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This Day is DoneBlood and brutality
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!
Twilight MemoriesI always have these vivid memories,Twilight Memories by RemnantThoughts
Sometimes in my memories I forget to mention me,
That’s how deep these things go, stuff crust cheese deep,
Seeping into my life every chance they get and you know what,
I can’t handle it. I mean are they even existential anymore,
As time goes on you think they would fade exponentially,
Meaning less and less but never digresses when the twilight comes.
When the sun sets I’m trying to hold it, because darkness scares me.
And that’s when dreaming starts, with the stars, and along with dreaming,
Comes those memories, why does my mind even give energy to it.
I assume you wonder what memories are those?
Simply all the memories good or bad set by the twilight,
But who likes to think but can forget about the past,
We love to dwell in it when boredom impedes.
See, when I was child, my mother,
She would always take me to the park and when the sun set,
Would tell me “Look at that Von” The sun set is the remaining
These Daysare those to which odes are never composed -These Days by WolfxButterfly
those where at the peak of spring, the sun
makes shining a deep struggle, a tired act.
those where working toward a better future
makes one’s insides freeze and stick together
with gray oil, sick and weighed down constantly,
every minute repeating the mantra: “can I make it?
can we make it? is it over?”
the evenings were never lonelier, these days.
these days I’ve felt more like paper crushed in a fist
typing and reading while fighting through work
for rest, more paralyzed with breath become numb
through shaking than every accident I’ve faced.
I’m more familiar with tiredness than I’m comfortable,
I’m alone in my bed, stiff and hollow,
and feel like I’m not living.
(can I make it? can we make it?
is it over?)
The Times that I've BledYou're the most precious thing in my eyesThe Times that I've Bled by Sirlogan997
And all that you have given has stopped my demise.
You're perfect from your head to your toes
Everyday I'm grateful that I'm the one that you chose.
Your beauty could radiate on even the darkest night
And just one smile is all it would take for you to make my heart ignite.
The gentleness of your touch soothes all of my pains
And the affection you have shown helped me cast off my chains.
When I hold you next to me, my heart feels whole
The love that you give pierces down to my soul.
Everyday with you is such a blessing to me
Even after all of these years, your love still sets me free.
My heart will never stray
Because I love you more every day.
When I think of all of the times that I've bled
I'm happy that I didn't die, and that I have lived for you instead.
Something Ugly and Something BeautifulThere was just me-Everything that I didSomething Ugly and Something Beautiful by Arsonyc
Everything that I was
Nothing else but all that I amAnd then there was something else-A crack of something
A smudge of something
Something else beneathAnd it grew-The something you introduced
Overwhelmed my everything
Revealing something newAnd it unveiled something ugly-But with every crack
And every smudge
You made it beautifulAnd then I understood.
ScavangersRotten carcass’ spread out on the field like a blanket of snowScavangers by Cerberuswarczenie
Time had taxed them heavily and the stench fills the air as well as the moans
Divided heavily upon the border slept deeply the exanimate Knights
And to the left slept the thieves who pillaged the night
Their corpses rotten and hollow
Scent so rotten , so repulsive that all the scavengers avoid the scene
Frozen in time and the Scavengers came and took flight
Serpents hissed in joy as they caught the sight
Crawling out of the cracks of the earth
The bugs came and preached in relevance
of the fresh and untainted flesh of the Knights
sweet and pure the hearts of knights
a great and perfect sacrifice
That the scavengers came to take a bite
But as they approached
In them grew a subtle fright
Some great and mighty stood yonder
So obscure it was but the power was there
Then from a distance came a voice
And there stood on the high olive branch
An unblemished dove
The scavengers hissed disgusted but afraid
With a single g
california boys feel like the sunshinemaybe this is the first time someone's written about the boycalifornia boys feel like the sunshine by Terrehbau5
that makes me feel like i'm worth something more than i give
myself credit for.
i hope so, regardless of whether or not he sees this, because if
anyone else finds it in them to describe their feelings about him
in verse, there will be a bar set
he gets a piece of me no one else has been so lucky to receive
without me forcing myself
"why don't you write one about me"
because my feelings for you are like tea that's been steeping for
30 seconds in cold water
and my feelings for him are intense and more genuine than i would
normally care to admit to myself and certainly stronger than i
normally care to admit to others
more to the point,
california boys feel like the sunshine.
late april and i've still got snow caked in my boots
though it all melted weeks ago.
i sleep with my bedroom window wide open,
a fan on high to drag the chill in by it's throat.
i'm used to being frozen
i like to keep it that way.
i put up a cold front, i do
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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