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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Withdrawn, retreated,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*

Hahrhahr.

what did Squall do?
I have him ignored so I didn't see his posts.

Was he copying poems?
What a fiend.

Aha.

Ahhahahaha.


AHahahahahahhhahaha.

Fine then i quit.

Hello Squall,

Just dropping you a note to let you know that I've alerted the government poetry committee (who are fiercly protective of their community) and the director of Inter-Mediates Ltd(who happens to be my relative). I hope that you get away with a slap on the wrist but in the meantime I suggest that you brush up on your Intellectual Property Law (start by reading the copyrights, designs and Patents act).

Love

gerrid

P.S. Because I have the power

Memorandum! wrote:
> What a wonderfully exciting idea.
> I think the only possible improvement would be your addition to the
> performance.

A trio of kindred spirits? Flaunting such spiritual gains in the glint of a compost-laden flame?

I have only been practising for a few months now - in the basement. I don't think I have your confidence to let loose about the house, particularly before mother's drinking times.

Yet the freedom would be wonderful - to see the true grace of a liberated soul. I bet your movement is as gracious as your poetry,

I only hope the sprites would join such a pure encounter.

.

I have been experimenting for around 12 years, but I've never had he confidence to even open my eyes whilst I perform, perchanec I catch a glimpse of myself in the many mirrors which line the walls of my tiny house.
I wrote a poem about it:

Wave, moiton, slip to he right, cha cha slide
left foot red
left hand red
little pigeon steps accross - wave arms

I FEEL FREE LIKE A BIRD feel my feathers rustle

in the breeze as a train passes, and I see a bird
caught in the swirling winds of the train's airflow
it is sucked into the the air conditioning and I see the
essence of the bird disperse through the carriages as they
spin past

I stand on the platform and dance, as the clouds of bird-essence
shower me like a rain of emotions and

freedom

Life's Mystery

Rink of red,
Spiral down to nothing, curl back up, and in.
Across the room.

Sitting proudly on my pillow.
Gift from unseen loins.
I know not, I've never known. How this rebel found a home.


Clock ticks still, I cannot see.
The copper strand did not hark from me.

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