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Hey I was looking through the contests on here and I didn't see any of the poetry contests I used to love <3 So here's to those good old poetry contests :) Any theme, any style!
First place: A comment on five different pieces
Second Place: A comment and rate on four different pieces.
Third place: A comment and rate on three different pieces
Participation ribbon! A comment on one piece of work for each person who participates!
Deadline is August 17! Good luck!
i dont mean to sound dumb or anything but do I post my whole poem or just the link?(I've never really done this before)
People tend to do both, so either way works for me :)
You can get to mine by clicking my name and clicking on the title of it. It's called 'My Rain'
Yay, I've been waiting for someone to do a contest! :D Anyway, here's my poem, titled "Gray." Hope you like it! ^_^
Gray
In the gray city,
gray people with gray clothes and gray souls
shuffle along the gray streets to their gray houses,
where they’ll meet their gray families with gray arms;
the gray arrows shepherding everyone everywhere,
with no one else challenging their gray authority.
The gray diffuses, suffocating
the color. No one notices,
no one wants to notice, and
everyone shuts their gray eyes,
shutting out everything
but the gray signs.
These gray people, not the symbols, enslaved
themselves through their gray, silent submission,
to a bondage of grayness and routine.
Hushed voices are the norm,
accepting everything they receive.
The gray is everything –
eternity, Heaven, and H.e.l.l;
water, air, and land;
flora, fauna, and people.
Even God grows gray.
Everyone loses shape and form,
blending gradually into a set of
smaller units to one large mass
as the gray life softens their edges.
But one day,
a single girl pauses amidst
the gray mess of signs,
the gray busy-ness,
her eyes a washed-out hue.
What exactly was she doing?
Going to learn about more
gray things other gray signs taught, but why?
Gray parents told her to, but
no one ever stopped themselves to explain.
Other gray people mutter to themselves
when she hesitates, bumping into her side
as they continue along their gray paths.
What lay beyond the gray world she knew?
Would gray adults punish her
if she skipped out on her gray school for a gray day?
Would her gray face be missed
if she stepped from her gray routine?
The girl turns around,
a salmon facing the
opposing current
of a harsh river,
and for a moment,
her eyes glint blue.
Oh okay.Well heres mine its called Hopeless http://www.teenink.com/poetry/free_verse/article/479306/Hopeless/
Sparks
Burning
Bursting
Flashing
Furious
Light up the night sky
Firework show at midnight
A deathly version
Of the fourth of July
Bombs
Falling
Falling
Crashing down
A roman candle
In sparks we war
And fire we drown
Stars
Moving
Darting
Disappearing
Reach the target
Almost miss
This war
A plague aurora
A fiery borealis.
Oh, well mines called 'Hopeless'. Which you can find by clicking my name.
My poem's called What Have We Done? I guess everyone's saying this, but just click my name.
I have never really participated in one of these before, but I'd like to enter my poem titled USA - Veterns. Just click my name and it should be on the first page
I have never really participated in one of these before, but I'd like to enter my poem titled USA - Veterns. Just click my name and it should be on the first page
Hmm not much of a poet but I think I have one in my collection. It's on my page, entitled "Shouldn't it Go On...?"
Plump pink lips, forest green eyes....
A sweet smile though it's only a disguise....
Hiding behind a thousands lies....
Someone thats not afraid to cry...
Holding a gun between the eyes...
A toothy grin seen again and again...
This may be the end....
Once soft hands now stained with sin....
Someone who is feared by men...
Women tremble at the presence....
The lilac smell oh so pleasant...
Though the scence is grotesque....
They left behind such a mess...
They...
Why say "They" when its "She"?
She left happily...
Blood stained clothes....
A sweet smile innocent eyes...
Though its only a disguise....
Sleep now with a Psycho Lullaby....
Oh yay! I've never entered a contest before, but this one should be fun to try out. :) You may get to my poem by clicking on the link for "Can You See the Stars?" on my page or you may just view it below.
Can You See the Stars?
Can you see the stars from there?
Roses To Weeds I turn toward the dark
And see those who have left
Backstabbing "friends"
Comitting emotional theft
They remind me of roses
Red and ripe
Always delightful
A beautiful sight
But don't be fooled
They're full of lies
They're like you and me
Because everything dies
Roses are great
As long as you need
Turn away for a second
And you're left with a weed...
Yay first contest :) My poem is called A Wounded Soul. You can find it by clicking my name.
I hate poetry!!!!!!!! But I once wrote one called "Untitled". Justcheck it out, will ya?
Mine is called "snowflakes" click on my name and press snowflakes
