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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Withdrawn, retreated,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*

My hair is the worst
hair in the world

Imagine
hay
then a bit thicker than that
add some curly bits.

I cry
BUT I SHALL STILL GROW IT

Paperclipper 2

You look like
You are typing
A letter
Do you want
help?

You look like
You aren't typing
A letter
Do you want
To type a letter?

I declare this thread the best thing ever to have been created.

I WANT MY FRINGE
GIVE ME BACK MY FRINGE
I WANT TO SLAUGHTER THAT POTATOFACED TRAINEE PIGGIRL
But I won't let it get to me
And now I have to write more in lower case so it's accepted.

There was a young woman called Jess-y
And whenever I saw her went stress-y
Then when I soon came
She said I was to blame
But continued to make it all messy



The pain occured below the waist, after the last line. Still enjoyable though.

Jonathan Nash wrote:
> im wearing slippers guys ahahaha
>
> and the right one is falling apart
> im going to have to tape it up
> the sole is falling off
> im going to take a picture

My life,
Plagued by shoddy materials
I must use the only solution
The solution to all,
Parcel tape.

[URL]http://memorandum0.tripod.com/slipper.htm[/URL]

I hate your mulletself too
Said Sheepy
In order to
create another
pish
poem

Long hair
Looks lovely
But won't last
If you get attacked by a lion
Because you'll get dragged away
And it'll hurt
I'm not jealous
Because I have a mullet
No
Not at all
Shut up
I hate myself

im wearing slippers guys ahahaha

and the right one is falling apart
im going to have to tape it up
the sole is falling off
im going to take a picture

gerrid wrote:
> yes

Thank you, yee shall never see me again. Only in PS2 forums