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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!
Follow Me DownGrand crayon daydream coloring chaos.Follow Me Down by BackShelfSouvenir
Dry scapegoat landscape in an empty herd bottleneck effect.
Charge the villagers pennies, wine, and cotton candy as communal giving
to witness as one disgruntled red handed villain picks apart my ribs.
At full harvest moon I heard the vultures will be circling,
purging on my hung caress by high noon.
Second coming tsunami Kraken shedding tears.
I was up all night, with a bruised chest and rusty nails,
boarding up my bedroom window to block the storm
coming from my nightmare.
gamesIf all the wars aregames by Biasanti
fought in my mind,
your eyes are
the only refuge I find.
And oh, I am not afraid
to die here,
but I'll be damned if I go on
by the firelight
for too long.
The world is changing,
wars are raging,
and I've found something
better to do
than singing useless songs
and drinking mead
better off for the skeletons.
MonochromeMonochrome by 19andMugsy
As darkness falls and the silver moon rises,
everything's black and white on the horizon.
I see the classic beauty of Myrna Loy
walking these streets of 2014.
It's like I've been taken back in time,
by means of some time machine.
I move to its rhythm
without a rhyme on my tongue.
While white snow flakes fall from above,
I say to myself, in the dark,
"This must be a dream, it's falling apart."
But even a dream - is an experience,
not just mere observation.
And the clock is still ticking,
though times have changed.
The moon of her face is glowing and
her eyelids are batting in front of me,
her skin looks softer than a babies,
but she looks like an Egyptian queen.
If this is a dream...
I'm calling it - night,
and her - mine,
for she's just right in my eyes.
UntitledI do not have the love to write,Untitled by Canis44
Like Neruda amongst the pines,
With passions above his head,
Yeats’ fine cloth of sky--prostrate,
Those dreams onto the goddess of death;
A muse, of outer-esoteric regard,
Joyful in the solitary light of the Western star
Where the thrush slits his throat on life
Killing all good portents, in cold sobriety.
Beneath the sod, images O death, images!
And again and again, the dirge pouring as from
An artery, forced down below the sod
In the self, harsh adjacent self-the song
Like the thrush in the pines gurgling out;
She: “Whitman’s flowers will not fall from another’s hand.”
She: “Do not be sad; let the delusion of togetherness fall instead.”
new earththere are so many holes in thisnew earth by FallingAsleepTonight
Tyler and I chased an invisible rabbit
too white for the snow
for the wind.
motes of fire.
holes beneath a construction trailer
and holes underneath
laugh at the sounds of the burning of your lungs.
Josh and I waited in a ragged tent, an apartment.
wet, dirty dishes
holes in the sink
the smell of dead leaves.
black drippings of snow
submerged themselves in a concrete deck
broken sliding glass door.
what is it called when the trees turn to stone?
smoke in a sealed place
dancing like we never did.
Jason and I hunched over the swings
outside an abandoned elementary school.
empty parking lot-
snow replaced with concrete.
in a paper thin sky.
you do not deserve this happiness.
colors without names
Stephanie and I locking the doors
from inside my apartment.
concrete replaced with rain.
cinnamon, chicken, cranberry juice
blankets bunched on top the couch
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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