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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Withdrawn, retreated,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*

Tony wrote:
> Well if you really want the thread to be poetry only then I could
> always delete the latest set of posts.
>
> That's assuming that I can get the system working again.
>
> Or we can all go back to our posts and edit them with poetry?
>
> Or just start writing in poetry again and ignore the last few posts.
>
> What do you say?

Wait a sec... you're saying my prose in your eyes isn't poetry?

I was hurt before, but now....

Tony

'Keyboard? What's that mean?
Mouse? Kill the rodent.
USB? Get me some Cocoa.
And Wethers orginals.
Gas Fire on.
I miss the old days'

Back on track

Conversation
Poems
The Visual Arts

My life
Revolves around
Such creative activity
And I like to jest
To declare my productivity

To camelot!

Tony wrote:
> Or just start writing in poetry again and ignore the last few posts.

This one sounds easiest.

The edit feature

Confusing I know, however
Only really confusing to the ones
Who don't know
Better
OR
Have never grown up with this
Technical wizardry

Aka
The Old

Well if you really want the thread to be poetry only then I could always delete the latest set of posts.

That's assuming that I can get the system working again.

Or we can all go back to our posts and edit them with poetry?

Or just start writing in poetry again and ignore the last few posts.

What do you say?

It takes a while to come up with some creative geniusness.

Tony

You ended the poetry,
You commie ho.

Tony has brought a cease to the hostilities, but also to the conversation and poetry.

Tony

Sit at your desk
Post once a year
We know who's pulling the strings.
Snuggly is your owner.