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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!
critique mehe counted my vertebraecritique me by crystallized-skies
like they were the pieces
of a paint by number,
one by one he adorned
them in burning hues
of reds and pinks
until my whole body
he let my ribs
smolder under his
delicate brush as
he sculpted my
from my dripping shoulders
down to my bruising hips--
every inch of me knew
his calloused fingertips
as he laid layer after layer of
charcoal passions &&
on this marble canvas;
"critique me" I whispered
as he etched his name
a thousand times over
into the fine lines
of my left side
ForwardAs I channel my fiascoForward by justakid93
My failures don't define me or limit where I can go
Taking on Goliaths, Donkey Kongs and Ivan Dragos
Hopping over barrels up a mountain; Sisyphus
But what's a Rocky to a Rambo? A go kart to a lambo?
My greatest competition is myself
As I face the man in the mirror backwards is where I can't go
There's no half stepping as I Rambo my fiasco
Even When I Don'tthis poetry is a stone, droppedEven When I Don't by BlackBowfin
within a dream, it hits
on the waking tail-end
of a floorboard creak,
uneasy and unsure
where just before
eyes can focus,
the fog of footprint
dries invisible, like a dream
caught in daylight
fades like the watchful
bedside figure, that steps
back into the dream
as its poetry passes me
back to earth
it speaks evening, even
in daylight and, though dead,
writes me along, in the
of its release
warning that there is
no middle, nor inside-
only teeth, edge and surface
but, below the body and blood
it breathes something else
where i also breathe
even when i don't,
where i cast into this
great in-between, fishing
for what swims below
and differentiates the dream
from you and me
and true life from our lonely roads
but, below the asphalt
life breathes something else
where we sort our fears
into faces and re-math memories
into something worth dreaming
un-edged, a something or somebody
worth our pain and paintings, here
The WandererI make my presence knownThe Wanderer by PsychoholicBuddha
Been treading all the grounds
Ain’t staying in one place
Been wandering all around
And I know i’ve been living a life
When no one knows who the hell I am
It sure as hell ain’t the easy life
But I do the best I can
Few possessions I do own
I don’t talk about my kin
See all the scars on my hands
And all the sun-blasted skin
And I know i’ve been living a life
That not everyone can live free
A long stretch of water and land
As far as I can see
Can’t guarantee I’ll survive
To see another day
Now, if you’ll excuse me
I must be on my way
And I know i’ve been living a life
That not many will allow
Don’t know how I’ll survive
But I’ll figure a way out
A Line in the SandA line in the sandA Line in the Sand by MrBrainheart
And behind it walls take shape
And a castle forms and rises
And its corners
Align in the sand
But words are deeds, shifting, changing,
subvert all that we call ourselves
We know only what we can express
and do we express what we know?
And behind that castle lay a sea of knowledge, an ocean in which we’d last for but a few hours assuming some proficiency in swimming.
Words are but words
But words are words
Are words but words
words Words but are
And in time the tide would swell and rise. The sand swept up, realigned, drowned and reborn. No castle made out of that substance could last in the turmoil of that other substance.
In the turmoil of words who are we?
Agent and/or servant?
In the relative constitution of meaning we seek and find truth
Basically a lie
Although that suggests an essence where it denies one
Lying then is deception without awareness of its deceptive nature
Which in turn is an essence so maybe we need to cast a dif-
The castle! It’s gone!
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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