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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Withdrawn, retreated,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*
> Anyhoo, the title of this pome raises an interesting point. i hope
> there is an Ikaruga 2, I would dearly love to play and master the
> game as I did so expertly with the first and wiped the floor with
> everyone oh crap is the mic still on
Ikaruga is Ikaruga 2, really.
Don't leave me!
[I]
Tomorrow, Leeds play the mighty
*cough*
Forest.
So then,
you commie ho,
may the best team win
or, alternitively
Leeds.
I have a feeling,
it's not gonna be happenin',
'cause Boro drew 2-2,
against Bobby Robson!
[I]Bags are packed,
clothes folded and stuffed
today is the day
the day I go back
to Bradford.
My mum
is coughing upstairs
she can't sleep
Poor mum
I'll kill Matt
the ho
[I]
Bed time
for me, it is
I shall have nice dreams
about cake
and Sheepys mum.
I hope all your homes
get stolen
and taken to Pakistan
ALL GOLD
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
> Memorandum is
>
> FAT
Your words (float like a butterfly and) sting like a bee.