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Hey all. Discodexy asked if someone would start a new one of these competitions, so here goes.
Rules:
-Maximum of, shall we say, 200 words?
-The word to base it around is "pain", you can easily get something out of that.
I'm going on holiday on Sunday but will judge soon after I get back. Shall we say, entries in by 2nd September, and I will judge them and name the top three poems on the 4th September. This gives people plenty of time to get their entries in.
Post your poems in this thread!
Enjoy
RESULTS!
3rd Place goes to Mav for this entry...
Pain.
Makes me feel insane,
It comes and goes
My mind is slain,
Withdrawn, retreated,
A wounded fawn,
Nothing is here for me,
Nothing will help.
It rises up - the pain in me,
Even alone, I feel its grip,
No pressure, no feeling,
Just the horror of it,
I fall, neglected,
A victim, rejected,
My mind is affected
In ways I accept it,
But I can't help but give in,
It overthrows me, commands,
I'm suffocating, holding out my arms,
Grasping for help, but I slip away,
Unnoticed, uncared for, there's no other way,
They don't know about me, neither do you,
I drift through crowds,
Invisible.
Yet my pain remains, I live in vain,
Because I can't.
There's no going forward,
No going back,
To these people I'm a pet,
They call me Jack.
2nd place goes to Grebo, for this entry...
"In mute mental anguish,
We are divided by allegiances,
Our stoppered emotions,
Precipitating smouldering conflagrations,
And explosions of patience,
Whether soul-less happiness,
Or soul-full despair,
Inciting reactions of ineffectuality,
Leading to solitude,
Always looking to reason,
But finding indefatigable naiveté,
Always leading, leading, leading,
Downwards spiralling,
To an ultimate climax,
Rushing, insisting,
and pressing the balance,
Losing our equilibrium,
Leading, leading,
Subconscious observations,
Of intellectual depravations,
And self imposed mental anarchy,
Giving stunning inspirations,
Revelations of reality,
Dawning from obscurity,
Losing, losing,
Humour engulfed,
Mind retreating,
Downwards spiralling,
Self absorbed,
Comatose,
Eventual emotional flat liner."
and the winner is... Azul! For his entry, I've got the Power...
My remorseful soul, a prism of unrest;
Summer rains replenishing and tender
And shadowy clouds ebb and flow with jest;
A ray of gold pierces them with splendour
As light hits my soul and splits into a rainbow.
The valley echoes with my brothers cries
And fields of faith bloom with hope as they grow.
I see my beacon shine through broken skies:
Sapphire birds dance through the eloquent air
And roses sway in the winds of grandeur.
The beauty overwhelms as petals wear,
and hated barbs play a hurtful overture.
The thorns puncture my heart with woeful pain -
I'm smiling; meaningfully going insane
Congratulations Azul, you've won the satisfaction of knowing I thought your poem was better than all the other entries.
Thanks to everyone who entered (especially Mattribute, who put in loads of short, often odd, poems), I just thought these were the best of the lot. Anyone that wants to start the next competition with their own word is free to do so.
Cheers
*HE*
Rules:
-Maximum of, shall we say, 200 words?
-The word to base it around is "pain", you can easily get something out of that.
I'm going on holiday on Sunday but will judge soon after I get back. Shall we say, entries in by 2nd September, and I will judge them and name the top three poems on the 4th September. This gives people plenty of time to get their entries in.
Post your poems in this thread!
Enjoy
RESULTS!
3rd Place goes to Mav for this entry...
Pain.
Makes me feel insane,
It comes and goes
My mind is slain,
Withdrawn, retreated,
A wounded fawn,
Nothing is here for me,
Nothing will help.
It rises up - the pain in me,
Even alone, I feel its grip,
No pressure, no feeling,
Just the horror of it,
I fall, neglected,
A victim, rejected,
My mind is affected
In ways I accept it,
But I can't help but give in,
It overthrows me, commands,
I'm suffocating, holding out my arms,
Grasping for help, but I slip away,
Unnoticed, uncared for, there's no other way,
They don't know about me, neither do you,
I drift through crowds,
Invisible.
Yet my pain remains, I live in vain,
Because I can't.
There's no going forward,
No going back,
To these people I'm a pet,
They call me Jack.
2nd place goes to Grebo, for this entry...
