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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 *TheFinalHikari
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 Moonlit ForestThe Winter SolsticeThe Moonlit Forest by ~AsakoBunny
Silent and dark
Only lit by the full moon
Becoming a forest of silver
There’s a break in the silver forest
The pale light turns to gold
By the hands of the village ahead
Dressed in a Festival of Lights
A light of cheer in the dark, silent night
Trying to HuntThere was a tear sometime into winterTrying to Hunt by *Canis44
It was deep onyx and browbeaten
Bleeding murk that grayed the snow,
In an unknown portion of the cedars;
Cold filled the sandwich up with slime.
“Time” said Rex, “the seer of all things
has found you out.” (Trudging went the boots)
Winter looked soft but wetly it chaffed, it made
One’s feet miserable; the gun kept slipping
And the jacket decided to forgo its warmth.
There was no grand effulgence amongst the Ether,
There was no “I” in the clouds; what was one hunting?
Geese they flew in an echelon that burned in white
Every year feeling it out, knowing better; ‘they must feel
Love? They bond for life;’ no “I” was in the cloud.
Horrible is a truth that one can find, reflected in
A swath of nature, there is no help in the hollows
Or the brooks, no solace when blood is in one’s ears
Consciousness buzzed along, and breath labored;
One listened to the heartbeat atop the clinkin
three's a crowd.i was married to the thoughtthree's a crowd. by =setmyworldintomotion
of separation long before
i flirted, & became caught,
with ideas of right & wrong
& afore i danced to my own song,
down the line of who i am
& who i wanted to be.
what's normality but routine,
& who's to judge
what they've not seen
inside the home constructed
from the labour of
tremoring muscles of morality,
atrophying at the mere suggestion
of surgery, & resembling
a cheated representation
i protected your secrets
from the cancerous spread
of shame, yet i allowed
it to consume me &
that i couldn't keep myself
from the grasps of your toxicity.
if children are a map
of their parents, then i am,
in essence, the child of the devil,
hoping for a miracle
so she can say the word
i so desperately crave, & i know that
actions speak louder than words
but love is blind & hate may be deaf,
but at least it's clear to see reason.
maybe silence isn't quite so golden
& maybe my actions could be spoken
as i pray her days cease feeling
self-portrait.girl, yet a womanself-portrait. by =setmyworldintomotion
composed of love, coffee, growth -
a mind that wanders.
My HeavenMy heaven lostMy Heaven by ~Killio01
My soul damned to wander
Searching for my heaven on earth
My wings burning
My tears flow slowly
The pain of the loss still fresh
My halo shattered into a thousand pieces
My heaven hidden
Those lips I once knew and kissed lost
That smile that I fell in love with gone
Your soul taken too early
My heaven, I miss you...
All the things I love and missThe sound of your heartbeatAll the things I love and miss by ~Killio01
The sound of a waterfall as we lay under the stars
The sound of your laughter
The gentle caress of a hand upon my skin
The smile even brighter than the rising sun
The tight loving embrace of you
The gentle press of lips upon my own
The short arguments that ended in kissing
The love that drove and lifted me up and beyond
The piercing yet gentle eyes of green
The whispered words in the middle of the night
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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