1. thirdwind

    thirdwind Member Contest Administrator Reviewer Contributor

    Jul 17, 2008
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    Discussion in 'Monthly Poetry Contest' started by thirdwind, Jul 5, 2014.

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  2. Exclusive

    Exclusive Member

    Jun 27, 2011
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    Little Sommelier

    the cellar door waits...
    beyond it, lies those unknown
    concord fragrances.
  3. Darkkin

    Darkkin Reflection of a nobody Contributor

    Jun 21, 2012
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    Following the footprints in the sand...

    Down a flight, steep and narrow
    Small feet, race, chasing a goal
    Straight and true, an arrow.

    Checks stinging, a livid bruise
    Her dreams, her voice
    She refused to lose.

    Anne, of Gabled fame,
    Leather bound and weighted
    With her came.

    Through a door, ages old
    Leading to a garden, a vision
    Of a Secret, told.

    The flagstone floor, uneven and heaving
    A sea of ice, the cracking floes
    An imagination, wheeling.

    Rock People, Fey, the Echo...
    Fleeing Dreamer into a world of elsewhere
    By way of the cellar door, a path she learned so long ago.
  4. Selbbin

    Selbbin I hate you Contributor

    Oct 16, 2012
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    The mysterious disappearance of Old Man Kipper's battered red cellar door and the impending doom to follow as told by Cranky Pete, his ten-year-old grandson who is the offspring to his favorite son Michael (not that he has favorites)....

    'Where the hell's the cellar door!?'
    Grandpa yelled in shock,
    Staring at the gaping hole,
    'And why'd they leave the lock?'

    'Who the hell breaks in a home,
    and steals a bloody door?
    It's old and worn and slightly bent,
    What's a robber need it for?'

    'That's mighty weird,' he shook his head
    Still a bit perplexed
    Little did the old man know,
    The mower wheels were next!

    Then I'd have a rocket ship,
    Built for 'Death Trap' hill,
    Where I smashed up my last billy-cart,
    Looking for a thrill.
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  5. ChaosReigns

    ChaosReigns Archnemesis of the Damned Contributor

    Mar 20, 2013
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    Between Aberystwyth, Wales and Medway, Kent, UK
    The Secrets of a Faceless Man.

    A cellar door.
    hidden in a public place
    openable by a bookcase.
    where horrors hide.

    the faceless man
    a plain set of armour
    reason to believe that
    he is the one doing the killing.

    an owl faced helm.
    he works late at night
    beginning and ending
    behind that cellar door.

    where his bloody instruments
    replace the bottles of wine.
    for bottles of blood, bone and horn.
    show no mercy for the living.
  6. Jayray7352

    Jayray7352 New Member

    Sep 13, 2013
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    Beyond the Cellar Door

    Beneath the thick of dust and more,
    It lie asleep beneath the floor,
    Carved with symbols Knights once wore,
    The Chalice out of sight.

    He’d found the gate just once before,
    An aging wooden cellar door,
    A secret lying ‘neath the floor,
    That brought him here tonight.

    For now upon his breast he wore,
    The symbols carved upon the door,
    Allegiance to the Craft he’d swore,
    A Seeker of the Light.

    But when he stepped upon the floor,
    That lie beyond the cellar door,
    And found the chest that he’d come for,
    The reason for his plight.

    He found just wood and nothing more,
    Inside the chest that he’d come for,
    The key to life forever more,
    Was still beyond his sight.

    Now back before the cellar door,
    He stood just as he had before,
    And turned to travel East once more,
    Into the dark of night.

    In search of what was had before,
    What now was nothing more than lore,
    That granted life forever more,
    From spark…to flame…to Light.
  7. AJ Conrad

    AJ Conrad Member

    Jul 20, 2014
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    You can barely see me clearly
    It's already getting dim
    Far beneath a home's warm light
    I wait, my expression grim

    I am foreboding, composed of wood
    My hinges have resigned to rust
    For ages I have locked away a secret
    But you, and only you, I trust

    Many lean on sun and fire
    And can only work in the light
    Abandon your crutches, walk on your own
    Reach out and embrace me, if only for one night

    Behind me, light will never shine
    Our thoughts are all you'll see
    Look and hear what is and isn't
    After all, you have the key

    I'll open up, step inside the cellar
    Learn not to go by vision
    What you use to find what cannot be seen
    Is only your decision...
  8. Michael R. Kage

    Michael R. Kage New Member

    Aug 7, 2014
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    On drunkards ...

    His nose a little bent and red,
    His gut is rotting not yet fed,
    His mind is thinking of the shed,
    Where age old whiskey casks still bled.

    ‘For all my thirst i squirm about,
    For all the parching of the drought,
    For all the nights you wore me out,
    My darling barrels of old stout.’

    ‘She hid the key!’, the drunkard swore,
    He even searched beneath the floor,
    He’s got an axe, he’ll get it torn!
    That forlorn cellar door!
  9. Charisma

    Charisma Transposon Contributor

    Jul 23, 2007
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    Lahore, Pakistan
    Muffled Mockery and Murder

    Muffled mockery and murder
    I used to breathe without choking on myself
    Untainted by the overwhelming, looming
    Sprawling giant of a fervour
    That deludes me into hope

    Crippled, cut and cold
    The next day resided on the greener edge
    Where the saccharin of your smile, your peace
    Didn’t plough my cavities beyond mould
    Or stirred the dead in me

    Will you beckon, once more
    This fear, apprehension, hollering horror
    Entrench it in the semblance of control
    Before I have to block off the cellar door
    And lose myself again
  10. Lewdog

    Lewdog Come ova here and give me kisses! Supporter Contributor

    Dec 9, 2012
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    Williamsburg, KY
    Age of Innocence

    Dressed as frog and princess,
    We acted for him,
    Often rarely missed,
    Behind that cellar door.

    We knew something was wrong,
    But we told no one,
    We just went along,
    Behind that cellar door.

    We lost our innocence and childhood,
    Taken before it began,
    Time we'll never see again,
    Lost behind that cellar door.
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  11. thirdwind

    thirdwind Member Contest Administrator Reviewer Contributor

    Jul 17, 2008
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    Voting is now open for Poetry Contest #250. The poll will close in 14 days on Sunday, August 31.

    You can read all entries in the posts below. Once the poll ends, all entries will be de-anonymized.

    A big thanks to everyone who entered, and good luck!

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