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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.
Leaving A Youthful RedA peek at you,Leaving A Youthful Red by HanOneSail
Whispering to myself to thyself.
It is all my soul needs to repeat this evolving cycle.
By whatever means even if my health runs amuck.
Sometimes before an unholy hour,
I gear a dose of some medication;
Other times a few hundred minutes after.
Farfetched as I seem, I would off a leak in consideration.
Passive-aggressive or not there comes times long as ever.
Such as ones when I haven’t a blink until the morning crow.
The rooster less alarming then the feline tugging at my mouth in a fever.
Metabolism not what it should be even though I’m young of life’s flow.
It may sound like child’s play,
But with every mind involved,
There is always room for a subliminal ploy.
Written in pitch dark ink found aimlessly.
Neither black or white does it stain.
Tethering realms of the bold and the clear.
Amusement enjoyed and left without cherish by a late train.
Nuances securing personal tides spilling out more than clever.
Mystical arrays of moisture locked floati
Follow The SunThere is no light stronger than the Sun.Follow The Sun by DraganTheMighty
Follow The Sun
and no shadow of yours will ever catch you.
Be Careful What You Wish ForI shall seek out the "perfect woman"—Be Careful What You Wish For by Neo128
She who far exceeds the norm;
A divine feminine incarnation;
A goddess in face and form.
The image I envision
Is transcendent in every respect;
Her stunning appearance is only surpassed
By her towering intellect.
She’ll be spirited, modest, carnal, demure,
Artistic, logical, brave—
And any who try to misuse her will find
They've gained far more grief than they gave.
Preparing to launch my determined quest,
One small hiccup I do foresee—
Should I find such a “Juno-come-to-Earth”
—What the hell would she want with me?
You Were Annie WrightYou had her handsYou Were Annie Wright by Gay-Mountain
curled in your lap, keeping them
away from me.
They had pushed a tube
through my throat to stop the buildup
But the moon was in another country,
picking the Earth. Knowing
about Spring. He wandered everywhere,
wanting to know
and behind him, animals
began to enjoy the darkness,
sending a forest of moths
and other new creatures up
to wash the face of the moon. The sky
was terrible. I gave up
your name. For so long,
Earlier, when he came,
you washed your palms in the light. Ruining them
with colour. He lifted your lifeline
out into the air.
Your eyes broke like emeralds. For so long,
I thought that I would die.
I imagined that,
elsewhere, two Buckeye trees
stood near to each other, singing
two slow songs from the Earth.
And there was Spring.
How the Wind Worksi sometimes forgetHow the Wind Works by BlackBowfin
how the wind works
in a place like this,
how all but the consequence
of its movement
and mood, pass
so invisibly, by us
i forget the subtleties
of how a bird can cling to a reed
and bob furiously
stick puppet mad
by barely adjusting
to the wave rhythmic whisper
of a headwind song
i forget how a bird, outstretched
can lift, hang
and disappear into
the blind orange hole above us
just as invisibly as we fade
into our remembered morning
and i forget
how a wind like this
can fold a man into a bird,
how its bend whistles through reeds
sings for those who remember
a time before us
a time before we
broke our birds into memory
The Creatures You'll Fear (glow in the dark )If you can read this letter, i hope it's not too late. This is the only safe way i could think of to communicate. Your situations' grave, but you and the others can be saved if you just open up your ears, take head what i have to say. You might of found this underneath your chin when you woke up today, read to you by someone else, or lying on a stack of hay.The Creatures You'll Fear (glow in the dark ) by glowinthedarkart
Either way, i hope you're miles away, and so are all your friends. Hope you made it through that river, all that grass, and past the fence. Made a new life somewhere better, saved your tails and kept your skins. Found a place where you can freely roam about and spread your wings. If you can make it to the other side, you'll find the grass is greener, you'll have nothing here to fear, for any reason, any winter.
First, let me tell you what i've seen. Just have an open mind and read. Please listen to my story, i promise it will not mislead. You've been deceived. Who knows what lies they've told you, or what you believe. It must be so
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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