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Weekly Poetry Contest (175) Voting

Poll closed Dec 22, 2011.
  1. Old Lines ~ Novemberfire11

    3 vote(s)
    60.0%
  2. Mod Con Architecture ~ Cacian

    0 vote(s)
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  3. Street orphans I ~ One1Winged1Angel

    1 vote(s)
    20.0%
  4. Stereotypical Statistic ~ seelifein69

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    Weekly Poetry Contest (175) Voting - On the Street

    Discussion in 'Bi-Weekly Poetry Contest Archives' started by Banzai, Dec 19, 2011.

    Weekly
    Poetry Contest
    One Hundred and Seventy Five
    Voting




    The last voting of the year!

    And this week's theme was (courtesy of chatterbox): On the Street

    Voting will end on Thursday 22nd December 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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    Old Lines
    By Novemberfire11


    Quiet lights pour their contradiction onto concrete better left black.
    Slivery specks of florescent moonshine
    Flood onto the cold sea of tar.
    While weeping strangers take comfort in the anonymity of a warm embrace.
    Fingers coil for the first and last time,
    While lips touch as they have done one hundred times before.
    Old lines and new faces intermingle,
    And fantasies are exactly what they mean.
    Sweet dreams are made and shattered
    in the desolate corners of humanity’s shame.
     
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    Mod Con Architecture
    By Cacian


    about the walls outside the
    malls
    balances out a scafolding
    I lift my head to see what more
    and there it was
    drastically coined
    shinning a shape,
    iconic vigour in disguise
    of glass and metal grafted to hold back,
    a scrapper,
    a sizeable dismay,
    synthetic of a plastic age,
    modern defiance gazing at the skies
    amidst the fracas of a past,
    it stands 'solete
    looking austere
    artifical, surreal on the streets ,
    awaiting time for its release,
    for night time it is all but peace
    lit from the outside as a siege
    and sparked from the inside whilst it sleeps.
     
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    Street orphans I
    By One1Winged1Angel


    Street lights hovering
    like the bowed heads
    of sad eyed giraffes
    the swaying palm trees
    of Northern Africa
    shimmering whiskers
    from furious police cars
    brushing against our reality
    leaving us confused
    about the upsides of the situation
    buildings and crying windows
    trying to keep the intimacy compact
    but fail
    in the presence of greater surfaces
    and meanwhile children are awakening
    hanging from our conscience
    like concrete caterpillars
    waiting to blossom
    into blindfolded pedestrians
    waking up in great cities
    walking in great cities
    with their heads under their arms
    and their souls in small glass containers
    which they left on imaginary shelves
    in imaginary homes
    with much simpler lives
    than those of sepia butterflies
    and abstract cuttlefish
    not responding to traffic lights
    or other big city rules
    only laughing
    hysterically
    at the proposed choice of colors
    and words and words and words
    used as heavy artillery
    thrown from fuming human lips
    in all possible directions
    the never ending ammunition
    with casualty vortexes
    participating in war
    that no one even cares about
    or has heard about
     
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    Stereotypical Statistic
    By seelifein69


    There's constant repeat in the street.
    Down where the tough kids go to meet.

    Been there over a hundred times.
    Must a heard a thousand rhymes.

    Toting, packing, hustling, f***ing s**t up.
    Can't see they're just another chump.

    Get an education, the teachers saying.
    "With who's money, lady? You payin?"

    Countless faces, all one in the same,
    leave this earth with violence to blame.

    So beat by beat, and shot by shot,
    The hoodlums meet outside the shop.
     
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