Creative Writing Poetry Contest

Life's Agenda

Im floating in the ocean of darkness,
Hoping for that glimpse of light,
My hopes running out,
It seems Im alone in this fight.

Is this the way its supposed to be?
Just let Fate suck me in?

Im walking but this road wont end,
My heart is no longer beating,
Looks like in this fight,
Im the one to be defeated.

Is this the way its supposed to be?
Just let myself get sealed in brick by brick?

Time is certainly running out,
Yet nobody seems to give a care,
Looks like Ill rot away with this world,
Its not even fair....

So this is the way it was supposed to be huh?
I guess so....

(Do ya guys think I should have ended it better? This poem took about 7 min to create...pretty awsome!!)

 

Untitled

She's one inside mine
And She's perfectly normal
They say I'm crazy, but
I listen to her better more

She hates all there is
And all there is not too
She doesn't think anything
And want to do that, yeah, yeah


Why in the hell, I say, can't I write a poem
That turns out to be intelligible
Oh well, you have to include the
Standard, spoken-esque interlude
And here it is, but I think it's
Over or something


She doesn't is, she are
We are one, and yeah, whatever
She eats all my food and
Leaves nothing for poor nor compassionate

I am not, not what I am
You see me, that you can't
Comprehsion, not just in reading
Soul and mind, you must find


Hey, I think I'm done, or something
All I want to say at the end is
That I don't know what this is, so
Don't bother asking me.

Okay, I'm more of a songwriter than a poem writer. But, Songs are like, poems. That are...uhm...sung. So there.

 

Zero and Up

Yes songs are poems....Im actually the same way....
Anywayz, to the poem!

If only I can remember,
The way things were before,
Everythings messed up now that my fantasy,
Crashed with reality....

This time I managed to dig inside,
Myself and despite all this these holes,
I have seen my soul,
Theres still a dim light I can hold,
On to stay in check with reality.

To show Im with it....

This whole life is based,
On a meaningless illusion,
Wasting time on finding,
The best solution,
One that was never there.

Why must it be this way?
Havent we have enough?
I dont know how much I can take..
Open your eyes and away from the illusion.

The first step to move on up,
Zero and up.....

 

The Black Rose

I dont know why ya dont post here anymore. Do ya have writers block? I used to but now my mind is free.

This I wrote when i was actually holding on to a rose. I never really thought that you could relate a rose to life. It was really interesting for me....so tell me what yall think ok?


It was the biggest regret of my life,
I grabbed it...
Been over taken by its beauty,
And its thorns ripped through my heart and then my soul.

I held on to it,
Refusing to let go,
I thought it was worth it,
The scars and the blood,
For a magnificant feeling,
But I was wrong...

This black rose grew inside of me,
And soon I turned into it.
So now someone else has to grab me,
Someone else has to hold me.

It was the biggest regret of my life,
That I grabbed it...
I had just continued the cycle,
one that seems will never end.

 

Let's Go!

Here's a poem about MegaMan!

Megaman Rock X
Megaman you save the day
X Rock MegaMan

(Now go ahead and make fun of me.)

 

This poem was inspired by my few attempts at what this is about... (yeah...)

Just for You

As I lay in this field of blood red grass
I slit my wrist with shattered glass,
The pain within me you cannot cure
It's grown so hard that I can't endure,
This field grows darker everyday
The gorund seeps of blood wherever I stay,
Do you know where this ground is on which I stand?
It's anywhere and everywhere, but slowly, it's begining to expand,
So, who will care as to what I did?
On my own life that I just shut the lid,
If you won't care that this can't be undone
You've just handed me a loaded gun,
Since I know you are being untrue
I'll use this one shot, but just for you.

 

Alright, for the love of God, PLEASE someone write something at least semi-upbeat or semi-happy anything because I swear to all that is Holy if I read one more depressing poem about pain or lost love or boo-hoo-hoo-ness I'm simply going to snap. I'll see if I can't come up with something that won't involve, y'know, slitting one's wrists and wallowing in a dark, damp corner, crying one's self to sleep.

I'll get back to you peeps on that.

