Weekly Poetry Contest One Hundred and Sixty Five Voting Only a handful of entries this week, but a strangely relevant theme... And this week's theme was (courtesy of chatterbox): Sadness of the Heart Voting will end on Thursday 29th September 2011. 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. Banzai ---------- Post added at 11:10 PM ---------- Previous post was at 11:07 PM ---------- Emily By Dithnir It was the softest wool I could knit to fit the fingers that twitched to her dreaming. The nurse changed her nappy in her clear plastic box delicate with wires, adjusting the socks. "She's sleeping." I looked in my bag, to find and place in full view my ragged blue bear, to watch her while I left her there, following the long echoing halls to the nightporters in the canteen eating, a cold bacon roll while her heart stopped beating, feet clattering on corridor floors I followed the alarm that kept me outside her door as they rushed around her, my daughter, glancing first to monitors, then nurses, heads bowing, then me. A doctor removed his mask, no more risk of infection, his 80 hour week ends in this show of affection. My ear is on his cheek, my bear on the incubator she's lying inside. Emily had ferociously tried. ---------- Post added at 11:12 PM ---------- Previous post was at 11:10 PM ---------- No-one can see By chatterbox pain, hurt, it takes over me they say I'm a normal kid but no-one can see. Heartbreak, the worst it can be when it's family, like a burden it hangs over me. Every day, it remains a secret, locked up tight so no-one can see. Tears stay inside of me, a secret forever surely you can see. ---------- Post added at 11:12 PM ---------- Previous post was at 11:12 PM ---------- Dear A By ganymede In every line Leads forth from me One starving heart Voraciously Enamoured so Yet brimming full Of loneliness Unbearable Another chance My love I wish Avail to you Not to dismiss Do understand All that is mine Is but for you, your Love divine Oh what I seek Veritably Ends only if You let me be of One with you, I love you so Unless you see, you'll never know ---------- Post added at 11:13 PM ---------- Previous post was at 11:12 PM ---------- Park Pidgeon By Cordoma I am perched on my park bench, the prison. in central park, only pimps pay visits to preen and put me on display with every penny, my muscle panics my heart pumps less and less and less ---------- Post added at 11:14 PM ---------- Previous post was at 11:13 PM ---------- Sadness of the heart By Murphy Each one of us one day must keep that final appointment Like everyone who has gone before The meeting with death and more importantly judgement For some it’s a destiny that they absolutely abhor And so some should, it must be said For God’s Word describes a terrifying thing Not for everyone who appears to be dead Only those who appear to be alive but are dying When a loved one leaves this earthly station Their departure, to us, seems like disaster Their leaving us, is like annihilation Despite soothing words from Priest or Pastor But tears really are not necessary, Now that life’s trials are a thing of the past, Sickness and death may have been scary, But they are at peace now, at last. For them, Death was no terrifying leap into the dark Not because of mans opinion or religious ethos Mankind now has a living Ark, That carries us from this pain and utter chaos For the believer who has been to the cross, Knows there is no need to despair, Despite your agonising hurt of personal loss, Be glad they enjoy a peace beyond compare. For they left this realm of sadness and strife Where Men against men continually fight For money and power and a decadent life Oblivious apparently, that their time is finite Where on Earth, pride and selfishness rules And the wisdom of men is the wisdom of fools. Your loved one has finished their test They now embrace eternal life For they were worthy when assessed To bathe forever in the warmth of everlasting light. However do not obsess so with our final destination That you forget to experience the journey, Instead, rejoice each dawn at the revelation That this can be your land of milk and honey For you have friends and loved ones, You can see and hear and taste and talk Relish nature and all the beauty beneath the heavens And enjoy every day of your earthly walk. ---------- Post added at 11:14 PM ---------- Previous post was at 11:14 PM ---------- Puddle on the lawn By tubby I wish I had a binary brain, where thoughts could merely follow, a pathway of correctness. I wish my spaghetti Jungle mind could hesitate, when confronted with two choices. Thoughts plough through the endless doors and gateways, that lead to options endless resulting indisputables, with conclusions realized that speak to me in multi foreign voices. I wish I had a binary brain that steered me to the facts, or least , could recognize a truth. I wish my spaghetti jungle mind could cast aside the rest of me, and needs, or merely feels 'quite warm'. Thoughts keep opening endless doorways and paths that lead to, not reflecting anything; Raindrops on a roof. Resulting in a water tank with over flow quite bubbling. My thinking ?. . . Just a puddle on the lawn. ---------- Post added at 11:15 PM ---------- Previous post was at 11:14 PM ---------- END IT ALL… By akexodia The fleeting look of the joyous outbursts, The eyes. They embrace the time. Etched in my mind; those moments. Gazing the creation sublime. Seems like a long journey, Spanned a year; unforgettable. Seems like a fairy tale. Devoid the demons; an epic fable. The foreseen truth takes a toll, I sense the time to end it all. Ready to slaughter my fervor Torment ridden, I see you a redeemer. The prayers prove all frail. As the paths diverge. Wish the time could halt, To utter the feelings that surge. I turn back, with every step away, Perceiving your echoes that crawl. Alas! Fate deafens me, For I sense the time to end it all.