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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 (149) - Shakespearean Sonnet

    Discussion in 'Monthly Poetry Contest Archives' started by Banzai, Apr 27, 2011.

    Poetry Contest
    One Hundred and Forty Nine

    Sorry it's a day or so late. I'm overworked, and mildly inebriated.

    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 five days, closing on Monday 2nd May 2011.

    The voting stage will begin immediately, and will be open for three days, ending on Thursday 5th May 2011.

    And this week's theme is: Shakespearean Sonnet

    A Shakespearean Sonnet is 14 lines in length, each line having 10 syallables, and with a rhyme scheme of a-b-a-b, c-d-c-d, e-f-e-f, g-g (finishing on a rhyming couplet).

    The next (150th) contest's theme will be: Looking Into The Abyss, and it will be opened on Monday 2nd May 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. nightguard

    nightguard New Member

    Apr 26, 2011
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    Poetry entry


    When all alone, quiet, and lost in thought,
    I see again the times when I was young.
    I smile for attention I often sought,
    Knowing if I was sad then you would come.
    You would dry the teardrops that then would flow
    Be my bedside nurse on a restless night.
    A soothing word and I'd forget my woe,
    Consoled that you were not far from my sight.
    Your wrath confused me when I misbehaved,
    Never believing I was ever wrong.
    But now I see love through your stormy rage,
    With your wise words I have grown Oh so strong.
    So when I think of you, Mother and friend,
    All regrets are over, all sorrows end.
  3. Jayyy1014

    Jayyy1014 Jerrica Contributor

    Apr 9, 2011
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    No such thing as true love

    To say one loves like the air we breathe in,
    is nonsense, fore, true love doesn't exist,
    one shall end up depressed and full of sin
    if shall believe such a mind-boggling twist

    When infatuated one may be blind
    but as you're denied you'll begin to see
    love is only a myth, it's never kind
    the hurt remains, unlike any skinned knee

    To take somebody's heart should be a crime
    fore, they steal it and they don't give it back
    they will leave it broken, buried by grime
    A warm heart is what most people will lack

    To say one loves like the air we breathe in
    you silly fool, true love has never been
  4. tarnished

    tarnished Contributor Contributor

    May 16, 2008
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    Last Night

    I'm feeling light, this bottle weighs to much
    this nights to long, I didn't want to stay
    I don't like her, but shes soft to the touch
    It's not right, but I'll do it anyway.

    Loving this guest room, the walls are so low.
    Instincts to love, our rhythm is unflawed-
    perfection in moonlight, you midnight glow.
    I'm asking why I ever questioned god.

    This happened so quickly, to fast to pace
    I'm loving you like I'm gonna miss you
    this is a game, and our love is a race
    you say you love me, I say I do to.

    Love is never waste , except when you are-
    blurry memories of a night to far.
  5. Brandonriederer

    Brandonriederer New Member

    Mar 31, 2011
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    “Sleeping Lessons”

    A state of mind in which peace triumphs all
    Creative thoughts indulged in while asleep
    An extravagantly elegant drawl
    A wonderful yet vain hope to be reaped
    All alone at an isolated lake
    No sad sorrow, nor a soul within miles
    Nor a dearest fair accused at the stake
    Nothing but the silent, peaceful twilight
    And the red sunset flowing into night
    The setting sun gave the hills complexion
    As the pine’s shadows swayed in their own right
    As I skipped rocks into my reflection
    Concluding a day isn’t your demise
    Dreams in which you reject what you despise
  6. flapjack

    flapjack New Member

    Apr 16, 2011
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    South Texas
    My Vile Mistress, Rage

    My mistress ever is vile, a vicious whore.
    She gives herself to those that she can lure,

    A hard a kiss for them who open the door,
    and long a romp for those, anger is pure.

    For men, women alike who they allow,
    herself she gives for free, as they desire.

    To money, fame, nor power will she bow,
    Her only want to fill her growing choir.

    But songs of theirs are only anger, pain
    a chorus telling all of malice, hate.

    Of all the songs she plays for none are sane,
    they strum the tune of much a lesser fate.

    My mistress ever is vile, a vicious whore.
    Her song in fills my ears, and love I more.
  7. Froggy

    Froggy New Member

    Apr 15, 2011
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    Role model

    My son, have you not heard a word I said?
    You want to join, you say, to go and fight.
    I do not wish, my boy, to see you dead.
    I'd stop you, son, were it within my might.

    But father, chose I now to stay at home,
    And waited here for news of soldiers lost
    Wouldn't I be guilty of the death of some?
    To save just one, I'd gladly pay the cost.

    I've been to war, my child, I've seen it all.
    No medal nor honor were worth the price.
    I lost my dearest friends, I saw them fall.
    they're dead and gone now, yet were honored twice.

    I know what you fought for father, or whom.
    For us, you fought, you won, beat certain doom.
  8. bangtail

    bangtail New Member

    Jun 12, 2010
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    I washed all the plates that were in the sink,
    and dried all the dishes and cups by hand.
    So tired and worried I could not think;
    today is the day that I leave my man.
    He will not see that I need more from life,
    and chooses to see what I do not do.
    He chooses to treat me not as his wife,
    instead as a girl who's just there to screw.
    So, today I make his last homemade meal,
    finish the laundry and walk out the door.
    I look at my home and can't help but feel
    though homeless and scared, he owns me no more.
    Have fun doing what I normally do,
    and as a parting note, "Honey, screw you."
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