Creative Writing Poetry Contest

I love that poem mate, phantasmical job. Alrighty mine was done in the time frame of 4 minutes 28 seconds.

"If only..."

I see you there upon that screen, your eyes, your face, your lips...
And know I'll never get to taste your sweet honeyed kiss.
I see your body move with a commanding sort of pride...
And know I'll never be able to tell you what I feel inside.
The expressions that I see upon your brightly lit facade...
Crush my heart with heavy blows and clouds my mind with fog.
I reach out to touch your face, but only feel the glass...
And understand that you can never give me what I ask.
You move, you speak, you look alive but something is amiss...
Even though I see you there, I know you dont exist.

 

Very lovely, Bibo...(Oh yeah Bibo, I forgot to mention, I am Jennifer May Longing...but shh, don't tell anyone!!) Anyways, this took about...hmmm...5 minutes...

MANGLED MYSTERY

The sleepless anger,
Roars above the clouds.
The young man's heart,
Tattered and beaten,
By fear and anguish.
He's left alone,
In the night of unforgiveness.
His mind now nothing,
But a mangled mystery.

"Be gone! Be gone!"
A strangled voice screams.
His eyes staring still.
A virgin of words,
Is left speechless.
A fake smile appears,
And another is dropped unknowing.

Till the midnight bell,
Of an abandoned church,
They must suffer.
Then the screams vanish,
And the young man's heart,
Still tattered and beaten,
By fear and anguish.
He's again left alone,
In the night of unforgiveness.
And his mind is still nothing,
But a mangled mystery.

 

Well, I didn't sleep this night, now it's 10 AM and I took this contest five, six minutes ago.
I have tried to edit the poem for spelling but I can barely keep my eyes open (but those are the times I'm most creative) and so, please don't burn me...


Phoenix


A thousand nightmares
To sleep with eyes wide open
A rage deep within my soul
It gets stronger while we rest

All sweet dreams are now gone
With the wind they have all left
Only a last remain of fall is there
To tell us not forget
Holding on, feeling spring
I know it is just lost for me
Others dwell in spring, not me
Cold and winter is to come
Vastness, white and cruel
Dead to our world I'll enter
Returning I will not
My reasons left behind
I lost them long ago
In the darkest light of dusk
The light of moonlight's shadow shone on me

The barren lands are calling
Steady steps will take me there
Dreadless I will walk the way
Not even looking back
You can't hold me here
All my loved is over there

The emptiness is filled with long forgotten laughter
A crystal lake there is
Of broken faith and fallen hopes
The rain is made of dried and olden tears
Eternal twilight I will see
Face to face with all the sins
I will sleep and have my rest
To come like Phoenix from the ashes

 

...wow....that is extremely well done. I dunno what it is I like about this poem in particular, it has a...I dunno, a certain depth of feeling that you seem to have captured when you wrote it. Almost like you can put pictures with each word. Fabulous job mate, keep up the good work. ^^

 

Sleep

I cannot sleep.
Not without nightmares.
Not without those horrid dreams,
that make me wake up.
I cannot sleep.
Sleep,
so wonderful,
so beatiful.
Sleep,
something I truly need.

That was just something that came to my head.

 

I wrote this a while back... but I know for a fact it was in under thirty minutes. So, I shall post it.

"-E T E R N A L-"

Let me falter, (will I tell you?)
drop from this poisonous existence into a
new [promised?] tomorrow...
Emblazoned by these seething blossoms of passion... [and pain,]
fuel this next generation of sorrow.
But the echoes (echoes, echoes) still reside...
spreading through the abyssmal chasm of a boy. [inside]
Reverberating throughout the emptiness,
(Is this just how far I've regressed?)

Let me hide, (will you hate me?)
behind this shield of chaotic hopes and cries
of disorder, a subtle beacon amidst
rows and rows of shadowlike mist.
Pulsing stains of ink do vessels ensnare,
scarred veins reveal a sense of despair?
(The only one who knows is you...)
[Questioning... he whispers "Do you feel it too?"]

Let me leave, (will you care?)
From this crimson noose I can perceive...
airborne upon wax wings shining
the fire orb in black sky climbing...
Do the animals cry when their necks
and lives [and minds] are severed from a shackled being,
or do they embrace a new type of
isolation, which is ultimately freeing?(Is that real?)

Let me stay, (would you mind?)
view that porcelain face for one last time, (or run away)
look upon an ethereal figure's milky face,
as naive vows cultivate the tender space
between me and one supple fruit...
Or would those seeds just slip through,
a grasp [still unworthy of even seeing?]
(that's why he's a void of a being)

Let me feel, (what do you feel?)
a soft taste of your soul... so cold, yet real.
this distant scent so slowly savored
(your unique and so addicting flavour..)
Breathe...
this moment for eternity.
For it shall never pass again,
an unspoken truth (inside his head)... [one facing he cannot bear.]
Be that moment.. for when nostalgia sets in,
(with the lingering scent, and taste still upon your lips...)
The journey towards the future will only begin...
(am I running from you or myself [or those dreams of a single kiss]?)

