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Post by Ramona on Sept 20, 2004 12:50:38 GMT -8
I'm going to be holding a poetry contest, anyone who wishes to enter this contest, please post whatever piece of work you want to submit here, and notify me by the little IM mail thing this site is equipped to. The winner will recieve a nifty little certificate which they get to print out and hide in the back of their closet with great honor. Good luck to all who enter.
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Post by risingsun on Sept 25, 2004 19:28:58 GMT -8
Slowly flowing water Lazy river Forever floating Downstream bound
Driftwood and twigs Leaves and stones Carried forever Downstream bound
Source unknown Save for high in the mountains Chilled in the wind Downstream bound
Vision blurred I am running Wind whistling by me Downstream bound
Heart pounding Leap into the icy waters It will carry me forever... Downstream bound.
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Post by losersrkewl on Sept 25, 2004 19:42:52 GMT -8
you say you know me, but you haven't been around. to see me grow, to see what i've found.
you say you've made mistakes, like people do. but you've made too many, so i don't know you
you say you love me, how is that so. you haven't come to visit, to see what i know.
you say you know me, how is that true. maybe you've found me, but i havn't found you.
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Post by lilgreendude on Sept 25, 2004 20:16:06 GMT -8
I tried to do right but you always end up yelling I run to my room
I fall on my bed the tears fall down I scream inside my head wishing I could just let it all out
You would be happy I would make you mad my head explodes with lots of dread
My pillow soon soaked my eyes red with tears My breathing near done as I layed here
Then in one breath I say Take me away
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Post by tervie on Sept 25, 2004 23:07:47 GMT -8
Flying Solo
Groups of friends gather under the old oak Huddled in thick coats to fight the cold One lone figure settles 10 paces away but is ignored and left shivering in her worn cape Fighting tears, she creeps away from the warmth of laughter and the knowledge of friendship The cold street envolopes her, the snow drags at her thin shawl She falls and doesn't get up, tears welling onto one pale cheek They find her out cold, bring her into the warmth Morning comes, she slips away Back to the arms of God No longer flying solo
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Post by videlsatan on Sept 26, 2004 12:52:32 GMT -8
Guardian Angel
Guradian Angel Watching over me always Always protecting me
Always protecting me Looking out for me My Angel's keeping me safe Helping my through life
Helping me through life I rely on her My Angel's hands holds my life Guardian Angel
-videl satan
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Post by vera on Oct 16, 2004 22:40:00 GMT -8
Tears falling down my cheeks, leaving trails behind. Marks that will always be there, Forever in my mind.
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Post by kaidanasnan on Oct 24, 2004 6:41:52 GMT -8
As I watch through Heaven's eyes, I see the world; how Life dies. It's all your fault, you know it is, You knew your goal would not be his. Now I'm torn, between you and him, I loved you first, but now you're Sin. He is pure, so gold and light, It would be you that he blight. So now I turn from both of you, You both betrayed me, what else to do? You don't see the tears I shed, You're to busy within your head. Neither of you follow, for you're stunned, I feel empty, for not one I shunned, But two, two sides one good, one bad, The choice I make, makes me ever sad. Still you have no idea, none, I do not want us to be done. This just makes the tears flow more, The pain you cause strikes me to the core. You finally move back to me, I am blinded and I don't see. You take my shoulder, guiding me too, The touch makes me forgive the things you do. I remember that day at the waterfall, The way the birds sang, the water's call. The way your face broke, Into a grin that spoke, Words of love, Soft and sweet like songs of a dove. I see those words today, Break free after long at bay. You move closer, but I move away, Unsure of what drives you this day. It breaks my heart to do it, true, But such things don't come from the blue. Tears of sorrow stream down my face, And I give you one last embrace. And I turn and walk back to the falls, And finally answer the water's calls. "Rushing water bring my death, In your foam I seek my rest. Rushing water hear my plea, Let me sleep eternally."
