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  1. Banzai

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

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    Weekly Poetry Contest (130) - Mirror, Mirror, On the Wall

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

    Poetry Contest
    One Hundred and Thirty

    Once again, it's poetrifying time!

    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
    • Poems must be a minimum of seven lines in length
    • 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 November 2010.

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

    And this week's theme is (courtesy of Aszyllin): Mirror, Mirror, On the Wall

    The next (131st) contest's theme will be: Rhyming Poems, and it will be opened on 22nd November 2010.

    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. jo spumoni

    jo spumoni Active Member

    Jun 23, 2010
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    Mirror, Mirror on the Wall

    To the Mirror on the wall:
    I wrote to say
    I loved you
    But alas!
    When I showed you
    "uoy evol I"
    Was reflected in the glass!
  3. Sonnet

    Sonnet New Member

    Oct 24, 2010
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    My speaking Illusion

    In my mixed emotions
    My eyesight trembled
    But the looking glass, so strong, so still
    Remained in its place.
    It laughed the movement in my face
    It wore marks made and then erased.
    By my savage hand and silly haste.
    Indeed I hold a lack of taste.
    When I stand before a false perfection
    A false perfection, that I cannot embrace.
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  4. bookmark12

    bookmark12 New Member

    Nov 21, 2010
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    New Jersey
    Shattered Past

    Standing in front of this cheap glass I couldn't feel a thing but shame
    The way it laughed at me and caused me so much pain
    Run away as quick as I might the glass would laugh even harder in spite
    My heart was aching as my spirit was breaking
    But the glass continued its mocking
    Once high spirits steadily dropping
    The glass, the glass, full of nothing but sass
    Turning my head to see something new
    I looked one last time and knew there was something to do
    Balled up my fists and swung
    Looking at the shattered glass I felt as though I finally won
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