Let me wander, (will you forget me?)
through those fields of our past,
the branches once intertwined now grow apart.
Within a bloodstained ground covered
with brittle trees overseeing those
dead plains of my heart...
Will this winter last evermore?
(will it ever be like before?)

Let me touch... [that which I could not bear to hate...]
Let me hope... [for that which I could not create...]
Let me die... [and finally know the truth...?]
Let me run... [should I run away from you?]
Let me fall and scream and cry and bleed...
Will you ever let it be ...you and me?

(And afterwards the life's now fleeing)
[for that's why he's a void of a being]

 

well, the contest is probably closed and my poetry sucks anyway...but i guess ill post my attempt here...

my crap


As I sit here in the darkness again
i feel a familiar pain wash over me
the pain that sits like a cancerous cyst
melting at my mind i feel the darkness close
all around me demons hide waiting to attack me
weak, i fall to my knees only to be brought back up
you build me up to let me fall again...

i hate you for what you did to me
everyday i live in uncertainty
not sure of what the answer might be
alone, afraid i wait in the darkness hoping to be let back in
only to hear the clink of a chain as you lock the door.

 

Upon the suggestion of entering a Poetry Contest from a friend (I think the site was www.poetryamerica.com), I decided to dig up one of my old poems in here and change a few lines and such.

~ ~ ~

Thought & Memory

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 therein since
A Hellion woman, a bestial Wolf and a venomous 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 to say their fight was lost 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

~ ~ ~

Thus was the result.. though while I'm here, as an idle suggestion.. perhaps we should take out the "contest" part of the title in this thread... because, it's not really a contest anymore... and didn't really seem to be much of one to begin with. Maybe something like "Member Poetry" or the likes.

 

Heres one of my newer ones.

I will return
Please let me die in my sleep tonight
For in my dreams is where you await
I wish to stay here,and hold you forever,and curse dawns first light
Lets never leave this place,lets hope this time it isnt a temporary state
We will dance in the moonlight of my mind, timeless and unbroken
Drown out the sun as our love bleeds the sky and leaves it black
And we will whisper all the sweet things that have been unspoken
I need you now so much,I cant leave now,I cant go back
Hold me tight,and pray for the light not to destroy this place
I am leaving this and you again,returning to the world I am sick of
I will come back for you,and we will embrace
And we will dance in the moonlight......I will return for you my love.

 

Man,Legato666,your poems are so friggin' sweet. I mean,they're the only reason I still come back to this ****-hole. You make Trent Reznor look like Dr. Seuss. You got some real professional potential,man.

-BC

 

Eh,maybe, but I really doubt it but hey thanks for the compliment

 

Heres a new one. Well, not new, but, yeah....


The Boy at the Door By Kos

september 2, 2002, 10: 11 A.M.


You have no idea
how much it meant to me
You have no idea how happy you made me

I never thought a few trips in the hall
could turn into something so great
I never thoughta few traded words
could make me blush like they did

Just a few words made me red
just a few numbers
is what I wrote on your hand

It was even cute
when your friend joked around
"Hey Bud, that's your lady!" He said
It was even funny
because I liked the way it sounded

It may not work out
we might just be friends
But in the end
I'll still remember
they boy at the door

 

Autumn is my favorite season and im able to write more poetry, specially sittin in a pile of leaves watchin the stars drift overhead....hence this poem.

Autumn Has Come

Autumn Has Come
warm days slowly pan away and the colder nights flow from the north...
the green leaves give way to bright colors of red and gold and orange...
we left that summer romance...and into the new year we plunged...
uncertain if that bit of summer would stay with us...
and now i long for someone to hold me tight,
On this cold, October night...
i lay alone, awake, thinking...
the cold night air drops through my open window...
i breathe deep...letting my longing go in one long breath...
but it always comes again...not wanting to leave my mind alone...
I wander outside...the night air wont let me sleep...
the stars shine above my head...
they seems a little less bright in these Autumn nights...
i curl up in a pile of leaves and watch the moon as it turns slowly overhead...
it seems like only yesterday that we both watched that moon rise above us both...
but now...its only a memory dancing in my thoughts...

