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    Weekly Poetry Contest (212) - Gatekeeper

    Discussion in 'Bi-Weekly Poetry Contest Archives' started by Banzai, Oct 22, 2012.

    Weekly
    Poetry Contest
    Two Hundred and Twelve




    We seem to be back on schedule once more.

    The Rules
    • All entries must be on the set theme.
    • Only one entry per member.
    • No editing of entries once posted without my express permission (i.e. PM me and ask).
    • Poems must be titled
    • Entries must not have previously posted on the forums, and are not permitted to be posted for critique until AFTER the contest is completed.
    • Any violation of these rules will result in disqualification of entries, and possibly infraction.


    The entry stage will be open for sixth, closing on Monday 29th October 2012.

    The voting stage will begin immediately, and will be open for three days, ending on Thursday 1st November 2012.

    And this week's theme is: (courtesy of nomadpenguin) Gatekeeper


    The next (213th) contest's theme will be (courtesy of Solar): One Nation, and it will be opened on Monday 29th October 2012.


    Be imaginative, have fun, and get writing.


    Banzai


    PS: If you have any questions, please feel free to PM me. I don't bite (much).
     
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    Harbinger of Darkness

    The wind whispers through the eaves
    Dancing with the autumn leaves,
    The scent of smoke, a clink of keys
    The icy, frozen Gate

    The figure stands before the door,
    A scythe in hand forever more
    His cloak spread across the floor
    The avatar of Fate

    He watches the souls within the light,
    Himself the guardian of twilight,
    Holding behind him the bitter night,
    The icy, frozen Gate

    They come before him one by one,
    And kneel upon the darkling sun,
    In wretched mercy he spares none,
    The avatar of Fate

    And so the doors swing open wide,
    Embracing those who walk inside
    The sweet den of scented lies
    The warm, inviting Gate

    He stands alone before the sky,
    And raises his curved scythe on high,
    Darkness, freed, begins to fly
    The avatar of Fate
     
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    Selbbin I hate you Contributor

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    Behemoth door

    There it is: behemoth door!
    Scratch and pad it with my paw,
    Mewl and cry to let me in,
    Forgive me for my shameful sin.

    It looks like cold and wind and rain,
    Let me on the bed again.
    I won’t defile it any more,
    Not while you’re home that’s for sure!
     
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    Anger Management

    Lurking in darkness, waiting in the depths.
    A trigger here, a signal there;
    Release the glyph and let me out.

    Will pushes me down,
    Further into blackness,
    Ceasing to matter, fighting to exist.

    Lack of control, I spring free
    Though for merely a moment,
    Returned to my cage.
     
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    Location:
    Following the footprints in the sand...
    Gone

    Gone

    Gone away.
    A leaping bound.
    Gone ahead.
    A word unsaid.
    An empty shell.
    A silent echo...
    Gone, simply, gone.

    Gone.
    No trace of death's essence
    No breath of illness.
    Gone, merely, gone.
    Fading footprints.
    A broken swing.
    A weed choked path.
    Gone beyond.

    Gone.
    Childhood fading.
    Forgotten songs.
    A bumbled dance.
    A tide of wrongs.
    Gone, alone, gone.
    Brittle courage.
    A shield of bronze.
    Gone.

    Gone is...
    The fear.
    The doubt.
    The pain.
    The Gatekeeper...
    Gone, silence, gone.

    A voice speaks.
    Words echo.
    A heart beats.
    A soul learns to dream.
    A spirit discovers how to soar.
    Gone is the despair.
    Much is gone, but never hope.
     
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