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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 (142) - Disasters

    Discussion in 'Monthly Poetry Contest Archives' started by Banzai, Feb 28, 2011.

    Poetry Contest
    One Hundred and Forty Two

    It's poetry 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 at least 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 be open for six days, closing on Monday 7th March 2011.

    The voting stage will begin immediately, and will be open for three days, ending on Thursday 10th March 2011.

    And this week's theme is: Disasters

    The theme is yours to do what you like with, but we're looking for lyrical, probably fairly narrative poems.

    The next (142nd) contest's theme will be (courtesy of Cerrus): Limericks, and it will be opened on Monday 28th February 2011.

    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. Delvok

    Delvok New Member

    Nov 7, 2009
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    The 1887 Yellow River Flood

    From what’s called the cradle
    (of civilization)
    for colossal China
    came, onto the mainland
    the “Yellow River Flood”
    from Nature, who fought back
    adept and savagely
    at those on the poor farms
    who thought they had tamed it
    50,000 square miles
    the tomes say it covered
    and nine-hundred-thousand
    it read that it had killed.

    It rushed through the vast land
    drowning all in its way:
    men, women, and children.
    None were immune to it
    and when they spoke of it
    in the times afterwards
    during the great famines
    it was historical.

    It’s funny now, you see
    no one remembers it
    it is just one more fact:
    a forgotten account
    in archaic-bound books
    that none will ever read
    and even when mentioned
    in the databases
    or on the internet
    no one will remember
    the real way that it was
    it will be jarred/twisted
    by our own conceptions
    because we were not there
    and no one will now know
    the sound of when it came.
  3. thefreshman

    thefreshman New Member

    Mar 18, 2009
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    The USA Nebraska to be exact
    Everywhere I look.

    Anytime I turn,

    There your image is fading from my view.

    Never speaking to you,

    Never seeing you,

    Except in my dreams.

    I beg for sleep.

    I long for my dreams to last more than a night.

    Each night I beg for this to be the last day I awake.

    Then each morning I wake to find my dream,

    Was just a dream again,

    You really are gone...

    Tonight however I'll do something to change that,

    Please let this sleep last forever,

    Let this dream be my escape.

    Just let me sleep,

    Leave me be,

    I'm sorry for the stains I'll leave when I'm gone.
  4. Dandroid

    Dandroid New Member

    Feb 15, 2011
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    it was late
    but they still kept coming

    bodies covered in dust
    the pulverized remains
    of shaken structures

    we erected tents
    an entire city of canvas
    as the muddied feet
    from broken water mains

    still kept coming

    we didn't stop
    through the night

    until the dawn gave us pause

    as if surprised

    that the sun rose still
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  5. Sidewinder

    Sidewinder Contributor Contributor

    Feb 18, 2011
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    Toronto, Ontario
    Kids These Days.

    Kids These Days

    My mom sees me
    as a lawyer or a cop
    because I'm really strong
    and I beat people up.
    I just got suspended for three days
    and now I'm on my way
    to laser-quest.
  6. ScaryMonster

    ScaryMonster Active Member

    Jan 10, 2011
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    The son of seismic shifting rage, was
    washed by warm and fragment waves.

    In Sunda Strait the currents slow, and
    under there a monster grows.

    Bleaching steam and blowing smoke
    from the sea and island broke.

    And over time the cone did grow,
    between Sumatra, west of Java.

    Known to us, forever after
    as the island Krakatau.

    The roaring forties cast us there;
    we plied the spiced and scented air.

    But in the jade green Java Sea, a deafening
    roar did split our ears.

    The loudest noise the world has heard,
    around the Earth seven times it turned.

    Whilst the pyroclastic flows across the
    Sunda Sea did go.

    Tsunamis dealt the hammer blow; with
    Java caked in ashen snow.

    Under Sunda we all died, as we
    watched the monstrous columns rise.

    Our bones all washed and cast about,
    and pumice floats on the clipper route.

    Krackatoa West of Java, is our grave
    for forever after.

    Washed by warm and haunted waves,
    the son of Krakatau now lays.

    Upon our seismic shattered graves.
  7. Bay K.

    Bay K. New Member

    Mar 6, 2011
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    Born a handicap
    To unwed parents who earned crap
    An offspring of separation
    Abandoned by a father of evasion
    Pitied and tolerated by a mother
    Who’d truly rather not bother
    Growing without life’s positive values
    Encountering mishaps at all avenues
    Despised by most for his frailty
    Who believe that for his plight he must be guilty
    Living constantly with a moan and groan
    Hating the world with a heart of stone
    For leaving him so terribly alone
    Everyone is too busy to care
    How well or not this poor man will fare
    Soon, old age and degeneration set in
    With no major achievements in this man’s life setting
    He wonders why his birth was brought about
    And can’t wait for when from this life he’ll be taken out
    He cannot understand what the joy and laughter around him mean
    As in society he is like an alien being
    As usual he lies down in despair
    But now with a longing to die in solitaire
    For this world and its life he can no longer bear
  8. Sassy

    Sassy New Member

    Feb 28, 2011
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    Mistakes Echo

    A pebble.
    friendless finale
    though the onslaught
    was imperceptible

    A need.
    optimistic core
    disregards prudence

    a girl in want of love
    a boy in want of the girl
    fall together as mushy goo

    no plan. no money.
    Isn't love funny?

    A rumble.
    girl is pregnant
    boy is frightened
    no one thought of love

    A life.
    the child is born and
    diapers continually changed

    one parent drinks
    the other rants
    Why? is the question they ask

    Where is the love? Where is the fun?
    How did it come to this?

    no plan. no love.
    the child left in want.

    Avalanche sprawls.
    dad abandons, mom ignores
    child is left searching
    for the unknown

    A need.
    optimistic core
    disregards prudence

    a girl in want of love
    a boy in want of the girl
    fall together in mushy goo

    no money. no clue.
    Do I love you?

    girl is pregnant
    boy is frightend
    no one questions love

    Lives buried.
    grandparents too young
    parents are numb

    How did this happen? Are we doomed?
    as the mess of threads warp this loom.
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