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    Weekly Poetry Contest (16)

    Discussion in 'Bi-Weekly Poetry Contest Archives' started by Torana, Aug 17, 2007.

    The Sixteenth Poetry Contest






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

    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.
    Also do no forget to give your poem a title, if you do not give it a title it can not be put up for voting. Thankyou.

    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 Myself
    The Graveyard
    Your theme is based on the graveyard. You must write a piece on your experience in the graveyard, your perception of the graveyard, or a spooky poetic tale of the graveyard. It is up to you, as long as it is on the graveyard.
    Your Poem must be on this theme.

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

    Submission Ends 23/08/07 Entries submitted after that date will not be entered.
    Voting will last three days and end on 26/08/07




    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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    Grave Waltz

    Tickle the grave ivories in fortissimo fashion,
    overlain with ebony hard and protrusions ashen.

    Hear them cry as fingers dance to the direction of a master;
    their majesty lingers as you stroke them faster.

    Sad to see them lie largamente, we’d thought it the end: no;
    now once more they charge, building to a crashing crescendo.

    Wild and free the ivory’s sound does fly and roam,
    …. forgotten at night, spectral, brittle and alone.
     
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    Marble headstone

    ....
     
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    ~In Memory of our Mistakes~

    Voices: a boy and his lover; she stepped into red.
    Forbidden, it was, touching his bottom drawer like she did.
    “Give it back!” the boy says hoarsely. How could she take his true love?
    Ha! She felt dim-witted indeed for believing his words last night.

    The syringes fell from her hands. (Smiles all around!)
    They met the edge of her heel; she tossed the powder in his eyes.
    The denial begins. He wasn’t using it, keeping it for a friend…
    Rain on her cheeks, she ran out to forget and told him to remember.

    We were best friends.
    You watched me fall and picked me up.
    Why are you making my mistakes?


    She was wet the night before; cold tastes sweet, and he was there to warm her.
    Her gaze and his, star-crossed, and she didn’t care.
    The track marks on his arms shone in her mind like mystic moonstones.
    But… “Kiss me,” she said. (Because it was easy.)

    Now, it’s not so easy, lying over him, dirt and wood in between.
    It’s not so simple, looking at pictures of his laughing face.
    The sound is absent now—now, in the graveyard.
    Her hand glides into her coat pocket. Here’s your true love back.

    Buried with him is her own syringe,
    Rusted now. (Like her.)
    “Kiss me,” she whispers, running her fingers across his headstone,
    Then she smiles softly, patting down tarnished dirt over his love.

    We were best friends.
    I watched you fall because I couldn’t pick you up.
    But I won’t make your mistakes.
     
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    Sorry to be a pain. But can I ask you all to please name your poems. We cannot enter a nameless poem in the voting.




    Thank You Kindly.




    ~Raven.
     
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    Oh yes I was meant to add that into the list of rules. Thankyou for reminding me about this Raven.



    Torana
     
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    They all named their poems.

    Grave Waltz

    Marble headstone

    ~In Memory of our Mistakes~

    Three poems. Three names.
     
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    The Price Of Addiction

    ~The Price Of Addiction~

    Before this white stone
    I fell to my knees
    Which no longer had the strength to support me
    As I read your name
    Engraved upon the stone

    But how easy it was to predict
    That you would leave us forever
    Every time you opened one
    And let your entire being succumb to it's bitter taste

    How easy it was to predict
    When you could barely stand
    On your trembling legs
    As you shouted out to those who tried to help
    Cussing them out
    Because you were no child
    Who needed his mother to hold his hand

    And then the nights came
    When you had one too many
    And all your emotions came rushing out
    In bitter screams against your wife
    And threats of violence against your children

    But when your children wouldn't allow it anymore
    And you raced for your car
    You drove away from us
    In more ways than one
    As you fell asleep at the wheel
    And crashed into Death's loving arms

    But now, the anger we felt before
    Has been replaced by sorrow
    For though you are a world away
    I want nothing more
    Than to dig through the ground beneath me
    Just to see my loving Father's face again
     
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    Yes we know that they have given titles to their poems, but in past contests some people have left them out and it can make things difficult at voting time and so he has brought it up so that people actually title their poems in the future.
     
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    I'm sure one, two, or all of them added a title after he asked. Surely it's a valid possibility.
     
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    In future if you have any questions in regards to the poetry contests can you please post them in the appropriate thread.

