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  1. Banzai

    Banzai One-time Mod, but on the road to recovery Contributor

    Mar 31, 2007
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    Reading, UK

    Weekly Poetry Contest (108) - Changing of Seasons

    Discussion in 'Monthly Poetry Contest Archives' started by Banzai, Mar 16, 2010.

    Poetry Contest
    One Hundred and Eight

    Let's get poetrifying!

    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 last six days, meaning it will close on Monday 22nd March 2010.

    The voting stage will begin immediately, and will be open for three days, ending on Thursday 25th March 2010.

    And this week's theme is (courtesy of AmandaC): Change of Seasons

    Be imaginative, have fun, and get writing


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

    maedd_the_raven New Member

    Mar 7, 2010
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    Autumnal Wrath

    Autumnal wrath; expelled in swirling, vivid yellow rage
    A vicious tumult of tumbling red, torn from shivering Maple
    As Ash stands aquiver, stripped timid to watch the dark discourse of a roiling sky
    All the while the Willow weeps lament at the smothered torment of a vagrant star
    A fading light with the heavy burden of suppressed ebullience
    Staring down in trepidation upon the vibrant wealth of fallen decay
    And this to shall be swept away, in the frigid beckoning of winter's call
    Life lost, and life begun, slumber now till the rising sun.
  3. MissingInAction

    MissingInAction New Member

    Mar 12, 2010
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    [NOPARSE]Last Year

    Summer roared to life with the trepidation of a mother bear
    .....Whose cubs have disappeared from view -
    Fall crept across the sultry air
    .....Who saw? Who felt? Who knew
    Winter whispered without a care
    .....The bitter cold of mist and dew.
    Spring at last, with warmth to share.
    .....No warmth will spread for you![/NOPARSE]

    *******And just so people can read it before it gets posted to the other thread*******

    Last Year

    Summer roared to life with the trepidation of a mother bear
    .....Whose cubs have disappeared from view -
    Fall crept across the sultry air
    .....Who saw? Who felt? Who knew
    Winter whispered without a care
    .....The bitter cold of mist and dew.
    Spring at last, with warmth to share.
    .....No warmth will spread for you!
  4. Reicheru

    Reicheru New Member

    Feb 5, 2010
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    A Springtime Plight

    Blossom froths upon the tree
    that last week was so bare to see.
    I gaze upon the pinks and whites
    that drift down in this queer, fresh light.
    For spring – yes spring! – is here at last
    and cruel harsh winter’s now been cast
    back to a distant memory past,
    no more to dull our souls.

    But wait! What’s this that looms above?
    A pitch black cloud threatens my loves.
    The dainty petals reach for me
    and pray that I can set them free.
    A dark Fate waits for them, they know,
    such that will drag them all down low.
    They think they couldn’t bear it so,
    to be dashed on the ground.

    I wish that I could help you now
    But I must sit beneath this cow
    And wait until the rains have passed.
    But you stay there! Be strong, hold fast!
    You’ve had such strength see all along!
    These storms cannot rage on for long
    before they see they don’t belong
    and move on right away.

    But woe is me this cow it sees
    me hiding down below, I freeze…
    It looks me in the eye and moos
    Then stands upon my hand – Eee! Oooo!
    If only I was not so dumb
    that in my haste to see the sun
    forgot about the rains that come
    to ruin all my springtime fun
    like clockwork every year.
  5. Ayge

    Ayge New Member

    Mar 20, 2010
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    Thas Wassup

    Romance, where red flames dance
    all year round.
    Bouts of cold weather in between heat strokes.
    I live where the Sun whips our backs,
    a pile of Doritos and full flavor ale to his arsenal.

    Mother almost falls on each side.
    But she sits here comfortably.
    We sleep near her stationary belly,
    waterlogged rocking chair, her seat is yellow with
    lemonade stains, they mark the month.

    Bring me the ice!
    I can't see without them,
    unless the shade follows me
    in 2pm thunderstruck parking lots.

    It's been years since the leaves have fallen.
    My seasons, 2 B's and an F
    commercial sporting mark the days
    beside what the rest of the world wears and when.

    The deep south, where winter hides in white boxes
    and is sold for 2 dollars a bag.
    Where the only colored leaves are those you smoke.
    And I sit steady,
    My white shirt drenched
    enjoying winter and fall
    I spring into summer.
    A slow creep over each week.
    Seasons? Not likely.
  6. Marshall41

    Marshall41 New Member

    Feb 4, 2009
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    Turning Day

    Before dawn breaks through dusty eaves
    I wake and stretch my napping soul
    And, young, I follow father hence
    To plow the empty fields in full.

    Though, fresh my back, still green and yew,
    My mind is like a new born calf
    And as I work, my thoughts a-strew
    From this, my work and destined path.

    I dream of knight and dragon fights,
    Where maidens fair wait for my sword
    To cut down fiends that torch the night
    And take her safe from nightmares forth.

    But as I dream, the sun does rise
    And gives to me new sites abound,
    That move the heart and blind the eyes
    To all I dreamed when young I plowed.

    New thoughts now wandered to my mind
    Of fame and fortune on the stage,
    Where pictures flashed my name in grand,
    “The Best of All in Modern Age!”

    But as I plow, the sun takes height
    And I, to prime, am taken bid,
    When dreams of family cross my thought,
    So now I plow like father did.

    Then sprouts the bud of life to me
    And son and daughter age so fast,
    That now I reap the fruits of seed
    With both my lads as I did past.

    The sun now sets as I turn home,
    To rest with wife with children gone,
    My grey hairs sway in breezes blown,
    From morning’s hills by heaven’s song.
  7. Katierose1822

    Katierose1822 New Member

    Aug 3, 2009
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    The Soul is awakened as the first flowers bloom
    mother natures call is expelled, by the fruit of the womb
    As father time paces onto into Summer
    life has flown by and age is upon us
    first steps rejoiced among grassy dunes
    academically challenged we voice our assumes
    wind dances among us,as we float into Fall
    Loved ones surround us and captivate our thoughts
    As winters last breath marches amidst
    bidding farewell as the seasons slip
  8. Lauren

    Lauren New Member

    Apr 1, 2008
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    Pages torn off calendars

    Pages torn off calendars
    mark the daylight hours
    that separate Monday from Tuesday.
    Calculated. Controlled.

    The unhalting beats
    by which we set our clocks
    march steadily on,

    And We the frenzied masses
    scurry through this mass of time -
    neatly apportioned by our own canon -
    as summer becomes autumn,
    as we thaw and grow and freeze and die.

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