Thread Status:
Not open for further replies.
  1. Banzai

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

    Mar 31, 2007
    Likes Received:
    Reading, UK

    Weekly Poetry Contest (201) - Phoenix

    Discussion in 'Monthly Poetry Contest Archives' started by Banzai, Jul 16, 2012.

    Poetry Contest
    Two Hundred and One

    Somehow, it feels like we're entering a bold new era, a time of metaphors, similies and rhyme schemes!

    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 23rd July 2012.

    The voting stage will begin immediately, and will be open for three days, ending on Thursday 26th July 2012.

    And this week's theme is: (courtesy of Britannica) Phoenix

    The next (202nd) contest's theme will be (courtesy of Darkkin): Footprints, and it will be opened on Monday 23rd July 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. Darkkin

    Darkkin Reflection of a nobody Contributor

    Jun 21, 2012
    Likes Received:
    Following the footprints in the sand...
    Crossroads of the Puppet

    She has come far,
    Her footprints spiraling out,
    In the sand and stones.
    It is a pattern, a dance,
    She twirled through alone.
    A Puppet on her own.

    That path has ended now.
    The Phoenix lifts her high.
    The Crossroad has been reached.
    There by that stretch of sea.
    There upon that sand and stone.
    Her courage has set her free.

    With a net, woven of broken strings,
    She cast out high and hard.
    And within that gossamer web, she caught a living star,
    The Night Phoenix, the Herald of Dreams.
    And as his wings spread wide, her feet lifted free,
    The Puppet's voice, a muffled scream.

    The Night Phoenix laughed as he soared.
    The Puppet clutched her net, fearing to look down.
    'Look not down, but up instead...'
    Whispered the Night Phoenix.
    'Look not down, but up instead...'
    So echoed the voice of courage, in her heart and in her head.

    The Puppet shivered, her fear a very real thing.
    But beneath her, a heart, bright and warm,
    A steady cadence kept. The Night Phoenix.
    He was a beacon, a tenant point found.
    Now, swallowing the fear gathered in her throat,
    The Puppet opened her eyes, enraptured by the stars, so far from the ground.

    The wind traced across her face, soft and warm, a mother's kiss.
    Her fingers loosened, their grip upon the net.
    That shimmery veil fluttered in the air, as if seeking to fly...
    'Keep it close and safe...That net of yours. The strings of the past, a Heartwork veil.'
    Night, the Phoenix said. 'For should a storm ever drive you down...'
    'It is the Heart Strings that become your shelter, lifting you up, becoming your wings and sail.'

    The Puppet, she, tucked that net away, tight to her chest.
    Fear faded to a distant memory, courage lighted the way.
    And for when it was all said and done, she, the Puppet...
    Knew she had to look, not up but down...
    To see the footprints of her path, pressed into the sand.
    To see her history, her story, before she left this land.

    Night felt the slight shifting on his back, saw the Puppet looking down.
    Now was the time, for her to learn, to know and try...
    With a rush of wings he tossed her up into the air.
    The clouds parted and swirled, swallowing her in a rush.
    Her muffled scream, stolen by the Albatross.
    Night watched as she battled back the fear, courage washing over her in a gentle hush.

    So through the clouds and stars she plunged, spinning with the wind.
    'Now child,' Night spoke. 'Here and now is where it all begins...'
    'Spread your wings and let your soul free...Try now...'
    'I can't!' She cried. 'I am nothing but a Puppet with no soul or pride.'
    'No.' Whispered the Phoenix, wise. 'A mask you wear, one now stripped away...'
    'Others have seen you, free of the mask, shining bright. A Dreamer with no place to hide.'

    And with those words, something shattered, the truth ringing out.
    The heavy mask, the Puppet wore, the final lingering seeds of doubt.
    Fell away. The Puppet was gone to breath no more...
    In her place now glowed the Dreamer's Morph...With wings of cobalt, sea, and stars.
    The Mask was broken, and she, this dark butterfly, spread her wings...
    Reaching out her smile shining, touching many from afar.

