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Weekly Poetry Contest (171) Voting

Poll closed Nov 24, 2011.
  1. rising ~ Cacian

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  2. The Loser ~ One1Winged1Angel

    4 vote(s)
    36.4%
  3. Estoy Viejo (To be/I am Old) ~ RusticOnion

    3 vote(s)
    27.3%
  4. Tries To Hold On ~ architectus

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  5. Behind a Facade of my Own Devising ~ Waltznmatildah

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    Weekly Poetry Contest (171) Voting - Loss of Self

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    Weekly
    Poetry Contest
    One Hundred and Seventy One
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    It's brilliant to see so many people taking part in these contests :)

    And this week's theme was (courtesy of RusticOnion): Loss of Self

    Voting will end on Thursday 24th November 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.


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    rising
    By Cacian


    bric brac
    there goes
    yourself in loss
    feeling the faint?
    dashing or quaint?
    flauless it goes
    selfless inside
    selfish outside
    losened in bolts
    joined up no more.

    cruise up and down
    searchful to find
    a symbol fake
    something to grab
    whilst turning right
    colded and flat
    metallic slack.

    rev up those gears
    from nought to four
    fast as you can
    look out
    for twist
    it's out to quit
    those fives in flicks
    then grits and grounds
    then time is stuck!
    the move has brupt
    and steal has flungged
    courage is down
    no longer fit
    in forward back.

    selflull is it?
    loathed in glitz
    full up a brim
    grimace to grins
    selfless is best
    managed in bits
    too lost for words
    oh well it's world!

    get off your self
    wipe off the stern
    picture is blurred
    nothing to say?
    left is a turn
    straight is ahead
    cirlce is full
    sefless in speech
    selfull in fierce.

    lost on a hill?
    mountains it feels
    climbing has art
    skillful and strenght
    none of them fit
    yourself in wits!
    run down and quick
    nature can flip
    just like a cloud
    looking so sloft
    then comes the wind
    torrent is rained
    wonder no more
    give up your oars
    sea waves are force
    weakness is washed
    shorefull of bliss.
     
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    The Loser
    By One1Winged1Angel


    Cactus colored bed sheets
    much softer than your own
    halfhearted diary entries
    from the life you loaned

    Their minuscular wingspans
    saying they found your body
    somewhere in the wasteland
    in a barrel with burning money.

    Silver screen prophets
    know the location of your brain
    you probably just forgot it
    on the airplane seat in Spain

    Very doubtful sources
    glimpsed your flickering soul
    running with wild horses
    with no clear goals

    A long lost ex-lover
    saw your running heart
    hiding under her green covers
    camouflaged in the dark
     
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    Estoy Viejo (To be/I am Old)
    By RusticOnion


    The days of joy and boundless glee,
    flee into the haze, retreating from me.
    Grief-filled nostalgia laced with woe;
    reclamation is serendipity.

    As man casts away all his youth,
    like dead-weight on the Styx, he wants to row.
    Jaded by cynicism he can’t sleuth;
    greeting his end, like an old foe.

    Atop our thrones, beards weaved of time,
    eyes rimmed with glass, faces carved out of lime
    gold hair, all topped off with a bow.
    This mockery of wisdom masks our crime!


    To lose one’s values, dreams, beliefs;
    self-adaptation to the old motifs,
    society cannot fore-go.
    Leave, relate to peers for social reliefs.

    Thus preparing the corrupted fields, for
    the next generation to sow.
     
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    Tries To Hold On
    By architectus


    Every night he thinks about killing Jill.
    Wonders if she will beg for help or shrill.
    Wonders if she will die fast or strive long.
    Understands that such thoughts must be wrong.

    At work, Jill pops in his head.
    Thinking of her being dead.
    Thinking of her on his bed.
    How the sheets would be stained red.

    Thoughts come more often but are not sin.
    Trying to hold back desire for her skin.
    Trying to stay at her door as she does sleep.
    But can't stay his knife that must plunge deep.
     
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    Behind a Facade of my Own Devising
    By Waltznmatildah


    There are so many days
    Heaped haphazardly
    So that one runs into the next.
    Through a haze
    In a daze
    I’m touching this intangible thing
    Named time-
    As if life is measurable.
    Forever is taking over
    And I'm slipping down,
    Beyond my grasp.
    My eyes have become mirrors-
    Who can see past polished glass?
    I am a rock
    I am smoke
    Impenetrable,
    Dual natured.
    You’ll see me over the sink
    Hovering at the edges,
    Prying with bloody fingers
    Hammering to be let in.
     
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