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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.
NasturtiumNasturtiumNasturtium by Phisisturae
Reaching curling tumbling
Round green bowls cup grace, resting place for perfect eyes
Pushing dipping reddening
Very, Very GoodIt was Mother's Day, 2010.Very, Very Good by TheFlawedOne
The sun rose early
light fluffy clouds punctured
the crystal blue skies.
Sloppy pancakes made
by a pigtailed, freckled girl.
The girl had big blue eyes
with gold spots dancing.
The little girl was named
Molly. She was her momma's
pride and joy, always ready
for a hug and kiss.
I love you to the moon and back.
All day mother and daughter played
With her stuffed kitty, and blowing bubbles
coloring and Molly was exhausted.
Little Molly takes a nap so they can go for dinner.
Daddy came home while
Molly was sleeping.
He took his lovely young wife
in his arms and gave his love a box of chocolates.
Momma gulped them down and woke
Molly to give her share.
Daddy said it's time for dinner!
And so, with that they left.
At the best steak house in the city
They ordered twin dinners
while Molly had chicken tenders and fries
Soon though momma and Molly started to feel ill.
Molly complained of a tummy ache
And Momma echoed her in pain.
Daddy said let's get my
How I Came To BeiHow I Came To Be by TheFlawedOne
there was a poet,
except she really wasn't
she knew how to throw
around words against
dusty wooden floor
but she knew she shouldn't
late at night she toiled
words bouncing in her mind
but make sense? she couldn't
she saw pictures in her imagination
tried to put them into words
but she would shut down
she grew ever so distressed
when she put pen to paper
trying to compose words of love
but they wouldn't come
she spoke of hearts, love, longing
but she simply couldn't
something started stirring in her mind
teasing her brain, tickling her intellect
words began to torture her
floating in front of her eyes.
she wanted to write of pain
torture, suicide, murder
but that's unladylike
so she knew she wouldn't
fire flew inside her eyes
screaming in her ears,
children crying before her
men smacking in front of wives
she knew the only way to stop
this to write this down.
finally, she sat at
DefinitionAs I sit here, in this twelve PM class,Definition by Miistical
I wonder what it is like at your home,
so silent now.
When I loop my "y"s and dot my "i"s,
notes filling my page, my mind wanders
everywhere and nowhere.
In this room, others like me bursting at the
seams, I am sure I am the only one who thinks:
"You are not evil."
Not in this hallowed hall - with this criminal now
playing for fellow law students. Fellows, yet not.
Friends, yet not.
And so I write down not just their actions,
their heists, the deaths they collected along the way,
but also -
"Define evil: the lack of remorse in which one
harms another. Define good: the lack of malice
Then, only then, do I look back to you; with your
deadly sins written for us to judge and to all,
at once, say guilty.
I see you, you criminal on death row, I see you.
How you held your dead mother, your now-dead lover,
your sweet dead, dead son.
As you pressed your lips to trembling, elderly hands,
hands that reached for you as you blessed their lives
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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