[EDIT] Here we go, I told you I'd do it

Through The Eyes Of The Raven
By Matthew C. Hage

Shining like the luminescence of the moon
It strikes my eye
Bright light, shimmering
Glistening, silver
And I can't resist
I make a dive as I strive to call it my own
It's no luscious artifact
No magic talisman
It's a piece of tinsel
Long discarded from the past days
Days of Christmas pass
Other people's trash
But it's my treasure
Where you see another thing
To throw into a plastic bag
I see something else
To add to my extensive collection
Tinsel and coins
Paperclips and soda can tabs
Worn like the most expensive jewelry
And all their dull eyes look at me
Like I'm so strange
But I look right through them
Just looking at my next target
Another sparkle
Another nickel
Five cents to them
A fortune to me

[/EDIT]

 

Writing poetry...that's something I haven't tried to do in awhile. Well, here goes nothing. Be warned, I'm not in the best of moods right now so this very well may be another one of those depressing poems. Probably won't be suicidal though, I'm not in THAT much of a bad mood ^_^

Upon grounds once untainted
Murky shades of red cast dark shadows upon light
Ignored and concealed to all but herself
As the wounds sink deeper, piercing what once was pure
Urged on by the ones intent on soiling
Awakening pain and anguish from long forgotten fountains of the soul
Pleading to release their flooded gates of sorrow into visibility
Yet are rejected, remaining misty pools of heartbreak never to rise to light
And the flowers continue to bloom

 

Im not used to writing love poems since I rarely get this feeling. So bare with me here ok? :sweat:

The Wonderer


I wonder...
If you are thinking of me at the moment,
And I wonder...
If you still have faith in me.

You have lifted my world,
Found a solution to my every problem.
This feeling of being complete,
You are my other half.

Without you...
Im last in this human race.
Im confused..
And ill be lost without a trace.

I wonder...
If you are thinking of me,
Because Iam.
If you have faith in me...
As I do for you?

 

I'm on a roll... yet another NOT depressing poem.



Thought and Memory
by Matthew C. Hage

Let us now tell you a story
Of pain and fame of loss and glory
For we are the thoughts and memories of the one-eyed king
So come, listen to our story, and come listen to us sing
Hear now the tale of the trickster prince
And his three spawn birthed since
A Hellion, a Wolf and a Serpent great
One to the land of the dead, two to be doomed to a horrific fate
One to the Underworld, two doomed to the fate of a death cry
Though to say them losers would be a lie
For they themselves are not the only loss
As each God's life came down to a coin-toss
We will tell you the story of the end of the world
The death of the Gods and how they were reborn
Let us now tell you a story
Of pain and fame, of loss and glory
For we are the thoughts and memories of the one-eyed king
So come, listen to our story, and come listen to us sing

 

As I said before...I rarely write love poems...so dont expect one for a very long time. ;p


Suffer

I will make you suffer,
For all the things you have done.
I will make you breathe my pain,
Until you suffocate.

Are you tired?
Is my presence making you sweat?
Am I forcing your will to bend?

I will make you suffer.
You will spit the blood from my wounds.

Is your heart still pumping blood?
Or is it spreading my hatred inside you?
I can see that you are already growing weary...
Hopefully youll soon fade away.

And become just a memory...

 

Another poem!

Here's a poem whose idea just came to me:

Clash! Mako blue burning hot misguided
Sorcerous love must be saved, evil poisoned
Clash! Mako blue face cut cheater move
Bombardment, beaches, WEAPONs, cheating

Pray! Stab! Nothing effect falls into water
Up the pipe, Jenova, Stab!
Aim Aim, Shoot Block
Killing evil failed orphanage
The planet wails, the bullet fails
Love takes up a blade, press R1!
Mako green smirk, burning home
The blade ship flies intop the sky
Paired enemies must die together
Sister destroys WEAPON
Brother mako green kills eternal pink
The understated mother cires for son, love
A sleeping agent awakes to Mako blue

A face, mako green eye mako blue eye
Scar, two planets, strike the evil 3 times
Safe, Bizzare, Sorcerer, a big tree?
Two hands reach out two the twofold heroes
Almost lost in time, feathers....

But they always live for sequels two years later.

(If you played FF7 & 8, then you can probably follow all that.)

 

*claps* These are really good, although I agree with amon, cheer up guys think of fluffy bunnys ^_^. I do write and will post some, I just wated to say how good it all was. Out of them all only 3 or 4 really caught me, one by amon with the raven and viscious and raven your poems are very heart hitting. I also like Muna's poem about the final fantasy 7 and 8, its very good.

^_^
xx

 

this is an unusual thread it caught my attention.im no poet but here goes.

guns are deadly
guns are fun
guns are harmful to everyone
ive got a bullet ive got a gun
lets go find a bank and have some fun
some guns rule most are cool
just make sure you dont bring em to school.

 

Well, here are my contributions to this poetry thread, I have three. I will leave it to you to decide what my peoms are about, because I belive that the reader should connect with the poem and understand it in his/her own way.

1st poem:
Hope Bringer.

