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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!
The UniverseWhen I was younger my father told me I was his universeThe Universe by gonegal
and he complimented my flaws
and even when I cried he’d say that my tears
were comet streaked skies.
So when my feet wouldn’t stop me running away
through the mist and moonlight the never ending
misery, my feet would trip and nebulas would form
on my knees and comets ran over my face
scratching away at the freckles I held as inverted
stars and shone and screamed from my face
as the starlight in my eyes would light the way.
I held dear to me everything he called me.
I lay there, my fingers curling into the dirt
and grass, brittle boned and and scar mapped,
my chest heaving like the hull of an old
sinking ship, the treasure in my chest
guarded by gunpowder in my lungs that
burnt and choked my throat when I ran.
for this heart was not made of gold
it was only a protective coat
my intentions are unclean and selfish
in wanting his preservation
so when the coating buckled the rust prevailed
and the crown and throne shone emp
Dwindling LightI often over look the detailsDwindling Light by CuriouslyAlone
To the wrongs of my words,
How I act
What I should try to be,
Even though I am not.
A false identity
Slowly covers my body,
From the influences of the
Shadows that surround me,
On a daily basis of life.
Its a sludge so thick,
My lungs choke
And gasp for a release
From a prison that is
The fading facade of my
Mind which slowly dwindles
As the passage of time goes on.
Perhaps my own self is plotting against
The persona I have that is unique to me,
Telling me what I am or do is unjust
And wrong in the world that I encompass,
Maybe my head is too big for me
Looking over the details of what my
Conscious is already doing.
The shadowy figures in the distance
Plotting to change my appearance and self
With their smiles and grins,
So defined and rigid i'm
Surprised the skin doesn't rip
And they start to bleed.
All of this falling upon my shoulders
As if I had a backbone of god,
Maybe I don't and they will eventually
See that even the happiest of people
Fall from the
Mommy loved...Alright, we're going to go visit Mommy.Mommy loved... by Everlasting90
Why are we going?
Because it would mean a lot to her. She loved you.
No, she didn't.
How can you say that?
Because it's true. If she loved us, she wouldn't have left us.
That's not fair. She had a problem. She tried to give it up.
But she didn't. She loved the pills more than us. That's why she left.
Sad love and a wish I heard her sniffles;Sad love and a wish by FluffyAndSweet
She tried to hold back,
But I could still hear her
And it made me sad.
Why did she cry?
I didn't want to ask,
Because I knew if I do,
She would only get mad.
I wonder if their love
Has faded away over the years
And now I'm really scared
Whenever they fight.
I knew they often fought
About me being useless,
But now they fight with each other.
Why? I don't know.
I once was really worried
When she had a breakdown;
I couldn't find her in the house,
But she only went out with the dog.
I thought I acted foolish
While others said I didn't
And what I showed with this
Was just how much I care for her.
I often think what would happen,
If their fights go out of control,
Will our family be split into two?
Or will everything be harmonic
Like it was before?
I wonder if their love
Can still be repaired,
And if so, I truly wish
That they could be happy once more.
Where And WhenWhere And WhenWhere And When by BenHammonds
oh where does this old road of life lead us
down what canyons of the emotion and mind
where the shadows crowd over our heads
and the purple sunset lays far out of reach
the song of the night birds singing in chorus
bring life to the stars that sparkle and shine
above our existence do they live upon high
reflecting back to us their bright images
as the song of the night comes in notes
minor chords strummed on old guitar strings
a feeling so subdued ringing within our hearts
hope is our only destination at these times
a chance to see the sun and to feel it's warmth
does the road lead us to hope or to the lack of it
and when will we ever know the difference
when may we cast our eyes onto a new freshness
morning glowing in the valley below this canyon
this canyon wherein we must endure and toil
let us cast off our shackles and free our hearts
follow the roiling river down through this canyon
and find that beautiful valley awaiting us all
ChangeTired of complaining,Change by wolfgirl2403
Tired of wishing for something to change.
Sick of the depression,
Sick of the hopelessness.
Be the change you want to see,
Take the actions to change.
Life is harsh,
Life is unforgiving,
But you can still fight.
Struggle until you win,
Struggle until you lose.
But don’t sit and wait,
Don’t lie down and complain.
Change until you can no longer complain.
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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