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"Short Poem Competition Returns"

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Withdrawn, retreated,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*

Making your way in the world today takes everything you've got.
Taking a break from all your worries, sure would help a lot.

Wouldn't you like to get away?

Sometimes you want to go

Where everybody knows your name,
and they're always glad you came.
You wanna be where you can see,
our troubles are all the same
You wanna be where everybody knows
Your name.

You wanna go where people know,
people are all the same,
You wanna go where everybody knows
your name.

Jonathan

Must have had a brain implant
why is he so

nice

CHANGES beware

iPod
[I]
£220
£220!
Why the hell
have I spent
£220
on an iPod?

I only wnat to listen
to steps
on the bus

DOn't mug me, nice man.

KieranJay wrote:
> As for the poem, well I wrote that on the day when my brother nearly
> died in a car accident. Perhaps you can see why I had a sense of
> humour failure on this occasion.

Ah, well, that's a different matter then. We weren't insulting you per se; just some light hearted mocking, which is what everyone gets on SR. I was actually quite a pleasant young child when I first came here, but after the 2nd week, I had turned into a true child of the Devil, who's only delight came from murdering free-range puppies at will.

The same will happen to you.
THE SAME WILL HAPPEN TO YOU ALL

Don't let us bother you though, I wouldn't like to see someone who appears quite sane stop coming because he thought we wanted his guts to implode, because this simply isn't the case.

Before pain comes regret

Probably not my best, If i can i'll enter a few...

I shouldn’t have gone out that night,
On that beer crawl,
I shouldn’t have started that fight,
A little world war brawl.

The night was still juvenile,
Pain hadn’t hit me yet,
The pain wouldn’t hit me for a while,
After pain would come regret.

There it was; the curry shed,
Tomorrow I’ll be remorseful,
A place where bacteria is bred,
In 12 hours I’ll feel quite dull.

The big day arrived – jumped out of my pit,
A stretch and a Yawn,
I put on my kit,
Suddenly my stomach felt torn….

The moment had arrived,
I knew this would happen,
Sat here deprived,
On the Thomas Crapper.

What goes in must come out,
And that was a spicy curry,
“I want rid of this pain” I shout!
Hurry, hurry, hurry!

Within 5 minutes I stopped the twinge,
The pain will be back in ten,
The next 12 hours I’m living with Sting,
I’ll never have a curry again!

I was quite touched by that last one...

My baby is dead!
Help my baby is

Dead!

Won't somebody help?
I was only deep frying

its head

And I wouldn't consider the pretentious comment an insult.
Being pretentious is a side effect of writing poetry. It's unavoidable.

We're sorry too.

Hi,

It's great to see so many poets free styling it on the dancefloor of word play.

The funny thing is I think you lot are funny. But on a lighter note thanks for insulting me.

As for the poem, well I wrote that on the day when my brother nearly died in a car accident. Perhaps you can see why I had a sense of humour failure on this occasion.

I'm willing to forgive becuase you didn't know this before you took the p*ss but hey, not everyone realised the just how personal poetry can be.

Good luck with the competition


KJ (the pretentious)