    Butterfly. Dragon. Faery. Angel.
    One and all and all and one.
    She, the Dreamer's Morph, could become anything she dreamed.
    Her course, by her constellations, charted.
    Night, the Phoenix had shown her how to fly, now it was up to her to show the way.
    A voice high and sweet rose from the sea, Marianna of Fathoms Deep, breached, waiting to get a new adventure started.
  3. Agatha Christie

    Agatha Christie New Member

    Jan 19, 2012
    Likes Received:

    From under the ground, flames shoot up and leap.
    Rivers of lava so stealthily creep.
    Down glowing mountains they lazily snake.
    The slow route to sizzling seas they take.
    Like a writhe of reptiles, sleek and smooth,
    The steamy hot flows slither and ooze.

    A dagger of light chars, spikes and sparks
    Scorching earth black with searing pockmarks
    The fire bird spits at the earth's dry crust
    Leaving monstrous piles of smouldering dust.

    Gold sulphurous clouds rumble and blast.
    Scarlet cinders float eerily past.
    The grey choking air, for years it does last.
    For millions of decades destruction is cast.

    Then from these ashes, new earth arises
    Pink flowers, green leaves, pungent brown spices.
    Blue skies, cool seas, fresh wide open spaces.
    Of earth's past anger there are few traces.

    The planet shakes off its violent past
    Sweet oxygen fills the heaven so vast.
    From the grimy soot of its early years
    There now comes a world no living soul fears.

    A plumage so bright, and flourishing soil
    No longer with seas that bubble and boil
    Forget now the pain of its difficult birth
    The creature we see is cherished Green Earth.
    Like a Phoenix in flight with spreading wings
    Beloved Green Earth now soars and sings.
  4. Ohlookabunny!

    Ohlookabunny! New Member

    Jul 15, 2012
    Likes Received:
    The Prophecy

    Almost a year into my destiny
    and I was a garden
    seared by burning winds
    hollowed out
    a husk
    a desert place
    my heart a dying ember among ashes
    a fallen Phoenix
    consumed by my own flames

    My dream was a pride-paved path
    where dark horses stumbled
    running headless into a star-filled lake
    a flight of forgetfulness and fear
    from Wisdom bounding west
    where Reason haunts the blind
    friend in a peaceful time

    All is lost!
    All is lost!
    Harken to the lament of the Phoenix
    his tormented cry as he tumbles
    like a stone
    thrown from high places:
    Heed the messenger who rides
    upon the night mare!
  5. nomadpenguin

    nomadpenguin Member

    Jun 24, 2012
    Likes Received:
    The Loneliest of Birds

    I can only imagine what it must feel like
    to burst into flaming life
    while the ones you love
    crumble into black ash.

    I can only guess at what sorrow
    wracks his fire plumed frame
    every time he remembers the passenger pigeon
    cocking her head coyly to one side,
    or the lovely pterodactyl
    fading into stone memory.

    But it is
    the falcon, the penguin,
    the thrush, and the partridge,
    soon to become imprints in a museum,
    that forces pearly tears from his beady eyes.
  6. seelifein69

    seelifein69 Active Member

    Jun 20, 2011
    Likes Received:
    SW Florida
    Never Ending Wheel

    "Phoenix fly over me…
    And guide me towards the sun
    For all the toiling years I’ve given
    Have quickly come undone"

    "Phoenix protect me…
    And shadow me from the night
    For I have never seen such darkness
    And I have never felt such fright"

    "Phoenix guide me…
    Through the underworld and back
    For I will never be done living
    And I can not fade into black"

    "Phoenix consume me…
    So that I may live like you
    And be reborn into the sunshine
    To live and laugh like lovers do"

    "Phoenix release me…
    From this never ending wheel
    So that I may stop my suffering
    And cease to Earthly feel"

    "Phoenix forget me...
    And choose another mate
    Because I have become so tired
    With this everlasting fate"
Thread Status:
Not open for further replies.

Share This Page