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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Withdrawn, retreated,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*

8 Hours
[I]
4p.m. to 2a.m.
5 peices of pie
mountains of peas
and 16 cans of Castlemaine.

Hint

[I]If you're going out
to have a drink
or two
here's a hint,
for you, my friend
eat something before you go out.

Going Out
[I]
I'm in Bradford,
if you haven't heard
and tonight,
for the first time
in, like, forever.

Drinking with strangers,
keeping to myself
oh, the joys of being a timid teen amongst friends of relatives

I can't wait to throw up in the morning.

My Velouria

[I]Stupid Pixies
wasting half of my battery
whilst I was sleeping

Serves me right
for singing about being a dog
at 3 in the morning

cookie monster wrote:
> The Flaw
>
> Moving at twenty times the speed of light
> Before everything seemed so slow, so distant
> But now, with my newfound speed
> I just get bored more quickly

The harsh reality of Broadband.


This is a warning to us all.

Rickoss wrote:
> Ikaruga is Ikaruga 2, really.

Well, yes, but not in name.

Pain

[I]I hurt myself today
with a pin
to see if it would hurt
it hurt
my blood
made me bleed
don't stab yourself with pins

Pain

Pain
I can easily get something out of that.

The judge, away on holidays
Unaware of the thread's event.

Judgement
Imminent.
Only around two weeks away.

My victory
To be announced
A few days later.

I had plenty of time with my entries.

So Shakira and UB40?

Here I am

At Bradford,
I have arrived
Castlemaine in hand
(or desk, as I type)
i am at my relatives
entertaining my cousin
with board games

Luckily, Uncle has
a CD collection
almost as big as my wang.