POETRY WRITING CONTEST?

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Okay, so just rapid write in the form of stanzas... let's see what we've got... put in brackets how long it took you to write it too.

I'll start...

Eraser Smudges

Walking down this road we call life
I took a step in a few puddles
Dripping, my flats did get much too soggy
I took them off and I continued on walking

So we all make mistakes
And we all fall down
But that don't mean we can't turn this around.
So next time you erase
And you see them smudges
Go on, babe, give it another try

It's a reminder don't you see
That no matter what you do
Your always gonna have to go back
And try your very best again

So I did walk,
Gravel sticking to my feet
Walked another block
And stopped to soak my feet in, yet again, another puddle.

But I won't stop,
For if I do
I may never get another chance to speak with you

xD, not so sure about the title though...

[Roughly 4.5 minutes.]

PS If you don't want to write a poem, you can comment on mine...xD
 
Choices

If I could write a song
Any song,
Would I write a soft, sad song?
Or a happy, bouyant song?

If I could draw a bird,
What kind of bird?
A bird with graceful, flowing lines,
Or a flashy bird with vivid colors?

If I could be anyone,
Who would I be?
A famous singer?
Or a ne'er-do-well?
Would I do well in college?

If you could write a song,
You should write a song of love

If you could draw a bird,
Draw the bird of happiness

If you could be anyone,
Be yourself.
Bring Joy, love, Happiness,
Especially Hope
Among the desolate
 
If I were You and You were Me!

If I were you and you were me,
What would I see?
Would I see a happy family ,or
would I see the things you wish to be?

If I were you and you were me,
you would see things that can never be.
Disappointments are clear to see,
Life's trials were tough on me.

If I were you and you were me.
I only wish this could be.
Your life may be good,
and mine may be what yours should.

[little over 3 minutes]
as you can tell it's not my best
 
Wow! Your poem is really really good, and like you wrote that in less than 5 minutes?

deep fear

deep fear
as deep as the ocean blue
as deep as my love for you
as deep as the tunnels underground

deep fear
as scary as the sharks and whales
as scary as your empty heart
as scary as the subway sound

deep fear
my fear is so deep
I don't think I'll let it show
I'll just let it grow
until it eats me up
and there is nothing left
will you then, lay me to rest?

around 10 min
 
The rainfall

Outside a pipe leaking
drip, drip, drip
droplets of water hit the groud
like thunderbolts striking the sky
I wonder where all the water will go
But its spread out and dissolvs into the ground
The ground is not wet,
Only the drain where it all collects
eventually the rain will go away

The drain inside her bedroom doens't work as well
Puddles form.
and everything changes
we wait
hoping it might end soon
it begins to clear up
when her cell phone goes off again in the dead of night
ring ring a new text message
and the cloud inside her room is set off again
raining forever
the puddles form
and are forever stained inside her heart
the puddles in her eyes and the puddles outside
are very different
and will never be the same.

[about 6 minutes - please e-mail me at [email protected] and let me know what you think of it]

and by the way - your poem is beautiful and truly amazing <3
 
O’ Time devourer of my youth and strength, my very hopes and dreams,
Which flows swift and remorseless and relentless in cascading streams
And yet does not consign to sweet oblivion my yearning thought
Of all I had, and hoped to have, of all that’s come to null and naught.

Why must the Mother of us all bring each to wisdom much too late
When he has appetite and dreams, but not the strength to either sate?
The world, it seems, is fell and strange, and to our plight indifferent;
Can he who fathers-forth all things bring them from chaos to lament?

In days now so remote they seem a realm of vast antiquity
I lived for joy, and life my toy held nothing but delight for me.
But now more gray I rue the days I oft spent in a fool’s pursuits;
And, always waiting, my devouring shadow stands and convolutes

The plans I had, the dreams I held; the subtle lines that frame all things
That I held full and free I thought, are bound instead by subtle strings –
The cobwebs that my habits formed became encrusted, dusty, strong,
And then, at last, they throttled me; they stole my life, my love, my song.

They stole my friends, they stole my glee, soon freedom and my life entire;
They stole what was most dear to me, and yet they left me my desire,
Desire and yearning for the timeless kingdom that I ruled at ten,
The kingdom that still calls to me, where I’ve no hope to rule again.

And I, prince regent in my fading kingdom of diminished light
That rules me utterly by day and yet I conquer still at night,
Now know what I possessed at ten was gold and gems beyond compare,
And now all's lost, and at what cost, and yet the price I paid was fair.

Such is the sad estate of all, what we need most none understands
And yet the Mother of us all will nonetheless make her demands.
She sends us out, but evening comes, and then she calls us in from play
And we will not return once gone; we love, we lose, we cannot stay.


[about 15 minutes, written a few days ago]
 
O’ Time devourer of my youth and strength, my very hopes and dreams,
Which flows swift and remorseless and relentless in cascading streams
And yet does not consign to sweet oblivion my yearning thought
Of all I had, and hoped to have, of all that’s come to null and naught.

Why must the Mother of us all bring each to wisdom much too late
When he has appetite and dreams, but not the strength to either sate?
The world, it seems, is fell and strange, and to our plight indifferent;
Can he who fathers-forth all things bring them from chaos to lament?

In days now so remote they seem a realm of vast antiquity
I lived for joy, and life my toy held nothing but delight for me.
But now more gray I rue the days I oft spent in a fool’s pursuits;
And, always waiting, my devouring shadow stands and convolutes

The plans I had, the dreams I held; the subtle lines that frame all things
That I held full and free I thought, are bound instead by subtle strings –
The cobwebs that my habits formed became encrusted, dusty, strong,
And then, at last, they throttled me; they stole my life, my love, my song.

They stole my friends, they stole my glee, soon freedom and my life entire;
They stole what was most dear to me, and yet they left me my desire,
Desire and yearning for the timeless kingdom that I ruled at ten,
The kingdom that still calls to me, where I’ve no hope to rule again.

And I, prince regent in my fading kingdom of diminished light
That rules me utterly by day and yet I conquer still at night,
Now know what I possessed at ten was gold and gems beyond compare,
And now all's lost, and at what cost, and yet the price I paid was fair.

Such is the sad estate of all, what we need most none understands
And yet the Mother of us all will nonetheless make her demands.
She sends us out, but evening comes, and then she calls us in from play
And we will not return once gone; we love, we lose, we cannot stay.


[about 15 minutes, written a few days ago]
 
Me

If I could only love one person
And there was only one person on Earth
I'd play coy with me.
I'd make a song out of my self-hatred
And practise self-love everyday to that jaunty tune.
I'd sing and sing and sing
And spell and spell and spell and spell
And still I wouldn't be able to speak.

20s
 
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