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  1. Banzai

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

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    Reading, UK

    Weekly Poetry Contest (150) - Looking into the Abyss

    Discussion in 'Monthly Poetry Contest Archives' started by Banzai, May 3, 2011.

    Poetry Contest
    One Hundred and Fifty

    Once more unto the poetry, dear friends, once more!

    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 six days, closing on Monday 9th May 2011.

    The voting stage will begin immediately, and will be open for three days, ending on Thursday 12th May 2011.

    And this week's theme is: Looking into the Abyss

    The next (151st) contest's theme will be: A Sense of Relief, and it will be opened on Monday 9th 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. Leatherworth Featherfist

    Leatherworth Featherfist New Member

    May 3, 2011
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    To Witness the Abyss

    First a slight turn and a gentle lunge,
    the daredevil cultures his own admiration.
    The fear stems in his throat and then splinters out of his mouth in a "roar."
    Looking down a spotlight sweeps and combs.
    A thousand peepers shift and expand.
    "A death defying leap," in the darkness is spoken,
    The lunge slips and plummets, and spirals to the sand.
    A mark was missed.
    The peepers flinch and retract.
    Upon no motion, the event is called, "closed."
    A darkness explodes and is brought home with each,
    the fearless daredevil had died on the beach.
  3. Jessica_312

    Jessica_312 New Member

    Apr 26, 2011
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    Here's my first attempt at poetry - ahhhh!!!

    Secrets of the Abyss
    Sonar blips,
    echoes a different tone from the lapping of water
    rolling against the hull.
    The trench lies beneath,
    the seemingly endless chasm
    calling out to be explored.
    Mask and suit follow,
    protection from the dangers below.

    Breathing through a tube,
    sound like the hiss of a serpent from the abyss,
    and water soon gives way to the intruder.
    Murky depths reluctantly fold back the curtain,
    an array of colors splashing before curious eyes,
    wrecked vessels remain cloaked in foreboding darkness.
    The follies of a curious man
    drive him further into the black.

    Knowledge at the tips of his fingers,
    nearly in sight,
    driving him deeper, deeper.
    The turning point has come and passed,
    but ghostly outlines speak of horrors, taunting,
    remaining just out of reach.
    Day becomes night,
    the serpentine hissing is silenced.

    The depths have claimed another,
    cloaking its secrets in a rolling grave.
  4. Liza

    Liza Active Member

    May 7, 2011
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    An Empty Abyss

    What can you feel with a black heart
    An empty abyss to call your own
    No truth comes from his lips
    Yet another believes his lies
    He told her that he could love
    He didn't mean a thing he said
    Yet she still comes back every time
    To hear the lies she treasures
    Looking into his heart is
    like looking into a black abyss
    Nobody knows that
    it is absoloutely empty
    Someday she'll see the bottom
    And another will take her place
    For what can you feel with a black heart
    An empty abyss to call your own
  5. Froggy

    Froggy New Member

    Apr 15, 2011
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    The abyss and I
    We're age old friends
    Like a lullaby
    As the day ends

    I stare at her
    She looks right back
    There as we were
    Again on track

    She's so serene
    My mind's a mess
    She knows where I've been
    And does not think less

    We dance each night
    Part through the day
    Darkness and light
    Will either hold sway?
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