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    Weekly Poetry Contest (219) - The Apocalypse

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    Weekly
    Poetry Contest
    Two Hundred and Nineteen




    I hope we're all suitably in the mood for, erm, the end of the world.

    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 fourteen days, closing on Monday 31st December 2012.

    The voting stage will begin immediately -- provided, of course, we're still here -- and will be open for three days, ending on Thursday 3rd January 2013.

    And this week's theme is: (courtesy of me) The Apocalypse


    The next (220th) contest's theme will be (courtesy of Jonathan22): The Idealistic Existence (well, we had to didn't we?) and it will be opened on Monday 31st December 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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    "Same old song and dance"

    The end of the world,
    A familiar song
    Water, earth, ice, and fire,
    The composer's instruments

    Innocent eyes look around,
    How?
    A cataclysm looks back
    Why?

    Tired feet and weary bones;
    This number is old to me
    Virgin ears and youthful souls!
    This routine is nothing new

    The end of the world,
    A familiar song
    Life, death, peace, and war,
    It's nothing new
     
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    My Apocalypse

    The end of my world cannot be predicted
    by Mayans or Evangelics or Crazies.
    My world ends
    when your moon-face no longer lights up my sky
    with freckle-stars.
    The end of my world cannot be exacted
    by me, at least.
    My world will end
    when your tree-limbs no longer entangle my body,
    when your wind-whisper no longer tickles my ears,
    when your earthen-heart no longer quakes upon my breast.
     
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    Following the footprints in the sand...
    Date Unknown

    Date Unknown

    A date unknown...
    One that comes to all.
    A date unknown...
    Even the mighty fall.

    Down...
    Down...
    Down...
    Rock bottom.

    Dark...
    Alone...
    Broken...
    So alone...

    A date unknown...
    Never forgotten.
    A date unknown...
    A perfect fruit, gone rotten.

    Sticks and stones.
    Here alone.
    Bare bones...
    Here alone.

    A date unknown...
    The day my world fell.
    A date unknown...
    Saw everything shot to hell.

    Rock bottom...
    A place I knew.
    A path...
    Followed through.

    Apocalypse...
    A date I know.
    Aftermath...What remains...
    Much I have to show.

    Life...
    Another day ahead.
    Words upon a page.
    Stories yet unsaid.

    Slower, softer, gentler.
    Now...
    A date unknown...
    Showed me how.
     
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    Curtain Call

    Fleeting fingers fumble,
    Reaching for all that is nought.
    Money means nothing for today,
    This path can not be bought.

    The time is nye with tomorrows gone,
    Yesterdays of worship were all golden.
    Spirits and demons weigh on scales,
    With sides to be given not chosen.

    Soon the etheral sceptor has risen,
    It's fall becomes the signal to attack.
    The end is not far from how its written,
    The curtain closes, the world fades to black.
     
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