Can you hear it?
She comes.
This feeling, deep inside,
The warmth.

The thunderous claps of her hooves,
Her mane of red.
It flows……..
And leaves behind, a warmth so great.

She comes……

Her golden eyes,
House of fire,
Warmth…..
Her shoulders, they gleam
As the light of the sun hits them.
Her tail of silk,
Swish…..
Swish…...

She comes……

Pure motion.
She gallops across the plain.
She has been called.
Hind legs, power houses,
Dust flows behind, warm.

She comes……

I see her now,
Magnificent,
The warmth…..
Beautiful creature.
Nostrils flared, hypnotic aura.

I can see her………

She is here, so warm.
Beauty unrecognized.
I touch her face
And see things I never knew,

Unbelievable,
Astonishing,
I want to be there.

She is here……

Bringer of hope.



WARNING, THE NEXT 2 POEMS ARE DISTURBING.
I have to mention that these 2 peomes are not about my own experiences, they are about real things that happen in everyday life, and are usually kept hush hush. They are upsetting. I made them because I feel very strongly about the wrongness (couldnt think of a better word) of these situations.

REMEBER THEY HAVE ABSOLUTLY NOTHING TO DO WITH MY OWN EXPERIENCES, just in case you got the wrong idea.

2nd poem:
The Normal.

It happened again,
He came and touched me,
Special place.

This is wrong, isn’t it?

He says it’s normal
Everybody does it,
Don’t tell anyone.

This doesn’t feel right.

It hurts, inside.
I bleed,
Why?

It’s not right.

I ask why?
He tells me, “because it’s normal.”
“This is what they all do.”

I must tell someone.

He is here with me,
At this place where everyone is.
I stand up and say:

“Why do you touch me like that Father?”

He is shocked, Why?
Its normal isn’t it?
My family grab me away from him.

It wasn’t right.

He can’t touch me now,
Where he is, far away,
My family told me.

It’s OK now…..
Now its right…..



3rd Poem:
Shape of Death.

She cowers from view,
Clenched fists and broken glass.
Iron and salt, mixed red puddles on the floor,
Blue and purple, patchy, patchwork quilt.

Ripped cotton and denim,
Soak in rivers or red,
Terror pours from her mouth.
Hunched and shaking.

She looks up, glint,
Metal shaped for death.
Screaming for help, terror stricken eyes.
He dives toward her, red faced.

Flailing arms, screaming out.
Pulled hair, forces head up for him,
Pleading, screaming, crying.
Cold metal gently slides over her exposed neck.

Then life is taken as easily as it’s given.
Warm precious wine flows forth,
Coughing, spluttering, dots of light.
Her breathing calms, life drains onto the floor.

And all from something as simple as a knife.
Darkness. Silence, she’s not there anymore,
But the iron and salt, separating then merging,
Will stay long after she’s gone.



Well there we are. I think these three poems are probably the 3rd, 4th and 5th attempts at poetry. What do you think? have I got a flare?

Sorry if I disturbed you.

xxxxx

 

Ha. New poem. Semi-depressing to some, quite enjoyable and a laugh to others. No title.

Always be careful.
Don't ever follow.
God;
He is joking.
Killing.
Laughing maniacal nonsense.
Open portals question retribution.
So the umbra veers,
Wringing xenophobes,
Yielding zealots.


The next two were two I entered into a poetry contest at school (both of which lost, tyvm ). The second one is kind of depressing at first but picks up a bit (I wrote it about a special someone).

"In The Night"

