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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Withdrawn, retreated,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*

Trains

wheels
rumbling rumbling towards my
heart strings


SHOOT


I fall

#

I can feel the trains they call to me
as I watch the track for the 10:31
Penge East to London Bridge I understand what it is
to be
one

with my trains

I throw myself into the trains and I feel


I feel


THERE IS NOT STRUCTURE HERE
I need trains to give me structure as
I grab/hold my raincoat and book
its the final countdo
wn
YOU HAVE WON GAMEADAY!


Fin

Azul, I weep.

Hahahahaha.
Jeez, he was only messing.

You don't have to take everything so seriously, buddy.
What are you going to do, sue him because he jokingly copied and pasted your poem?

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

Hello Mr Nash,

Just dropping you a note to let you know that I've alerted the BBC get writing editors (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

KJ

P.S. Because I have the power

the pain I feel at night

It is
perhaps
most commonly known
that the midnight snows
and the hell-rise boil
do all but spoil.
wrapped in a cape
it's getting late
I feel his girth inside
my eyes and hole open wide
as I fall to slumber
with his dick in my anus

Wow, seems a little more popular than my topic :)
I'll enter later :-P

A Stroll Through a Busy High Street

I gaze around the street
As I walk along
Casually.

My appearance
Does me no favours.
This casual look
Makes me a target
For the sloanies.

The gangs
Do not like how
I am within
No distinct groups
And the goths,
They scream to me:
"Poser, poser!"

I invite them across
For a game
To settle our woes
I unveil my deck
of Magic: The Gathering cards

They are unhappy
That I share this game
In common
But not their image
And upon my defeat
By their biggest geek
I feel the shame,
That losing pain.

I do, I do.
Don't worry, Memorandum!, that kind of thing happens all the time.



"Painful"

Like a summer's day, Quite painful I think you'll agree. What? What's this? A sword sticking through my side? THE PAIN.
The pain.

It involved a girl who thought she was a vampire/witch/banshee and was rather unpleasant for all involved.

That's all I'm saying, and I think you'll agree it's enough.