poetry Contest (123) Voting - Black and White

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    Weekly
    Poetry Contest
    One Hundred and Twenty Three
    Voting



    Sorry about the delay posting this up. Real life has been getting in the way.

    This week's theme was (courtesy of TheHedgehog): Black and White

    Voting will end on Saturday 14th August 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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    Melting Aurora
    by fighter25


    When hearts tickled me pink, colors flooded my eyes
    and watched magenta guppies give birth
    on beds of mango tangoed in coral.

    When Mary Lou had that roly-poly race-
    first to the Double Bubble Gum won-
    my Bubba got first, but died later that night.
    He was exhausted. I kissed him goodbye.

    I used to see in color, when candy apples shone red
    and flies impregnated nude watermelon beds.
    Maggots danced till sunrise, wiggled up to the sky
    and couldn’t wait to take flight.

    Maybe when Daddy shot that elk, trout quit swimming upstream,
    and cicadas left no whatnots on the old sycamore tree.

    Then Momma packed her bags; forgot to say good bye.
    She took pink and yellow and left me with the rest.
    That night I found Little Dipper; Big Dipper nowhere in sight.
    Mamma’s voice went flat line and slammed the door one last time.

    My auroras no longer flew, but hid under melting glaciers.
    I tried to hold my paint, which was too much to bear
    for my tiny hands and ran right onto Daddy’s lap.

    Daddy
    grabbed me,
    shook me around,
    told me to be a man,
    pushed me in the chest,
    and shoved me to the ground.
    That's when I opened my eyes...

    I never saw Mary Lou again and never saw them maggots fly.
    Never found Mamma Dipper, just a rusty, cracked handle
    in the back of Daddy’s pickup.

    He
    shoved me
    one more time,
    and knocked the
    blue right from my iris.
    What I saw was black and
    what wasn’t black was white.

    That’s the day I became a man
    and never looked back again.
     
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    Signify
    By Shiiva


    As I walk on
    The darkness sings to me
    A black void reaching out for me
    Clutching my throat
    Filling me up with emotions
    The blackest disposition
    Depression sinks slow
    A tar in my veins
    The sadness dilute
    Washes away
    This cold black has taken over me
    I am falling
    Losing myself
    To the void...

    A tendril comes from the sky
    Following the black in search
    For my flesh
    Covered with a ghostly light
    Falling forth
    Across my eyes
    A different feel
    A white light blinding deep
    Dispose of the artificial
    Fill me up with a real feeling
    Bottle me up to keep them safe
    Fight back the black
    Overcome
    What is happening?..

    I came to this place
    In search of something
    I'm not sure what happened then
    Torn in two
    The opposing twins
    Set in a different place
    Significance lost in a power struggle
    Attempt to make me their pet
    But people are people
    And not a submissive slave
    Ready to kneel
    I left that place with a head filled anew
    With feelings I never thought real
    What happened that day
    I may never know...

    I all happened so fast
    Now I am home
    Feeling lost
    Feeling nothing
    How I wish to return
    And submit myself to a tug of war
    Two ethereal creations
    Dragging my soul in directions
    In two pieces dripping
    In light sinking deep
    In darkness corrosive to the touch
    A feeling
    I long to feel something again
    It was nice to feel...

    Something...
     
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    Black and white
    By Lydia


    I was designed, with some small pencil
    on a big white sheet of paper
    I was not a flawless stencil
    some lines needed an eraser

    And some charcoal sketched the lines
    shaped the body that was you
    it was no perfect design
    but for now, it had to do

    Then somewhere in the world
    we were dropped to find our way
    a black guy and a white girl
    so we could blend to grey
     
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    Blank Page
    By TrueShot


    Blank page, I write
    On your pale smooth face.
    Can you scream?
    As you bleed black.
    Are you terribly afraid?
    To see these strange words
    Shape your short existence,
    Determining resolutely your purpose.
    Ending dreams of drawings
    Or quickly written notes
    That speak of greater writers
    And minds of living Gods
    Or even God himself.
    Perhaps these words itch,
    A foreign tattoo of mine
    That will fade as you yellow,
    And as I age, in the light,
    You will seem foreign,
    Reminder of when dreams ended.
    Maybe we will be old friends
    United by a common origin.
    But no, a grudge you hold
    For all your fellow pages
    I crumpled and tossed away.
    So fine, you’ve reminded me.
    Goodbye, go join your friends,
    Before you write your blacks
    On me.
     
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    Onward March
    By digtersvrou


    They align themselves
    Row by row
    Of black then white
    Silent salient soldiers
    Carrying doves or
    Dated daggers
    Speak without breath
    Thoughts that should be left unsaid
     
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