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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 (195) - Breakdown

    Discussion in 'Monthly Poetry Contest Archives' started by Banzai, Jun 4, 2012.

    Poetry Contest
    One Hundred and Ninety Five

    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
    • 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 seven days, closing on Monday 11th June 2012.

    The voting stage will begin immediately, and will be open for three days, ending on Thursday 14th June 2012.

    And this week's theme is: (courtesy of chatterbox) Breakdown

    The next (196th) contest's theme will be (courtesy of simplyrachel): War, and it will be opened on Monday 11th June 2012.

    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. pretzelkarma

    pretzelkarma New Member

    Jun 4, 2012
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    Dunedin, NZ
    Nerves nerves it serves
    to the point of no return
    guzzling down the Sauterne
    Oblivious with all it's curves

    Transplant my desire
    burning from a crown fire
    Cracks string down Splits bring down
    Septic smell to the core
    Could someone still wash ashore
    Save me from the hell before
    as i am left on the stone floor..
    all that is left from a cold war
    is shattered flesh, glass and ice
  3. jo spumoni

    jo spumoni Active Member

    Jun 23, 2010
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    La Jolla, CA (and Mission Viejo, CA, during the su

    I was caught in that peculiar space
    Between progress and regression
    When the leaning tower wobbled
    And from the base I watched
    My life's work swaying in the wind
    Like a horrid game of Jenga
    Part of me wanted to watch it topple
    That ragged mess I'd built
    Those mislaid bricks
    The faulty mortar
    And the way my builders unionized
    Against my poor administration.
    This breakdown could be a chance,
    I thought, for me to do it right this time
    To find new friends who understood
    Each dark corridor
    Every hallway
    Every room of me
    And loved each brick
    But alas!
    When my life came crashing down
    And the rubble blocked the sun
    My so-called friends all ran for cover
    While dust and pain and solitude
    Engulfed my weakened mind.
  4. ithestargazer

    ithestargazer Active Member

    Apr 13, 2010
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    the big M, Australia
    The Rage

    I capture the thought and hold it between
    my splintered fingers, never knowing if I'd
    have the courage to let it linger beyond
    the few moments I surrender to the
    rage. The weight begins to
    fracture, to wake the
    girl who has never
    slept, to wake
    her up, and
    watch her
  5. P R Crawford

    P R Crawford New Member

    May 25, 2012
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    The Night Before

    Awake, you weigh the deep familiar night.
    You recognize the darkness by its shades
    That blend together with your common fright
    To set in motion all your day’s charades.
    But something’s wrong, as ever it shall be,
    As long as you restrict the very thing
    That needs to feel itself now flowing free.
    Instead, you fuss about your napkin ring.
    You’re paranoid, the only one to know
    The code. Your every natural feeling’s hacked.
    You’ve lived too long on forcing down the flow
    To power up your high-strung balance act.
    Your light’s a dribble, still you fear to drown
    Feeling your dam of darkness breaking down.
  6. Aida

    Aida New Member

    Jun 8, 2012
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    Breakdown for Me

    Blue you see it flow in your veins
    Red they say, but hey, that’s not what I see
    Eating your faith, driving you insane
    All is an illusion, illusions are real
    Kingdom innocence from where we fell, down with the rain
    Down with your sickness and all of me
    On a virgin land we grew as lakes of shame
    Waiting for the children to feed
    Newborns quenched their thirst the same
    For I failed to change, I failed my seeds
    Oh how I wish to erase the stain
    Resting on your forehead, hate is what it reads
    Maybe I should have never gone down with the rain
    End my suffering my child, stand up, and face the wind

    Never breakdown like me.
  7. E.Thomas

    E.Thomas New Member

    Jun 10, 2012
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    Adolescent Innocence develops to

    Suffocating depression engulfing


    Breaks your heart.

    Black Infectious emotions drowning me

    Like Tar filled Lungs.

    Believable lies spun in a vicious web.

    Tearing at my mind,

    Vultures circling the dead

    TAKE your Pity

    Take your Patronising hate

    RAM it up


    Designer Ass's

    See how much you can take.

    Forge a smile,

    Force a lie.

    I'll swallow it down with pride.

    Love me yesterday,

    Hate me Tomorrow

    BUT leave ME alone TODAY!!!
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