"In mute mental anguish,
We are divided by allegiances,
Our stoppered emotions,
Precipitating smouldering conflagrations,
And explosions of patience,
Whether soul-less happiness,
Or soul-full despair,
Inciting reactions of ineffectuality,
Leading to solitude,
Always looking to reason,
But finding indefatigable naiveté,
Always leading, leading, leading,
Downwards spiralling,
To an ultimate climax,
Rushing, insisting,
and pressing the balance,
Losing our equilibrium,
Leading, leading,
Subconscious observations,
Of intellectual depravations,
And self imposed mental anarchy,
Giving stunning inspirations,
Revelations of reality,
Dawning from obscurity,
Losing, losing,
Humour engulfed,
Mind retreating,
Downwards spiralling,
Self absorbed,
Comatose,
Eventual emotional flat liner."
and the winner is... Azul! For his entry, I've got the Power...
My remorseful soul, a prism of unrest;
Summer rains replenishing and tender
And shadowy clouds ebb and flow with jest;
A ray of gold pierces them with splendour
As light hits my soul and splits into a rainbow.
The valley echoes with my brothers cries
And fields of faith bloom with hope as they grow.
I see my beacon shine through broken skies:
Sapphire birds dance through the eloquent air
And roses sway in the winds of grandeur.
The beauty overwhelms as petals wear,
and hated barbs play a hurtful overture.
The thorns puncture my heart with woeful pain -
I'm smiling; meaningfully going insane
Congratulations Azul, you've won the satisfaction of knowing I thought your poem was better than all the other entries.
Thanks to everyone who entered (especially Mattribute, who put in loads of short, often odd, poems), I just thought these were the best of the lot. Anyone that wants to start the next competition with their own word is free to do so.
Cheers
*HE*
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Ode to The Who
You played with guitars
And played with drums
But YOU, Peter Townsend
You played with CHILDREN!
I might be exaggerating
You might have got off
No, wait, you dirty foff
It's not a lie, you did get off!
Research my eye
POD!
You played with guitars
And played with drums
But YOU, Peter Townsend
You played with CHILDREN!
I might be exaggerating
You might have got off
No, wait, you dirty foff
It's not a lie, you did get off!
Research my eye
POD!
Empty
Nul
Void
Empty
Communist
YOU
Nul
Void
Empty
Communist
YOU
iMyTribute
This is my tribute
To Mattribute I
Actually stuff it I don't like him any more.
This is my tribute
To Mattribute I
Actually stuff it I don't like him any more.
OMG U SUK
OMG
U SUK
UR POEM DINT EVN RIME
DAT'S LIKE A CRIME
M8
I BET UR A H8R
I OPE U GO N DIE
OR SUFFOC8 IN PIEZ
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OMG
U SUK
UR POEM DINT EVN RIME
DAT'S LIKE A CRIME
M8
I BET UR A H8R
I OPE U GO N DIE
OR SUFFOC8 IN PIEZ
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WOWZER PALOWZER
Blank
Never knows when he's
beat
en
Cos he's d
a best
In orl the worldy
PS u suckTHEEND
Blank
Never knows when he's
beat
en
Cos he's d
a best
In orl the worldy
PS u suckTHEEND
Blanker
[I]
See
what I did there
you hatting blanker?
[I]
See
what I did there
you hatting blanker?
A second poem dedicated to Blank
Radiohead, they are the bestest,
You
Are not.
ps. paperclipper for prez
Radiohead, they are the bestest,
You
Are not.
ps. paperclipper for prez
mattributé wrote:
> you cannot dicredit
You are correct, I cannot.
Fin.
> you cannot dicredit
You are correct, I cannot.
Fin.
Blank
[I]There there, Blank
it is not my fault
that I have an uber 1337 taste in music
Although you can only understand 2 words per song,
you cannot discredit
the over played genius
that is creep
or despair at the brilliance
of fake plastic trees
Although Kid A is a bit like
a crappy acid trip
gone wrong.
[I]There there, Blank
it is not my fault
that I have an uber 1337 taste in music
Although you can only understand 2 words per song,
you cannot discredit
the over played genius
that is creep
or despair at the brilliance
of fake plastic trees
Although Kid A is a bit like
a crappy acid trip
gone wrong.
mattttributayy = idiot
for listening to radio
head
end of pome.
for listening to radio
head
end of pome.
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