    Contest Questions
     
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    White Lilies of Death

    this one was hard to write. i wanted it to be full of emotion, which i might have just done. anyways, here it goes.
    Heather


    White Lilies of Death

    Walking with flowers,
    (White lilies of death)
    I feel cold, and lonely.
    My heart died with you
    And it was replaced
    With a feeling I cannot begin to describe.

    For years I was with you,
    With your mind
    With your body
    And in that time I learnt to like,
    To almost enjoy your company.
    And at times of despair
    I would lean to you
    For comfort
    For guidance
    For love.

    Walking up the path of the graveyard,
    Stones and tomb lining my way,
    I hear voices,
    Whispering to me through the trees.
    And they sound sad
    And haunting,
    Their song filling my heart,
    Blackening my soul.

    And I stand face to face
    With your grave.
    I can see you.
    Smiling.
    I can smell your body,
    Almost feel your touch.
    And I have just one thing to say to you,
    For I know now
    Your words can no longer burn.
    Your fist can no longer fight.
    And I am free from your claws.

    Standing with my scarf round my face
    And my coat fastened tight,
    I lay the flowers where you lie
    And say one thing:
    “Burn in hell you ****
    for I am no longer your slave.”

    Walking away from your grave,
    The bruises no longer hurt.
    The scars no longer show.
    And your voice is no longer heard.
    I am free,
    And I walk away with a smile.
     
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    Only two days left to get your submissions in. It's been a slow week for entrants and I know Heather, LikeLightToTheFlies, Baywriter and I will appreciate your entries to challenge our own. :)
     
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    I'll write a pome about graveyard suches.
     
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    ermm, what?? lol
     
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    Lol ... Nothing.
     
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    Let's try to stay at least close to on-topic, please.
     
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    Seconded
     
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    No they didn't but they have now. Look at the bottom of their posts you'll see the word editied.

    The post wouldn't have been made unless they had been named.


    Thank You Kindly.
     
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    The Dead of Night

    Grey teeth rise jagged
    from black shriveled gums.
    White moon bleeds
    pale rivulets like milk
    between ebon shadows

    A breath whispers chill words
    as black branches creak
    restless
    warning
    a hiss through shivering dead leaves
    “Depart!”

    Tolerated, grudgingly, the living are,
    beneath the blazing sun;
    but welcome is withdrawn
    when sky is black.
    The Dead
    demand
    solitude.
     
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    Memories

    Memories




    Time stands still in this place
    Memories of friends and foes come
    Like the wind
    Brothers lost to the night
    Now at peace with the wind

    Once we stood together
    We would drink till dawn
    And sing to the moon
    But now memories
    Once we stood like Brothers

    White stone with nothing more
    Than dates and names
    Some hold a star others a cross
    These are the tombs of brothers
    And memories fading like wind

    The suns would blaze
    As the heat would rise
    We would walk the line
    And we would stand as one
    Like Brothers In the night

    A memory flickers
    A friend lost to the sun
    Quicker than light
    A young face painted red
    A wife in Mourning

    The years pass by and still we remain
    We the lucky few
    We watch over the grieving
    While we stand in the winds
    Looking on a hundred plus crosses

    A widow weeps on her knees
    This white cross all that remains of her lover
    What she fails to glimpse
    We remember the red vomit
    Before the reap

    We stood tall and we stood just
    We were complete but now we stand incomplete
    A son looks at the star but fails to see
    Its value to the honour done
    We remember

    Graves of dirt standing proud
    Men of honour fallen to the reaper
    We met as friends but left as Brothers
    We remember the look of fear
    We remember the loss of life
    I remember the memories forever​
     
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    <Just so you know I am not entering the contest voting but this is the piece that I came up with on the theme so I thought I would post it in here along with the others.>

    Marble wall

    White lettering adorns you
    Loved ones mourn around you
    Flowers wilt and die upon you
    Whilst a soul rest below you.

    We walk the line each day
    Our feet upon that path created a trench
    In which the tears from our eyes did fill
    River of desperation to carry your souls away.

    A place where memories lay dormant
    A place where loved ones hopes die
    A place where no future lies
    A place where innocence is lost
    And the reaper stalks all day.
     
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    Torana I would hope you enter this Poem in voting. Your a good poet and Have every right to be counted.
     
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    No I run the contests and therefor it would be unfair and I just wanted to share it with everyone.
     
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    Well I have to admit. Its the first time i entered. ;)
     
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