Poetry Contests.

How, oh how, too feel,
Your silken skin, that tell no lies
Oh, the beat of my heart,
Speeding up fast,
Like the feeling of my blood, overwhelming,
Oh, it's swelling, oh

Oh, how does it feel?
Flesh to flesh, face to face,
Ruby red lips, sparkling eyes,
Fingers never felt such delight,
On this dark and starry night,

Like the smell of a rose,
Touch on my spine,
That lustful look in your big bluey eyes,
Can only be described as love,
Love, Love, Love...
On the wings of a feather dove,

Oh, how it feels...

 

o-okay.....

the competition is tough.

good luck everyone

 

Good Luck guys <3

Results will be posted in the next couple of days.​

~locked~​

 

Poetry Contest: November 2008~

Again this months was very tough @_@ After a lot of thought and time spent looking over and reading these it was decided that the winner this month was Heart of Darkness with his poem "The Senses We Hold"

Theme for November: magic.

Deadline: November 30th
Results posted: December 3rd

No line limit.


**Judges Chosen**

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The best place to find magic
You can find magic here.
You can find magic there.
You can find magic everywhere.
But there is one really simple place you can find magic.

When you see a beautiful lake filled with wonderful creatures.
The magic doesn't come from the lake it comes from a simple yet complex organ.
The ONE place that makes so many things seem like magic.
It is in you chest, a little thing called the heart.

Making things magic.
Making a flying bird soar gracefully.
One thing is needed from the brain.
All you have to do is beleive



My entry for this month. I hope its not TOO sucky. EDIT. Woot first entry!!!!!!

 

wow....that took me by suprise.

was my poem any good XD?

Congrats heart of darkness.

well...anyways good luck everyone

and i'll post my poem soon.

 

Oh sorry I forgot to congratulate heart of darkness. And once again please don't nominate me as best even if it is the best poem which its probably not. Good luck toeveryone else!!! ^^

 

What is magic?

What is magic?
Some say it is a power
A power you can weave and cast into
Ice, fire, water, life.

Some say magic isn’t real.
That magic is made by a man.
Dressed in amaranthine and with a pale mask
he spreads awe and stupidity to the gullible.

Some say it is the things around us.
Not what comes out of a wand.
Tranquil nights, chirping birds
Rustling trees, bubbling rivers.

You ask me what is magic?
Magic is you.
Your eyes, your heart, your kiss,
Magic is that to me, nothing else.​

 

what?
i won?....
unbelievable... there were so many much better poems than mine...
it's....unfair...i thought up mine in just a few seconds...mine isn't good!! i suck!!
gaahh!!!!


but....may i make a poem here too?
i should'nt have won before....

a wizards life is never calm, full of hatred from his palm,
his life will wither as a flower, as the plebians cower,
his hands they call out fires red, all the trees it will shed,
his pathway freezes by his feet, nature cries for their heat,
the eyes of destruction, mighty thunder, rips our lands yet asunder,
the land it trembles as we whisper, the mage he comes, no limp, no lisper,
but what magic does he really posses? a weapon for tellus's mess?
no, i disbelive he found his love, yet he seeks like bread for dove,
will he find his true bueaty yet at all?
''never' they say, he's just a doll.
a puppet created by sinfull master, a shadow, a pawn, a servant caster.
i wonder why he created, was his purpose to be hated?
i only know one thing....
magic cannot solve a thing, i love you... it will not ping,
please...return to us...
i still love you...

lalala!! this one sucked...
now i can't win ahahaha!!!

thank you sir...
and you to sir chev...
but i don't deserve any credit...there were far better poems out there than mine...

 

You judges did read ALL of my poem right?

(maybe i shouldn't have made it invisible, ok won't do that again i guess))

I just came here to say, that my entry will come very soon, so wait for it please.

 

The Parrot

A bird flew upon a tree
So young and spree
His feathers as colorful as ever
His wings seem to spread forever and ever

He dwells upon the tree waiting for the dew
For the dew brings new opportunities
He perched upon the tree
As the opportunity raised for the ground

He ate in delight as the sun began to rise
Through the giant thick blue sky
Shining upon the land
Destroying darkness where ever it land

 

"Know This"​

(M)They dwell within our fear; (F)Yours and mine
(M)Keeping our eyes ever near; (F)To death unto the shine
(M)Dwelling within our every ear; (F)To keep the keeper so far and near
(M)Keeping our wings tucked and clear; (F)Let the rain shine on our fear

