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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!
Lord Of Silver FoxesLife insurance asks for personal profileLord Of Silver Foxes by ArthurBlake
Third-parties simply handle it for a stirrup
A sealed envelope arrives from unknown sender
How do you like your yard to be?
Plenty of those around from different areas
Just don't expect to get away from those!
Gradually sunk to the paving stone
Some sort of mogul makes big entrance
Sedgeway and an overstuffed notebook...
"Bring me coffee or tea
I have an important idea for a conference
Even though you don't know who I'm
Do bow unto me."
This is how Infinity Workshop was founded
In the year of somesuch-and-a-scythe
The bloody institution that breaches benchmarks
Lifted off in three days -
And a three-digit fee
So when their agents knock door-to-door
Nobody remembers much anyway
If you do feel the cold float overhead
Know who's causing this:
Lord of Silver Foxes
Yesterday they shot a gas station dummy
The day before it was a coal mine mascot
Another Dr. Strange comes into the fold
Dr. Ziggurat addresses the technical side
Today they have another l
Lover, I will try to forget you.The moon is braidingLover, I will try to forget you. by seaboundstars
her sighs into my hair
as I tell her 'I
dislike the thought
of being perfect.
Even more because
I always tried for him.'
There is turbulence
in these bones as he
ghosts past me and
into the skyline.
Perhaps it is time
I stop following.
When you lose a best friendWhen we said friends forever andWhen you lose a best friend by Tangled-Tales
crossed pinkies like grade-schoolers,
I could only believe those words
lodged in your heart
like they did mine
because every time I think back
I can't help but remember the
under star lit constellations,
and study sessions where we
learned more about each other
than we did Biology
but now it's clear
that each beat of your heart
has made those words fade,
and you could care less
about crossed pinkies
but I'll still see you,
and hear your voice
and I'll still wish
the meaning hadn't changed-
Not Meant to Be...Staring amid the dark summer hazeNot Meant to Be... by My-Colorful-Tears
I noticed a shining light that was my guide
a face was revealed causing me to faze
but I couldn't look back, for it ruins my pride
with the windows way downafternoon thoughts of copperwith the windows way down by FallingAsleepTonight
and sunshine. I want to dance the ghost
and love a girl with red hair and freckles
however you love a girl
with red hair and freckles.
slow dance, slow dance,
moonlight clichés we are all hoping, secretly,
happen outside the movies.
now we can be better
and these things are the things I sing to myself
with the windows way down, driving
over the burnside bridge-
that "made in oregon" sign standing there,
effortlessly iconic. the way I know now
love is from the outside,
even without that red light
only on in the winter.
I am waiting for snow,
I am waiting for white flakes in her
red hair. simple things.
clouds in the canyons. red rocks,
rolling rivers, nature beside itself.
And us in our cities, screaming love songs:
motorized operas. there is an obvious
contrast in this,
but I don't see it anymore.
the grey towers; mountains. the highest scream
from the tallest rooftop. thunder and rain:
wandering the windshield
and down bac
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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