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Poem Writing Competition
Post your own poem. The closing date is: 2nd February. Their will be a poll then to see who got the most votes for their poem. Here's mine:
[B]It[/B] I. It is what we fear It is very near It is everywhere It is now here II. It is what we hate It is not our mate No, it’s too late! It’s decided our fate III. It shall kill It shall murder A place in hell For you it shall order IV. The end is coming We’re all going to die Useless is the tears That you will cry V. For it is coming There’s nowhere to hide With its army of demons There’s no point to fight VI. It is coming We’re all going to die The world on fire Heaven a lie VII. It can be joy It can be peace It can make The murder cease VIII. It can be darkness It can be light The two of the enemies Fight and fight IX. The war is over There’s nothing to fear Towns and cities It shall repair X. The earth is fixed The clock now ticks And to the devil To hell you pr*ck! |
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Chances are that I won't be able to take part in this...my internet at home is ****ed atm, and I'm on a public computer right now...meh...may the best poet win I guess.
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Lol.......... Uh poem....... Let's see....... Try this:
Alone sat Jane on a filthy seat, Feeding her Cat old Pig Meat. A sound suddenly emerged from the Living Room, She got really scared and picked up her broom. She headed for the dark room, Hoping not to meet her doom. She entered the room and could barely see, Her scared nature sickens me. She heard another noice. Much louder than before, She threw on some clothes and ran for the door. This was scaring her right to the core, But then she noticed something warm on the floor. Suddenly she filled with fright, Something was in her house tonight. She flicked on the light and the room lit, And to her horror...... She'd stepped in sh*t. By the way, there is already a thread for poetry, so don't be surprised if this one gets Closed. Thanks, HRBEK.
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Last edited by HRBEK; 01-29-2006 at 01:09 AM.. |
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But this is a competition for poems.. That was good anyway
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There are many poems that use 2 line format like that. Just saying......... Yeah you're probably right about the point of this being a competition. It might not get Closed.
Thanks, HRBEK.
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Last edited by HRBEK; 01-28-2006 at 11:07 PM.. |
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I dunno of any poems right now. However, if I can make one up, then I'll enter.
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Hey guys.
just gonna put up a poem here that i'm supposed to be submitting for a state level competition for the age group of 14-18. i did put up an earlier thread. tho i have absolutely no idea what happened to it. heh. xD ![]() ah well. here it is: lemme know what you think of it k? Under The Apple Tree Whiling away time, Away from the biting chill, Away from the vulgarity of falseness, Away from the world, For just a few minutes, Right under the apple tree. Sitting there in the shade, Away from the mindless chatter, Away from the bling and the bang, Away from the world, For just a few minutes, Right under the apple tree. Throwing pebbles into the pond, Away from the stench of power, Away from the sebaceous glands of money, Away from the world, For just a few minutes, Right under the apple tree. Singing happy songs to myself, Away from the pressures of adolescence, Away from the expectations from adulthood, Away from the world, For just a few minutes, Right under the apple tree. Falling off to sweet sleep, Away from the ***ual politics, Away from the eve-teasing, Away from the world, For just a few minutes, Right under the apple tree. Dreaming of sunshine and rainbows, Away from the realization of rejection, Away from the stab in the back, Away from the world, For just a few minutes, Right under the apple tree. Waking up to your face in my mind, Away from knowing you won't love me, Away from still hoping you will, Away from the world, For just a few minutes, Right under the apple tree. Walking back to blend in the crowd, Back to being one of them, Back to being a part of the world, Away from the apple tree, For today, tomorrow, forever.
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