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"Short Poem Competition"

Seeing as how I was resurrected from the dead by mysterious techniques involving a goat, an Irish ginger boy who plays guitar and supports the IRA (not Memo), and a small Iranian child, I can make this thing.

The theme thingy for it is:

Weeping

Being pretentious gains you extra points.
Go.

Oh, and the previous winner was Memo for his inspiringly adventurous Telephone Number Poem.

If I knew what that was Id have used it

For the extensive use of enjambement, I declare Merm then winner.

Windswept moors
I cross at night
The trees bent over
Weeping all in sight.

I walk across
The barren fields
My face torn by the wind
With nothing to cover or shield.

It tears on my face
The pain becomes unbearable

The tearing of the wind
Becomes the tearing in my eyes.

I weep with sorrow, pain, depression.

the long road carries me forth,
through streets barren and lonesome
I wander with only the voices to comfort me.
voices screaming, wailing, weeping.

stumbling on, through dusty lanes,
and eroded cobbles paved with grit.
I try to escape the voices of the past
every present in my tormented mind.

why do you weep thus? Acidic tears,
burning holes in my soul and draining my spirit.
still on I drag this now lifeless shell
and still the tears scar my very being

No longer will I hear them, I shall
be set free from these ever tightening
manicles of the past. Escape the tears
and weeping that steals my life.

I am my judge, jury, and executioner.
my sentence has been given and now
I can leave these cries behind. My body
falls endlessly, but not my life.

Rickoss stole his poem from Alan Bennet and therefore is disqualified.

A story of a crying lemon from Newport

this is such a brilliant poem
i weep

Weeping

Alas!

The wretched rain falls on my parade.

Strangling all that once was pure.

I shed a tear for this cruel world

As the world sheds tear after tear on me.

I weep.

Profusely.

Seeing as how I was resurrected from the dead by mysterious techniques involving a goat, an Irish ginger boy who plays guitar and supports the IRA (not Memo), and a small Iranian child, I can make this thing.

The theme thingy for it is:

Weeping

Being pretentious gains you extra points.
Go.

Oh, and the previous winner was Memo for his inspiringly adventurous Telephone Number Poem.