 

i just wrote this poem and its follow up in the last oh say 10 minutes...its like 2 in the morning and i went outside to have a cigarette. needless to say, i never did get to that smoke. the night sky was amazing... hence i wrote this poem

Night Sky

I sit and stare...
the moon hangs a million miles above my head...
shining like a jewel in the depths of darkness...
the stars shine like flickering candles in the wind...
the clouds hang effortlessly outlined by the moon...
the sky is hinted silver by the moon in a veil of blue...
the clouds end and the blue deepens bluring with the horizon...
i lay back and watch the stars flicker with eternal light...
gently with the slowing breeze, i drift to sleep...

and this is like a follow up of the poem

the night sky tonite was incredible...the moon held an awesome light...it shone like the sun itself, gently swaying with the trees...the stars flickered a million miles away lit by God himself...the clouds veiled the moon like a bride ready to walk down an aisle made of glowing blue...where the clouds ended, the deep blue of eternity blurred with the farthest mountain. a gentle breeze held the key to perfection...the night air mixed gently with a hint of coolness as my mind drifted on waves of grace. the night has not yet come to an end...and my mind has not yet stopped its slow swaying following the rythmn set by the tallest trees...let me stay...in this quick, fragile, piece of perfection...

 

Never Forget.

Cannot stand the way
These lonely days go along
so very torturous, so very long
I cannot live a minute without you
Oh darling, i really miss you

Your touch and your caress
I will never forget
The way you kissed my lips
And all the good times we shared
As long as I'll live I'll remember
That one special night in November.

 

I would crucify my self.
I would level my own grave
just to be there (Just to be there)
I would Die I would Lie
I would pierce the veil
Just to be there (Just to be there)
How can I feel
When you're not even real

I will part through
The veil in you
I'll see everything
from past to ending

I have laid down with devils
felt the sweet sting of that touch
it burned me like a cold flame
But I still wanted something more

I walked outside
I saw so many angels falling
I held one in my arms in her descent
You felt so ****ing cold...to my
warm and steady calm
Warm and steady...calm.

and you looked at me without fear
and you wispered this in my ear
"If we embrace in this fall
It won't hurt us at all."

~End~

Copyright 2004 @ poetry.com
Plucked an angel "For Meg"

 

Is it okay if I post two? I know I wrote these in thirty minutes (or a little more).

Crush

Bitter sweet infatuation,
With the object of my affection.
Could there be an explanation,
For this burning flame of passion?
Could this all be adoration,
Or is it my imagination?
I'm like a child without direction,
Lost in the forest of frustration.
Can't I resist such strong sensation?
Does it know no limitation?
Here I face a tribulation,
Filled with this mixed admiration.
This crush tastes like a sweet confection,
Yet it's like a cruel infection.
Within my heart there lies confusion,
Could this be real or just a delusion?

(2002)


Individuality

What we lack in our society,
Is individuality.
A sense of some diversity,
Distinctive personalities.
But no one wants variety,
We’re content with commonality.
It’s such a sad reality,
But...maybe that’s just our mentality!
Is all this uniformity,
Good for my own sanity?
We need some peculiarity,
To shake what we call...normality.
We need a change in this society,
I’m just fed up with conformity!
Make room for originality,
Authenticity,
And...even unity.
I speak to all humanity,
To every nationality.
Don’t fear your own identity.
Cherish your individuality!


(2004)

 

that's alot of rhyme man.

 

Wow I love both your guys' writing styles(Recluse God, quietstorm007). I loved reading them both, thanks for the entertainment.

Anyways, here is one that is pretty bad, yet not sure how long it took to write exactly..

AT THE TOP
You think I'm fine,
As I pace,
When really,
My thoughts are at,
A costant race.

I'm confused,
And am so lost,
I just can't choose,
The right path of my death's right cost.

I hurt all too much more,
Than ever anytime before,
I'm not sure what to do,
So I hide and cry my tears away too,
Just as well as you all do.

I'm afraid,
My life's toll has yet to be paid
The devil is getting way too mad
As i walk around depressed and sad

I'm not sure how he will react
When the devil finds out that my prayers are intact
Inside the heavens of wondering souls
They are not down with the burning coals

But i hope he leaves
For he is choking me
"Let me be!" a very weak weeze
But relize, It can never turn out how I want it to be

So i continue to dream
And it gets louder; the silent scream
As i sit in my corner festering
Pestering anyone who walks in
And they all walk out, and i bring up the broken tin
And wish time would stop
While i am at the top.


I have decided that I need to call a rewrite as I don't like how I wrote it, or anything of the sort, or as somebody told me, it sounds too 'rushed.'

 

Fading Beauty

You look so sweet when you fall,
A fading beauty,
You can only be remembered in the end.

Your eyes could have taken over the whole world.
With a voice that could make me insane,
A fragrance that could release the cage of the beast thats hidden in me.

You are my life...you are my dagger,
I could only stab you inside myself so many times.
And this blood I bled for you,
Your whole body now dyed red.
I tried to pour myself into you
but you turned and walked away.

Now you look so sweet when you fall,
A fading beauty...
You can only be remembered in the end.

You were the rose I couldnt grab,
Your thorns were just filled with poison.
You looked so beautiful from afar,
But you've withered away now.

The puddles have a tendacy to reflect the past,
And your face is plastered in them.
Fate has dealt his hand to you,
and you had to grab it so it took you in.

You looked so beautiful when you fell,
It was just maybe a great feeling.
A fading beauty...
Only a memory in the end.

so...yea