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The premise of this contest was to write a poem that described the writer's earliest memory.
Wish For Another DayThe first ingredientWish For Another Day by RollingTomorrow
Being together with you
The second component
Another day together
The third element
Every moment of memory
There's nothing more important
Everything else can stay distant
I only want a holiday with you
Nothing else will do
A perfect recipe
Containing you and me
Naught could make a holiday better
Than another day together
Days may be numbered
But memories cannot be altered
So as long as we are gathered
These simple wishes will be answered
Ophelia DreamsOphelia Dreams by AryaMay
Thus we came to rebehold the stars
And the other globes of the celestial skies,
Lady Luna with her blunted horns renewed-
The darkness haunting us left somewhere behind.
Or maybe not quite, so the Heavens do taunt-
While the Sisters Fate laugh as the devils cry;
And the mechanics of the world turn counter clockwise,
They pushed on by the mortals who plot God's demise
But you, my dear Ophelia, what do you see?
Do you envision your ghosts with those sightless eyes?
Or do you see anger, bitter desperation, hate?
The river as my arms that you refused to take?
My faithless lover, to the world a queen
A queen that it lost, like the others it had seen-
And your lips (now cold), how many lies did they speak?
Your hands (now damp), how many others did they seek?
None, and that's why you're a treacherous fool:
You denied yourself yours and now you're so cold
And dead, my Persephone, forever running away-
Like all women, our world's primary cause of pain;
The Melody of Christmas~The Melody of Christmas~The Melody of Christmas by ScarletDevil1503
Snowflakes drift like notes of a song...
Softly, gently, moving along.
Coming each with a wish of good cheer...
Hope for the dawning new-year.
The wind ebbs and the flurries die,
But too soon another stirs up the sky.
Beyond the frosty trees and homes,
A threesome of jolly carolers roam.
I silently gaze at the wonder around,
Knowing that no greater is found.
It comforts the cold and tickles the air,
Snow gentle snow everywhere.
Then, as these soft moments do fold;
This heartwarming melody sings in the cold.
And, for the fear of it passing away,
Merry Christmas to all; have joy on this day!
Night SkyPaint me a story of words,Night Sky by puddlethecat
the clouds and sky sit as a attentive audience.
The stars outline filled with memories of our epic journey.
Hands will be joined together under
the light of the Haley’s Comet.
The man in the moon will stay hidden in the moon,
we’ll seek him out while sitting on our picnic basket.
Mask Pt.2Dissolve these demonicMask Pt.2 by xxdraxx
And we'll see
We all look the same.
But I've found
They aren't easily
I've found it too difficult
To undress these thoughts,
Instead, I wrap them
In jackets & scarves
To match this cold
Haunting ghostsThis is me, back in the days when cigarettes were sublime and I loved celebrating the act;Haunting ghosts by wannabeliterate
back in the age, I was convinced I'd had tastes of heartaches enough
to have hardened as much....however, the bruises, dents and lacerations
my heart had suffered so far did nothing to make these years feel worthwhile.
5 years of erosion, uncontrollably corroding, slowly gnawing
away at my body and mind do suffice to make a stranger
out of myself. And then, looking up into the bathroom mirror
I see myself and get uneasy. Something isn't quite right.
Where is my spark? The conflagrating fire
that kept me from ever truly resting - it's why I kept on leaving your bed
while you were sleeping, though I'd said yes to breakfast times and again.
I run because the instant the flame dies down,
ice crystals start forming, already interfering with the workings of my mind.
Day after day, I open my eyes and jump up and run
to find some gasoline.
My taste of the darker shades and a passion for making
a show of
The ObserverRecording the answers, but asking more questionsThe Observer by nofxmike06
While time and the chronos marched in unison
most words were inquisitive, many opinions per diem
Determined and seeking pure truth
Still I watched,
Light permeated in thought
Our tunnels of psyche run parallel in this Hell
Do I tell?
Should I spell?
Crashing waves matter not
Yet, my mission remains;
Hovering in my perch, servant’s timely demise;
Squared and circled in mind
The Seed I PlantedThe Seed I PlantedThe Seed I Planted by bearycool
I was a never Gardner, nor a Farmer--
Simply was a city boy born in Aurora.
Yet today an opportunity was given:
A walnut seed to sow in the soil.
Now urban boys know not creating.
We born of concrete jungle
Have seen only Others creations,
Roaming through Others imaginations.
But today I was given a seed,
And was told it was rich in life,
If only I let it live to own it accord.
I was told not to smoother it,
But to let it bloom by its lonesome.
Then when he leaves were ripe,
Could I bask in its shade and light.
I was told to always love It,
Care it like Adam to his Garden.
Even if it were slow one day,
To always say "I love you so."
I was told my words and actions
Were the nurture it desired.
To say love and make love--
To water and feed the little tree.
If I were to do this, they say,
Then you will not only love yourself
And the creation you have made,
But be love by the thing you created.
And so today I planted the seed;
The seed I planted here, today.
And as secon
Your FaultCrawling through the floorYour Fault by owen-sixes
Trusting you to keep me safe
I feel a pain in my head
Something red and warm runs down
Blurring my vision
A cry echoes from my lips
As this metal barb hangs from my skin
You drop your graphite pole
And rush over to check on me
But I don’t trust you now
You didn’t keep me safe
This blood shouldn’t be flowing
This is your fault
I already hate you
PranksterPranksterPrankster by Dandin-of-Redwall
Among my memories old and new,
The first of all, I gained with you,
Remember that day when I was two,
My innocent face I bid adieu?
Sitting content within my chair,
Pleased I was to watch and stare,
And just await my pretzels fair,
From the bowl you gave with care.
While munching on my salty snack,
I heard dear Mother's voice then smack,
Warning you to take it back,
Her green bowl that I might crack.
I listened when you said it's fine,
To take it back, you'd make me whine,
You said to leave me alone to dine,
That I'd break nothing I thought was mine.
Now I then I had to disagree,
Though little, I was smart you see,
So in my own baby glee,
I thought to make your senses be.
And though I couldn't really speak,
I made a grin from cheek to cheek,
I dumped my munchies with a squeak,
Then smashed the bowl with happy shriek.
I still remember how you gawked,
Your poor demeanor completely shocked,
And Mother tutted as she talked,
How you had been surely mocked.
From that day I plot and
HyperthymesticIt's like looking through a crystal ball,Hyperthymestic by AMWeitz
I can't get
knees to elbows
like a prehistoric carving
on flat pink jewel,
an old philosopher born anew,
thinking of nothing and
signifying everything —
senseless and parasitic
and beautiful was I,
all in midair.
I could never forget,
and it's not that I don't like baths;
I just always end up face down
trying to breathe in the warmth
I once knew
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