Realizing this, we know the call
Making the darkness our humbled wall

So know this well, they will not qwell their dying spell
Keeping these words that cannot be swelled

And thus makes the light impracticable

So turn back now
Turn back for your reasons

But remember to shun the light upon the deceivers
And destroy the hate that fills us with believers

So make this known loud and clear:

Turn away their gentle call
And sing with me in Destinies Hall

So I hope you understand
That Fear and Tremble are essential, in this lonesome land.
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"Magic"

Magic is that feeling, when you see her in your dwelling
Magic is that fun, that is always in the sun

Do as you wish that you want with your lover
Do as you want with that kid in the fun

I left the lines long ago
Waiting for you to show

"Why didn't you stay?" she asked me a time forgotten
"Why did you take you time?!" I yelled it to her eyes

Learn to grow with it
Or forget to know it

The ultimate question

The simple reason

My face grew with treason

When she left without warning

Stopping me dead
I simply said "What in the world...is she dead?"

So now you know
That magic never grows
It only shows
That they all die alone.

 

Hearts are pure love and suicide.
So what if I can't give it to you?
I'm down to my last shot.
I can send it through my bleeding heart
or waste it on poor you.
Either way, one of us
Will die in my hands.

My burning desire no longer
needs you to fuel the fire.
My anger is all I need
Before the explosion comes with a shot

5...4...3...2...1
Bang.
and I'm dead
But not dead yet.
Bleeding rainbows and butterflies
is not death
But the magic comes from
your hating love.

 

Sorry but I must admit ou DID do a gooooooooooood poem soooooooo I thinks that you must be a TRUE poet to bhave thlought that up in three secs. Most of the poems I post I just make up. And you DO deserve credit.

 

I would just like to point out one thing, members who cannot handle it when they do not win should not be posting. Instead of getting butthurt that you didn't win, show some grace, congratulate the winner and move on.

Coming to me complaining or sending me messages saying you think it was unfair will not be listened to.

There is always another contest.

That being said, good luck my loves, you know I like all of your work all of you :/ I wish you would stop thinking it means you are a bad poet if you don't win, because in my honest opinion you all have a great deal of talent which I have had the pleasure of watching develop over the past few months :/

 

I know this sounds corny after what CtR just said, but well done HoD x3


The idea of writing a poem about magic bothers me... but.. I'll give it my best shot :3



I didn't believe.
Those lies that you showed me.
Those lies that you told me
Day after day.
You said it was magic
A conjured up dream,
One flick of your hand
And reality, it seems
Would split, in two,
Like the shattered glass you threw,
That pierced our love,
How could I have fallen for you?
It was lies, all lies,
That crooked smile and the flowers you sent,
Lilies, were they?
The flower of death, how fitting.
So go whisk up some fairies,
A white rabbit or two,
Create a fuss, all the magic you like.
It won't work on me, that much is true.




Lol I don't think thats very good. All my poems seem to be about love recently O.O

 

I had to write this on a napkin since I had no paper with me. Kinda short.

Magic, flowing through the air
Wide as an ocean or thin as a hair
It rides with the wind, only stopping when desired
Soaring through the world and above the tallest spires
It can't be caught, it can't be seen
It's all around us, dancing with glee
We can't believe in the things we can't see
But it's always been there, always been free
Formed from nothing, it was made to deceive
It will only appear to those who believe

 

Well, not the point, but I do this stuff in the dark of night...so, yeah...if it's not good, don't blame me, I congratulate the winner anyway.

 

Real Glamor
So real
A forthright, honest, truth
So wonderful
A quiet, tranquil, halcyon
So bizarre
A fractured, disparate, isle
So chimerical
A blended, beaten, uniformity
So glamorous
A subversive, mendacious, lie



This is a half-- eh probably more like quarter assed attempt at this strange "poetry". It' seriously about magic fyi, I do follow the rules no matter how badly my finished product end up.

 

Roses are red violets are blue and i'm a little teapot remix

Roses are red Violets are blue remix

Roses are red Violets are blue
Thats what they say but it just isn't true
Roses are red and apples are too but violets are violet
Violets aren't blue Oranges are Orange but Greenland's Not Green
And Pinkies not Pink so what does it mean to call something Blue when it's not we defile it Aww what the heck it's hard to ryhme violet.



Other Remix for Teapot

I'm a little teapot short and stout
Here is my handle and here's a letter from my shrink
He says I'm Getting Better last week I thought I was A toaster oven


(Delete if u want too i really don't care just wanted to try)