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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 12:32 pm

POETRY CONTEST

So... thought we could have a little poetry contest. Each month I'll post a theme and you'll have until the 20th to submit your entries (contest will close early if we get 10 entries before the 20th). Then we'll vote and winners will be announced at the end of the month. Your poems can be any kind you like, as long as they follow the theme that is posted.

Prizes

1st place - MC
2nd place - 20,000g
3rd place - 10,000g

Everyone who enters will get 1000g!!

Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 12:33 pm

CURRENT THEME

Rain

CURRENT CONTESTANTS

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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 12:34 pm

PREVIOUS CONTESTS

March 2011 (Air) - HorsesOfTheNight (1st), sick_twisted27 (2nd)
February 2011 (Love) - HorsesOfTheNight (1st), Sanguina Cruenta (2nd), sick_twisted27 (3rd)
January 2011 (New Beginnings) - HorsesOfTheNight
December 2010 (Christmas/Holidays) - HorsesOfTheNight

Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 4:19 pm

This poem was inspired by the blizzards we had a couple weeks ago.The lake is frozen over now so we aren't getting the big blizzards anymore. My poetry tends to be a little abstract at times and weird sweatdrop You might think that I hate winter and snow from this poem...but I don't. I love winter and the snow! Hehehe! Well here it is. I hope you enjoy it.

The Walk
Lost in an immense world
of cold and darkness— she sees
that the moon and stars have been
masked by the fierce grey clouds
of the storm.

Thousand of snowflakes dance
chaotically around her as she walks down
the barren snow-covered path and
collide with the delicate skin of
her face.

The frigid, bitter wind steals
her breath and stops her passage
through the unforgiving blizzard—she
pulls her black coat closer to her jaded body
and closes her eyes.

At first all she can hear is
the restless wind as it
blusters across the desolate
field of snow.

As she continues to listen she
hears the faint sound of drums
and flutes in the distance—they are
beautiful and intoxicating.

She opens her eyes and through
the frenzied flurries she sees the silhouette
of an ancient forest.

As she approaches the forest the drums
and the flutes become louder—she becomes desperate
to find the source of the alluring music.

She enters the forest and pushes her way
through brittle, ice-covered branches
until she reaches a clearing.

In the center is a weathered tree—
its bare limbs and trunk are being embraced
by white Christmas lights.

She walks beneath the tree and
lets her weary body fall
backwards into the soft snow
that litters the ground.

After her body collides with the
the ground she looks up through
the light covered branches.

She listens to the enthralling music and
she sees that the storm has passed—only a few clouds
are strewn across the night sky—
the moon and the stars have returned.

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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 9:39 pm

January contest is open!!

Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 5:59 pm

This is an older poem of mine. I wrote it right after my grandfather passed away. The poem is supposed to represents life, illness, and then death. To me death is new beginning.

Nameless

The young, mighty oak
stood at the edge of
the dense, ancient forest.
His powerful limbs
soared to the heavens.
His broad leaves danced
playfully in the autumn wind and
whispered secrets to the wildflowers below.
Sunlight warmed the surface of
his bark.

Suddenly,
Sinister, grey clouds
filled the sky and
the air became unbearably cold.
The leaves of the mighty oak turned brown and brittle--
they fell to the earth below.
The wind became violent
and tore the limbs from the
proud tree.

Lightning streaked across the grey sky
and firece raindrops pierced through the clouds.
They collided with the wounded tree
and then turned to ice.
The vicious ice covered the entire tree--
it's branches became heavy and fell.

Suddenly
the rain did not fall--
the wind became silent.
All was calm--
the storm had passed.
Sunlight broke through the dark,
grey clouds and washed over
the broken oak.

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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 12:07 pm

I agree that Death is a new beginning as well. What a wonderful poem!! biggrin

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February contest is now open!

Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 9:04 pm

Behold, San's crappy sonnet!
Written today, and the result of many crossings-out and much frustration.

Written of course in iambic pentameter, with the occasional poor substitution. Though one or two I think aid the poem. Also it has a pun. Mostly to aid the verse.

Ahem. The Hated Rose.

Each petal of the rose sent to my door
So soft, so red, so velvet to the touch
Am I the one you claim to thus adore?
Perhaps, perhaps - your heart professed too much.

The rose upon my doorstep, red and thorned
So claims to be an icon of the heart.
I hate the rose, so thick with spines adorned -
So pricks the tainted love that you impart.

and Oh! to clutch the flower to my breast
Despite the spines, despite such thorny speech -
But I distrust a love so much professed;
Your heart is not the lovebird, but the leech.

I cannot trust a heart that makes me bleed,
And so return to you this wretched weed.

Sanguina Cruenta

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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 6:42 pm

Here is another one of my depressing poems. sweatdrop This poem is a series of haikus. I did cheat a little in the structure however. It is about how love can be unattainable sometimes.

Prisoner

Harsh, frigid dewdrops
caress the crimson petals
of the delicate rose.

Sharp, firece thorns surround
the sorrowful, beautiful rose
in an impenetrable cage.

No sun peers through the
ominous jet black storm clouds.
No warmth finds the lost rose.

Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 4:41 pm

This is a Poem that I have Written And I hope You like IT!

No Words

There are no words-
to describe your beauty
smarts and you just being just pure evil.
I wish I could tell you everythig.How you
get on my nerves and how
I sometimes dont like you,but there are no words.
You say, "I'll be there", but your not.
You front and lie to my face. There are
no words for you. Even though I think of the negatives
what is positive is that you are evil and I LOVE THAT.
There are no words, no words, no words at all- to descride you
BEAUTY, SMARTS AND YOU JUST BEING SO DAMN EVIL

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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 9:51 pm

Vote now for your favorite!!!

Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 10:08 pm

Actually I feel weird being on the list for voting since I'm the guild owner. I'd feel uncomfortable accepting a prize. sweatdrop

So no one vote for me! ^_^

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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 7:48 am

March round is open!!

Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2011 4:50 pm

Loving what i hate about you

Smelling your sweet scent...
seeing you come towards me.
In our night of passion i can not breathe
You take the breathe from my lungs and keep it for yourself.
I look at you with passion but the only thing you do is...
Kill... By taking the air that surrounds me and using it for others. Youtake my heart mind body and soul but move on to the next one. How can you live this way. Living on air alone and not have love happiness and everything else that is instore for life... These are the things I hate but cant help loving

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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2011 3:43 pm

This poem was inspired by a dream I had.

Walk on the Peninsula

We were surrounded by
a sky of pale grey as
we walked down the immense
and sorrowful beach.
Waves crashed against
the beaten beach but
made no sound as they fell.
The silent wind was cruel and cold--
It whipped against our faces
and blew our hair violently around.
Our hands were laced tightly together
as we walked through the smooth sand--
Pebbles and stones dug into the fleash of our feet.
The wind began to screech and howl.
We both stopped in an instant.
He pulled me close to him--
I wrapped my slender arms around him
and pressed my head against his shoulder.
The wind died.
All was silent again.
I lifted my heavy head
and looked into the depths of his violet eyes
and ran my hand through is ebony hair.
He pressed his smooth, cool lips against mine.
He pulled away and gave me a weak smile.
His eyes filled with sorrow and pain.
He vanished.

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