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  1. Torana

    Torana Contributor Contributor

    Mar 13, 2007
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    Weekly Poetry Contest (17)

    Discussion in 'Monthly Poetry Contest Archives' started by Torana, Aug 27, 2007.

    Seventeenth Poetry Contest

    I will sticky the winner in poetry until the winner of the next poetry contest. (17)

    The Rules
    The poem must be based on the theme I set if not it will not be entered.
    One Poem Per Member.
    Each poem must be more than 7 lines.
    No editing a poem once it is submitted without prior permission.

    This thread will be stickied for 5 Days and then Voting will begin. You can vote for yourselves But i would hope in the name of good sportsman ship you'd vote for a poem you haven't written. But I'll leave that decision up to you

    And Now the Theme. Courtesy of wordwizard
    Your theme is based on enemies. You can write about anything at all to do with this topic.
    Your Poem must be on this theme.

    Post your poems in this thread it will stay stickied for 5 days

    Submission Ends 01/09/07 Entries submitted after that date will not be entered.
    Voting will last three days and end on 04/08/07

    If anyone wishes to Pm me a theme you'd like to write in the next poetry contest please feel free to or you can post your theme up in the thread in the weekly writing challenges.

  2. dushechka

    dushechka New Member

    Jul 21, 2007
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    I'm not exactly sure if this counts, but I had it laying around. : )

    You Are Three

    Listen to me my friend
    Listen to what I have to say
    Listen to my needs, my wants, my memories
    Friend! What have you to say?

    Listen to me my love
    Listen to what I have to contemplate
    Listen to my feelings, my hurts, my dreams
    Love! What have you to contemplate?

    Listen to me my enemy
    Listen to what I have to present
    Listen to my anger, my confusion, my misunderstanding
    Enemy! What have you to present?

    Listen my friend, my lover, my enemy
    Listen to me please
    Forget what I've said
    And instead, just sit and talk to me please.

    My friend, my lover, my enemy.
  3. wordwizard

    wordwizard New Member

    Feb 5, 2007
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    Vancouver Island
    My Cheshire Smile

    You had him once, but I took him away.
    I am your worst enemy.
    Your soul will always desire him; need him.
    I am rusty sheers clipping the cord that joins you.

    You won't stop calling to say "I want you back"
    so I lick his frowning lips, and hypnotize.
    Your tear-soaked mascara crusts on your face,
    now he warms to my cheshire smile.

    I fist his hair playfully and sit on his lap,
    knowing your watching from across the room.
    He breathes in my perfume forgetting you.
    Grinding my hips,
    I lick his lips.

    I look behind me laughing,
    cheshire turning to malice.
    My hair is a curtain, hiding the real me
    your enemy.
  4. Heather Louise

    Heather Louise Contributor Contributor

    Dec 10, 2006
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    The Mirror

    ok, so this was hard one for me and i am not too sure if it makes any sence but what the heck, i know what it is meant to mean. :p
    ~ Heather

    The Mirror

    Who is your worst enemy?
    The person who you run from
    And hide under your sheets when they come.
    The one who always finds you,
    Quivering in the spot were you hid,
    With your duvet wrapped round like a lid.
    Yet they can peel your seal
    And see what you feel
    And then twist it
    And break it
    And turn it into something new,
    Something scary and loathsome.

    That person who chases you
    Through streets and down alleys
    Round doors and up stairs
    Just to say hello with that grin,
    That grin of evil upon its face.
    The one who can find you
    No matter where you turn,
    Can see into your mind
    And tease and say the things that
    Burn and boil your blood inside.
    That faceless, nameless one
    Who always comes.
    And you always run.

    And just when you think you’re safe
    And that it can’t reach you,
    You see it right there
    Before your very eyes
    Caught by surprise,
    You jump and you fall
    And are startled to see
    That it falls too.
    Lying at your feet,
    Looking at you,
    Glaring at you.
    You crawl towards
    The thing of your frights,
    The one that haunts your nights
    And you reach to touch its face
    But your fingers hit glass.
  5. Gannon

    Gannon Contributor Contributor

    Jan 15, 2007
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    Manchester, England
    enemies and animals

    An animal
    needs to know
    every enemy:

    the small,
    the tall:
    the bee
    and the bird -
    for an ant
    an anteater,
    the gazelle
    a cheetah.

    Espying the other
    with a crunch devours;
    another for hours
    its quarried lunch
    licks clean -
    while mother
    eats father
    and brother.

    They all flee
    and scatter
    at its intusion;
    with glee, the latter
    licks his lips -
    the animal,
    the enemy,
  6. rob

    rob New Member

    Sep 21, 2006
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    Perth, Western Australia
    Gulf war Blues
    roll on nights of laughing back
    bring back those frozen momements

    recalling past humiliation,
    a target is drawn and set upon.

    memories and dreams
    no regret

    focus on the right
    surely you are as wrong as the heat is dry,
    and the sand is hot.

    ignore a sign of commoness amoung us

    breathe in deep.
    Pray to god.
    my aim is true.
  7. xxkozxx

    xxkozxx Active Member

    Oct 16, 2006
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    She and I Crave to Die

    Daggered looks splash in waves across the room.
    Her at me and me at her.
    The battle has begun;
    In her eyes too it seems.

    Moving together in a rythmic dance,
    Each step a crashing blow against the other.
    My mission crucial - more crucial than hers;
    She will die by the grace of my body.

    Strobes of light devour the room,
    Timing the thump of her distant heart.
    The adrenaline cleans my twisted head,
    And cuts through the fog between us.

    The center line has been drawn,
    In splintered shades of red.
    Her movements are crisp and clean;
    Her language silent and deadly.

    The time has come to seal her fate,
    Clean, swift, unrelentless,
    I forge on in pursuit of my enemy,
    Only to keep her closer to me.

    And we die together,
    Entangled in infinite battle,
    For what is craved from each other.
    A single touch of Humanity.
  8. Torana

    Torana Contributor Contributor

    Mar 13, 2007
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    <It isn't a very good piece but I decided to give it a go.>

    Enemy, Love, is it? It is!

    It is my undoing,
    bringing me to my knees.
    I'm falling deeper and deeper.

    Love is my enemy!

    I'm tearing down my walls,
    letting you into my heart;
    into my mind and my world.

    Love is my enemy!

    I'm trying to fight it,
    trying to deny it.
    Don't want this feeling.

    Love is my enemy!

    A ring upon my finger;
    veil hangs low over my face.
    I walk to that alter.

    Love is my enemy!

    We walk into the sunset,
    happily ever after in our grasp.
    Till the guns sound and blood spills.

    Love is my enemy!

    You've got me on my knees.
    Tears fall to the ground below,
    forming ripples in bloody puddles.

    Love is my enemy!

    Dirt covers up wooden box;
    flowers laid upon the mound.
    A cross now bares your name.

    Love is my enemy!

    Now I'm hanging from a tree.
    My soul ran dry, my spirit destroyed.
    Off to damnations calling I go.

    Love is my enemy!

  9. Domoviye

    Domoviye New Member

    Jan 8, 2007
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    Proud Canadian. Currently teaching in Nanjing, Chi
    One Last Thing

    Time for something different from the usual types of poems.

    One Last Thing

    Standing here laughing
    A family in their graves
    A life's work ruined

    Yet there is laughter
    As you lie dead in the dirt
    My hands are bloody

    Unzipping my pants
    There is one thing left undone
    Pissing on your grave.
  10. Torana

    Torana Contributor Contributor

    Mar 13, 2007
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    Nice piece Domoviye!

    Well thank you all for entering and let the voting begin :D:D:D:D

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