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Post by usgeisha on Oct 29, 2004 18:54:33 GMT -8
SHE She is Sitting on a tricycle Standing on the sidewalk Blinking with eyes full of question and wonder Curly locks of hair falling on Her forehead So young and bright
She is Sitting on a bike Standing in the street Blinking with eyes full of happiness and joy Bleached locks of hair falling on Her forehead So glad and free
She is Sitting in a car Standing in the deep Blinking with eyes full of laughter and daring And dyed locks of hair falling on Her forehead So adventuresome and prepared
She is Sitting up in the bed Standing with a walker Blinking with eyes full of fatigue and knowledge And white locks of hair falling on Her forehead Staring out the window Seeing a long forgotten child Sitting on a tricycle The old woman stares And…<br>Smiles
A SHADOW’S WANDERING Slowly it walks through a town—<br>Looking into every window, seeking home It lingers longest at the houses full of love and happiness For that it what it desires most—true, pure, beautiful compassion
As a mother embraces her newborn babe As a child cautiously succeeds at taking their first step As a father teaches his son to read As a genuine smile cross the face of a person that has seen Their share of rough times…<br> The shadow grows less tired and transparent when it sees these scenes And as this ancient shadow passes by… it lingers less and less For that compassion is not often enough seen It is almost ghost-like now… For it has seen sights of anger and hurt
Traveling in what only seems to be dank and murky It creeps over the darkest corner It skitters quickly into a nook in the alleyway And disappears into the night
Tomorrow a new shadow will come—<br>And hope that this shadow never vanishs
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Post by ScarletMornings on Oct 30, 2004 13:31:24 GMT -8
In the scarlet morning, on the scarlet ground, was a man in a scarlet coat, who didn't make a sound.
He gripped a scarlet-handled sword, that was covered with scarlet blood, and his face was as white as the snow at first light, and his pants were stained with mud.
In the scarlet morning, on the scarlet ground, was a man in a scarlet coat, who didn't make a sound.
Glinting on his scarlet-tipped finger, was a scarlet signet ring. A woman's picture was in his pocket, put in a golden locket, things he'd thought to bring.
In the scarlet morning, on the scarlet ground, was a man in a scarlet coat, who didn't make a sound.
On his scarlet chest was a scarlet flooded hole. Inside was a piece of metal, made from a poor man's kettle, that was taking its fatal toll.
In the scarlet morning, on the scarlet ground, was a man in a scarlet coat, who didn't make a sound.
In a scarlet pool, laying just out of his scarlet reach, was a scarlet-stained gun, sparkling in the sun, with it, a lesson he'd sought to teach.
In the scarlet morning, on the scarlet ground, was a man in a scarlet coat, who didn't make a sound.
There was scarlet at his mouth's corners, and scarlet on his chin, when they found him lying there, his breath long gone with his cares, another scarlet victim in a war they didn't win.
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Post by kay921 on Nov 14, 2004 18:19:31 GMT -8
Consolance
All alone, no one ‘round, As you’re staring at the ground, A breeze whisks by, a gentle sound, It tells those that life’s around.
When you fret, drown in ones tears, Thinking sorrowfully of the younger years, When you think all hope is gone, Demons have triumphed, fear has won, Look up to the moon, undying star, You will find your past is far.
Forlorn, fading, dying within, Go, listen to Natures hymn, Whisper of wind, creaking of trees, Babble of stream, rustling of leaves. Living sounds guide you, no matter astray, Look up to the heavens, live another day.
When you fret, drown in ones tears, Thinking sorrowfully of the younger years, When you think all hope is gone, Demons have triumphed, fear has won, Look up to the moon, undying star, You will find your past is far.
Live for now, not for before, You’ll find yourself, your heart, your core, Discard you shell, protective case, Though new doubts you’ll have to face, Let your spirit soar free, free through the sky, Only now will you know what it’s like to fly.
When you fret, drown in one’s tears, Thinking sorrowfully of the younger years, When you think all hope is gone, Demons have triumphed, fear has won, Look up to the moon, undying star, You will find your past is far.
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Post by junipercayenne on Nov 18, 2004 15:47:52 GMT -8
When do I judge? I'm ready. (And on frequently) But I won't be on for sure from 1:00 to 4:00 tomorow cuz I have girlscouts. Otherwise I'm pretty free! No school tomor-o! But I got some large projects to complete.
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Post by Ramona on Nov 18, 2004 15:50:04 GMT -8
Okey-dokey kiddies, this post signals the near end of the poetry contest. Any other submissions will have to be sent to me via PM or email at allergictowonderbread@yahoo.com
If you send them to me after tomorrow, your poem will not be entered, we are already in the process of judging. Thank you for your submissions and your time, and may I wish the best of luck to all of you.
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