Bleeding scarlet roses
Crimson bloody petals
In the back of my mind,
I can see a glowing ivory sphere
With running red rivirs
Dripping off into a pool
A growing vermilion puddle
Rippling with reflections
Of an astral Apocalypse
Of stars ever-shining
And comets ever-soaring
With meteor-shower rains
Ripping holes in the fabric of time
As sable shadow tendrils
From the pits of Judecca
Reach up above all
To rape the Heavens
And bury everything
In the grave of the night
And let vampires and werewolves roam
Under the light of the bleeding moon
To steal our souls and breath
As devilish shadows creep
And impish voices laugh
As these lost souls
Who follow Satan's song
And the cacophony of screams that makes Hell sing
In an endless dance of the damned.

~~~~

"My Morning Star"

Like a piercing winter chill
Darkness no emotion could ever fill
Hope sliced with tendrils of defeat
That explains why the morbid is so sweet
Like a never-ending puzzle in my head
Can't figure out why I'm better off dead
Why is it in the shadows I confide?
Why do I keep thinking of suicide?
Why can't I keep my thoughts straight?
Why, for the good, do I have to wait?
Why can't I just let it all go?
Why is there no one to tell me no?
Why is there no sun to wash away the cold?
Why do I have to be afraid rather than bold?
Why can't it all just go away?
Why do I have to suffer everyday?
Why, God, do you make me cry?
Why does everything good pass me by?
Was it because I didn't care enough?
Is that why you made my life so tough?
Was this just some kind of test?
Is that why there's this dagger in my chest?
This must be how he felt when he fell
When he was banished to Hell
I won't let you get the best of me
I'll pull through, I'll make you see
Just like him, I will endure
And you will never be my cure
I will always look to that star
That shines in morning, near or far
My hope will come from this bringer of light
And I will no longer worry over your endless blight
No more will you make me cry
As long as my love is near by
And together we will go
Further into what is unknown
She and I won't be afraid
That we won't reach this 'paradise' you made
I'll live for her and her for I
And let everyone else just pass us by
We won't fear what they think
When we refuse to join their endless link
We will walk our own path
And we won't fear your wrath
We'll walk with heads held high
And like that, together, we will die
And when the day of judgement comes
We won't regret a single thing we've done

 

Muna's Haiku On Candy

He ate all the sweets
He ate all my time, my love
He took her away

(Would you believe me if I told you that was a love poem, about valentine's day?

Heartache!!!!)

 

Hey, let's give this another shot, shall we? I tried once before to do this, but the stupid thing crashed as soon as I hit the reply button, so I was too mad to even try again until now.

I'm going to post two poems here, the first of which was nationally published.

Tomorrow's Front Page
He pulls his weapon from its holster.
The celebrity walks on, unaware
Of his intent.
Magazine preloaded, he takes aim.
She is locked on through the scope.
Wanting a flash, he pushes a button,
Removing the safety.
Perfect shot, he thinks, then counts,
Three...

Two...

One...

CLICK!​

She shudders at the shutters, camera-shy,
Her image frozen.

StarDeath
A nuclear explosion,
and suddenly 1987A comes to power.
Blasting more light than Vega,
its radiance beats out the sun,
becoming visible at noon.
Nothing is its equal.
The supernova class 1a transforms night into day.

A core implosion,
and unexpectedly, Cygnus X-1 comes to power.
Even photons cannot escape,
yet impalpable light from demolished matter radiates,
greedily gobbling its neighbor.
Nothing is its equal.
The black hole turns matter to naught.

A loss of energy,
and as percieved, Sol is dethroned.
Light is no longer an issue,
for its matter is radiated to Jupiter,
creating a dead nebula.
Nothing is its equal.
The white dwarf fades away and is deceased.

 

They are both fantastic poems Baph, I really liked your too Amon, I think you 2 are my favourites on here. That haiku is funny muna ^_^.

Well, its my fathers borthday today, as usual, he cant take time of from work so hes working on his birthday. Anyway because his present will be late (money issues) I wrote this poem on the inside of his card for him.

Because I love you.

Eventhough we see eachover everyday,
I dont think you really know,
The respect I hold inside for you,
Although it doesnt show.

Your my rolemodel, my idol, your everything to me,
Your as kind and loving as a Mother and Father should be,
Your generosity knows no bounds,
And as cheesy as it sounds,

I want to be just like you.

Intelligent, Independant and strong,
You help me when it's all gone wrong,
Youv'e always been there,
All the hard times we have shared,
You have always supported me.

I owe you everything,

I hope to be just like you.

So thank you for everything and for everything that's to come,
I love you Dad,
Dont ever forget.​

I wrote this poem because, I am not that close to my father, because my Mother passed away when I was young, recently I have been distant from him. I just wanted him to know what he means to me and how much I respect him. I did it the only way I know how, in words, I always do that, I cant open up to my father. Embarrising.

Sorry about all the spelling mistakes.
Everyone has done one of those poems, but I am proud of it. ^_^

xxx

 

Voices ((prolly took me about 7 mins))


People sitting all around...
That only I can see...
My imaginary friends from the ground...
That only talk to me...

I hear whispering...
Late at night...
Telling me frightful things...
That they say I cannot fight...

They speak of death and pain...
And sorrow of times past...
They make your skin feel like acid rain...
The wound that’s meant to last...

The chains rattle and their moaning is loud...
I try to block them out...
They’ll punish me for my ignorance...
And my will to scream and shout…

Every day is like a nightmare...
The voices overwhelm me whole,
I sit alone, they hover and stare…
Down at my cold heart and soul.

Someone save me!
These voices do complain!
I need someone who understands…
To save me... Before they come again…