Poetry Contest

[Odetta]

So, some of you may be already familiar with our Artwork contests, so let's do the same with poetry!

Here are the rules...

I will present a theme based on a picture, a line of prose, a thematic element, etc... and then YOU write a poem about it!
There will be a deadline of 1 month to post and then I'll set up a poll where TDT.com members can vote for their favorite!

Beambucks will be awarded as prizes for all contestants (yes, all contestants)

1st PRIZE - 1000 Beambucks
2nd PRIZE - 500 Beambucks
3rd PRIZE - 250 Beambucks

All other participants will receive 75 Beambucks for their efforts!

Please create new, original poems, not ones that have previously been posted on the site.
Feel free to comment on the poems when you are voting and give feedback!
If I think of any other rules, I will post them as we go!



Are you ready???????
We're going to start off with a picture!






Let's go!

[Letti]

What a great idea. I cannot wait to see the entries.

[flaggwalkstheline]

hmmmm
(cracks knuckles)

[razz]

i just may do this

[flaggwalkstheline]

hmmm think i'll start right now

Closeup of an eyeball

Electric water taking in all the information it can consume
Greedy blue muscle swaying like a tide
Floating through a salty ocean
Ominous black dot silent and yawning
Pulsing every so often inside the circle
Staring close and curiously
At itself in a mirror

[Jon]

Was the balance of this idea nixed, Ms. O??

(I'll have an entry soon BTW.)


Aw, screw it. I am going to do the other thing we discussed also. I'll start my own thread. If there is a problem with my other thread, Ms. O, just let me know.

[BROWNINGS CHILDE]

Nice one Flagg

[BROWNINGS CHILDE]

Flashfried

Welling up within me,
Unseen vibrations coalesce.
Friction produces vibrant waves of electric blue,
Alive with hair raising potential.
Inaudible, Intangible humming,
Searching for an outlet.
Energy brimming over,
Barely contained.
Finally,
An unsuspecting victem,
I drag my feet as I approach.
My hand extends an innocent greeting.

SNAP.....the discharge is serene.

[Jon]

Mass Dementia


Roaring in fury toward one another.

The human waves seek only war and pain.

Like in the end of days, brother against brother

Each glare at the other with choler and distain.

The human waves about to collide.

Like mass dementia, mass genocide.

It splashes and sprays, becomes many more than two.

E pluribus unum

[Jon]

So, some of you may be already familiar with our Artwork contests, so let's do the same with poetry!

Here are the rules...

I will present a theme based on a picture, a line of prose, a thematic element, etc... and then YOU write a poem about it!
There will be a deadline of 1 month to post and then I'll set up a poll where TDT.com members can vote for their favorite!

Beambucks will be awarded as prizes for all contestants (yes, all contestants)

1st PRIZE - 1000 Beambucks
2nd PRIZE - 500 Beambucks
3rd PRIZE - 250 Beambucks

All other participants will receive 75 Beambucks for their efforts!

Please create new, original poems, not ones that have previously been posted on the site.
Feel free to comment on the poems when you are voting and give feedback!
If I think of any other rules, I will post them as we go!



Are you ready???????
We're going to start off with a picture!






Let's go!

bump. I just want this thread displayed on the forum index.

[Jon]

Flaggwalks..." Electric water taking in all the information it can consume"

A good description of the eye. Not so clinical and not so clichéd such as "the eyes are the window to the soul" or her eyes made me melt." This is why I am a fan of your works. You can grab me with one single line.

[Jon]

Flashfried

Welling up within me,
Unseen vibrations coalesce.
Friction produces vibrant waves of electric blue,
Alive with hair raising potential.
Inaudible, Intangible humming,
Searching for an outlet.
Energy brimming over,
Barely contained.
Finally,
An unsuspecting victem,
I drag my feet as I approach.
My hand extends an innocent greeting.

SNAP.....the discharge is serene.

Kinda like the horror genre. That is not as easy as it looks. I tried my hand at it once. I love the cliff hanger ending!

[BROWNINGS CHILDE]

Gracias, I believe this is my first attempt at free form prose.

[Letti]

Okay, here I am. Don't expect much... but at least I have given it a try.


Colours

Black and white
gray and blue
these colours make me
remember you

The black of your hair
is like the midnight sky
stars fall on it
and they never cry

The white of face
is the home of my hands
It's like a snowy field
or snowdrop lands

The gray of your smile
shows fears you try to hide
Your body is trembling
when you try to lie

The blue of your eyes
is my infinite well
How could I help?
Why don't you tell?

Black and white
gray and blue
help me to help her
help me to be true

[Jon]

Okay, here I am. Don't expect much... but at least I have given it a try.


Colours

Black and white
gray and blue
these colours make me
remember you

The black of your hair
is like the midnight sky
stars fall on it
and they never cry

The white of face
is the home of my hands
It's like a snowy field
or snowdrop lands

The gray of your smile
shows fears you try to hide
Your body is trembling
when you try to lie

The blue of your eyes
is my infinite well
How could I help?
Why don't you tell?

Black and white
gray and blue
help me to help her
help me to be true

I like the flow. It didn't seem force at all. That is a trap I fall into and it is an easy one to fall into.


"The white of face
is the home of my hands"

Very romantic line, but not syrupy sweet. Yet another trap avoided by the author.

[Odetta]

Great poems, everbody! Keep 'em coming!
Then... we'll vote!

[BROWNINGS CHILDE]

Okay, here I am. Don't expect much... but at least I have given it a try.


Colours

Black and white
gray and blue
these colours make me
remember you

The black of your hair
is like the midnight sky
stars fall on it
and they never cry

The white of face
is the home of my hands
It's like a snowy field
or snowdrop lands

The gray of your smile
shows fears you try to hide
Your body is trembling
when you try to lie

The blue of your eyes
is my infinite well
How could I help?
Why don't you tell?

Black and white
gray and blue
help me to help her
help me to be true

I like the structure of the poem.
"Black and white
gray and blue"
At the beginning is nice and abstract, open to interpretation.
Then each color is elaborated upon, very eloquently I might add.
Then return to the Black and white gray and blue with a better understanding.
Kudos

[Letti]

Thank you guys. Really. I was just playing with the words.

[alinda]

Very good, all of you are wonderful writers.

[razz]

*ahem*

Eternity,
Growing, shifting
floral Rebirth
crucified
it wears a mask


that is all

[Odetta]

bumpity bump bump...

[KaleKatt]

I wrote this while reading Bag of Bones for the third time. It's about books and the art of reading. I hope you like it.



Her words, behind the cover, have left many mesmerized,
few hypnotized, one paralyzed. How mysteriously she speaks,
silently enchanting. How awful. Early morning introduction
leads to immediate infatuation repeatedly.


As she dances moonlike, elegantly passing, her veil pulls slightly left;
a discovery made; a lie believed; another lover mislead. But still
she moves with beauty, and still she binds the eye. So pleasantly she burrows
under the skin, dropping single words as breadcrumbs to the soul.


Times, hand-in-hand, often at day’s end, sharing dim light
and thought, she whispers her last noiseless breath and dies,
frequently without farewell; a love lost; a spirit scarred. But her dead voice
calls eternally and the broken heart has no choice but to listen.

[The Lady of Shadows]

blue dances down me
nerves taut with pleasure colors
electrifying

[Chooch]

Of Blood.....

Of Blood, first of honor
of heart pumped full with
the strength of life...
unknown of threats or danger
Of God and country, no regrets
no blame.
It will be done...

[Jean]

KaleKatt and Chooch: are your poems related to the picture?