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The premise of this contest was to write a poem that described the writer's earliest memory.
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!
FunhouseThere are muffledFunhouse by misplaced-words
noises, and you hide your
eyes in your hands.
There was a tattered and
worn copy of Hamlet
in your bag. I can remember
watching you skim for just
The house speaks
in a soft tongue.
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
The smell of flesh,
echoes through these halls.
My arms sink in
I will walk out of the air,
into my grave.
The house creaks,
and it is speaking again.
The doors are shut,
and they giggle when
our backs our turned.
Go, bid the soldiers shoot.
The house tells us
we are not to be,
and our steps
teeth digging at our
Your hands are cold.
My face is cold.
From our flesh, may violets spring.
in regardthe best poems start out with something personal.in regard by terribly-forgotten
an old story, something funny, supposed to draw people in
and grasp at their attention. you know, something like, 'i went out fishing my dad'
or 'my mom posts weird things on facebook' or even 'i once dropped my phone in the toilet'.
and it all becomes a metaphor for something a little darker, something a little deep.
and i think that's why i can't write good poems, it's that my life is too bland.
bland because i am like a blank space, and i don't say that as reference to some
taylor swift love song. i am saying that because whenever i think of myself,
i see a void. i am a black hole, and i'm not saying that to be emo. okay? okay.
i suck at talking. like, whenever i try to say 'that's not my name' to someone
i get overlooked and nobody hears me because the fact is, i never said it in the first place.
it's this feeling i get, you know? not that you do know, because you're not me, and i'm not you,
but it's like i'm a r
The Night VisitShe arrives on time each night,The Night Visit by WordOfChen
With a flurry of quick footsteps,
Followed by a timid knock at my door.
The reply I give her is often curt,
'Enter,' I'll say
And she does.
I spend a moment taking stock of her appearance:
Noticing bare skin beneath a heavy brown coat.
A few droplets of sweat run down her neck,
And she swallows nervously as she awaits my instruction.
I approach her slowly;
Enjoying this moment where the distance closes.
My eyes take their time to pull her into focus,
And like a bolt of awareness she becomes vivid;
Her lips a sparkling red and utterly lush for a kiss...
Her eyes are doe-eyed and completely tame;
Her makeup is perfect, as I've always liked.
But I can tell, beneath that flawless surface,
That it was rushed under a dim streetlight.
At this point our lips are separated by a bare inch,
I like to leave this distance as I stare into her eyes.
I enjoy the way her breath quickens as I ask her the question,
The question that beg
The Human RaceWe are a species,The Human Race by Miistical
interlocked and intertwined;
so why do we make our survival
a race of humankind?
We are human; both man and beast,
yet we are known for our rage
and our depravity, known for locking
up "kind" in a cage.
We are a legacy, the evolutionary
history book that spells our lies
far better than we do. Why let our
winners erase past losing cries?
We are horrible, ruthless things;
a true mockery of living
as we wage war for the simple
act of giving.
ReligionDel oscuro abismo del temor y la ignoranciaReligion by lobo-sapiens
Surgen los heraldos de la redención y esperanza.
Cual reflejo abigarrado de la sed de verdad.
Presente en la naturaleza de nuestra alma.
Portando el génesis cual estandarte espectral
Junto a la eternidad como promesa fatua
Pelean para derrocar de nuestros corazones
Al horror inmemorial e inevitable del olvido.
Pretendiendo ignorar la entropía de su esencia
Ciegan nuestra razón con la inestable luz de la fe
Enclaustrándola en su hermética fortaleza onírica
Para así reclutarla en su búsqueda de eternidad
A pesar de su guerra contra el progreso
La muerte rondaría en este mundo sin su presencia
Pues solo con el flagelo de la eterna condena
Se contiene el Armagedón en las almas de sus adeptos
ShadesI'll lay you down upon this bed,Shades by WordOfChen
Eyes blinded with a strip of black cloth.
I'll take my time to circle around you.
Enjoying the light aroma of fear and sweat;
Mixed with just a hint of excitement.
I'll see your legs pushed together,
Perhaps in anticipation.
Or would it be the butterflies;
That dance a shade of scarlet upon your cheeks.
I'll take my time to run these fingers
Along your soft milky white skin.
And even before you part your lips to confirm it,
I'll already know that you belong to me.
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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