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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!
The PorchYou sit in the twilight of a lifeThe Porch by bupaje
that is yet in the late afternoon.
The darkness you fear
are but shadows
cast by late summer clouds.
The wheeling ravens
you imagine ...
Only brittle leaves
blowing in a steady breeze.
Do not depart
the pleasant porch
sooner than you must.
The falling sun
will paint the sky
unseen at midday.
you are not her keeperwhat did i doyou are not her keeper by wei-en
what did i do
what did (you) do,
what did i do what did i do
what did i do –
why didn’t you tell me
why do you think i don’t care
do you think i don’t care?
(theres nothing wrong with you hes an asshole)
what did i do that made
you skip telling me that
important part about him
why are you answering my messages
if you are hiding things from me
i can help you
(is that why? do you think I cant
i can make things better
why are you like this
(is it my fault? its my fault
isnt it i was wrong i didnt care
enough i didn’t help at all did i
i did something wrong if you never
tell me these things how am i
supposed to fix them)
(what did i do)
Love Letter to the Full MoonWill you let me drink you in this soft spring nightLove Letter to the Full Moon by WolfxButterfly
like a paper cup of cool water to wash my face with
and run through my hands, clean as warm cotton,
or a butterfly burst fresh from its chrysalis?
Will you let me be your new beginning like an open book
and a new voice, one that makes you shimmer
with the street lamps and fireflies blinking messages
telling you you’re a convergence of worlds?
Will you let me gently bring you down, seduce you
with words on paper fans and feather kisses,
or will you politely decline and simply be the light,
friendly and powerful, that serves to guide me home?
RidaYou said your nameRida by Scarlettletters
was Rita with a "d"
and let me blunder
my way through you.
You said I had charm
(and finesse was for amateurs)
I liked how you were a ladder,
how you could speak
in any accent you wanted;
you liked when I
did not change the sheets
or tie my hair back,
You had dropped
out of art school
where your father
still thought you were a virgin,
and I was bussing tables
on St. Charles.
We lived all that summer
in one room
and a kitchen.
You would fry plantains
and we would wash them down
with purple haze,
watching the musicians
silhouette their souls
against the sky.
you would tell fortunes
in Jackson Square
and men would pay
just to watch your copper hair
spill out their future
across the cards.
The city had never
seemed so clean
so fragrant with rain
and the daze of hibiscus
rioting in the courtyard
followed us in our sleep.
But autumn came too soon,
hooded in chill -
its mood ugly and resentful.
I watched you deadhead someone's roses
in the yard -
A series of unfortunatly related haikusBis, something is wrong.A series of unfortunatly related haikus by Evalayen
No, it is all in my head.
Silent plea, "please speak."
As the case may be,
not good enough to be loved
...not like a sweetheart
I prefer to burn,
rather than question, myself
rational or not.
is granted to those worthy,
my old quandary.
One minute too late,
and three hours for comfort.
Good night my dear sire.
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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