Poetry competition CLOSED 9th March 2012 10:32pm
WINNER
diddi (Paul Summerscales)
diddi (Paul Summerscales)
RUNNER-UP:
skinnyjean
Misery's Miracles
Poetry Contest Description
What miracles can occur through miseries: what miracles can trigger miseries?
Ponder on the subject above, create a story around it and tell it in a poem.
Rule 1: Not more than 200 words
Rule 2: Two entries per participant
Rule 3: No examples: just your creativity in story-telling.
Sarah sat on the uncomfortable chair
Awaiting news of something she didn't quite understand
She turned six yesterday
Not like anyone noticed
Not since Mommy has been in the hospital
Not since Mommy had gone into "labor"
As Daddy called it
Daddy tried to pay attention to Sarah
But Mommy was having problems
The baby won't come out
Sarah is scared
Sarah is confused
Ever since Mommy's tummy got bigger
No one has paid attention to Sarah
Sarah is jealous
Jealous of the brother or sister she doesn't have
Or might not have
Then Daddy comes out
The baby finally came
Sarah slowly walks in
Daddy immediately leaves her to walk to Mommy
Mommy and Daddy have tears in there eyes
So does Sarah
But unlike Mommy and Daddy
Sarah isn't smiling
Awaiting news of something she didn't quite understand
She turned six yesterday
Not like anyone noticed
Not since Mommy has been in the hospital
Not since Mommy had gone into "labor"
As Daddy called it
Daddy tried to pay attention to Sarah
But Mommy was having problems
The baby won't come out
Sarah is scared
Sarah is confused
Ever since Mommy's tummy got bigger
No one has paid attention to Sarah
Sarah is jealous
Jealous of the brother or sister she doesn't have
Or might not have
Then Daddy comes out
The baby finally came
Sarah slowly walks in
Daddy immediately leaves her to walk to Mommy
Mommy and Daddy have tears in there eyes
So does Sarah
But unlike Mommy and Daddy
Sarah isn't smiling
I Got The Best From You
Two people in a room
shaped like a square ,
pale orange is the tune
although their not in there
so easy I was fooled
to think they were a pair
plastic was the spoon
it turned a sweet nightmare .
Chocolate cups
air fresheners
rocking in a pot
of kicked down doors
a cockroach in a cot
and painted floors
times gone but not forgot
inside four walls .
A longed for , new life shot
scrapyard , backyard
parking lot
where you two
did sit and rot
in a rusty old robot
I was there was I not
you were scared
and he blew pot
tempers flared
and blared red hot
unknown I cared
for the cradle he rocked .
I did all I could for you
the years , they have flew
the tears
have pressed
print blue ,
you broke my heart
and apart
we grew .
You gave more
no less
three kids are all
of the best
so I have to express
my thanks to you
in excess .
Two people in a room
shaped like a square ,
pale orange is the tune
although their not in there
so easy I was fooled
to think they were a pair
plastic was the spoon
it turned a sweet nightmare .
Chocolate cups
air fresheners
rocking in a pot
of kicked down doors
a cockroach in a cot
and painted floors
times gone but not forgot
inside four walls .
A longed for , new life shot
scrapyard , backyard
parking lot
where you two
did sit and rot
in a rusty old robot
I was there was I not
you were scared
and he blew pot
tempers flared
and blared red hot
unknown I cared
for the cradle he rocked .
I did all I could for you
the years , they have flew
the tears
have pressed
print blue ,
you broke my heart
and apart
we grew .
You gave more
no less
three kids are all
of the best
so I have to express
my thanks to you
in excess .
I know a young girl
She was only 16
The air that she breathed
Made the room fill with ease
But a boy of 16
Was attacked by a man
With the knife in his hand
The girl took a stand
She jumped in the middle
And got killed on the spot
Then the park full of witnesses
All cried in shock
As she laid in the grass
looked towards her attacker
Tears in her eyes
With her last breaths
Asked the the stricken man
To forgive her for acting
"I'm sorry i did that"
Was the first words she said
"I hope you'll forgive me..."
And then... She was dead.
From that point I'll always remember
That one girl's action changed my life forever
To live with such love
Forgiving with real care
Just that moment with her
Proved true love beats despair
She was only 16
The air that she breathed
Made the room fill with ease
But a boy of 16
Was attacked by a man
With the knife in his hand
The girl took a stand
She jumped in the middle
And got killed on the spot
Then the park full of witnesses
All cried in shock
As she laid in the grass
looked towards her attacker
Tears in her eyes
With her last breaths
Asked the the stricken man
To forgive her for acting
"I'm sorry i did that"
Was the first words she said
"I hope you'll forgive me..."
And then... She was dead.
From that point I'll always remember
That one girl's action changed my life forever
To live with such love
Forgiving with real care
Just that moment with her
Proved true love beats despair
Her Victory: An After-effect of His Lust
Lust was the driving force,
Love, I am sure, took a back seat.
Lust steered the desires in him,
Losing self-control, seduced her into it.
She resisted, wanted to say no.
She loved him, wanted him to be by her side.
Still she refused, he went away.
She cried in grief, he didn't bother.
She struggled with the past memories,
He knew the extent of her love.
He tortured her, tormented her.
But at last came back.
Happy was she, her love won him finally.
They stayed together and built a paradise,
Until one day, he craved for it again.
She loved him, didn't want to lose her love.
She gave in, consented bodily.
But, the mind refused.
He saw the divide perhaps,
And walked away again.
The wheel of fortune turned.
She didn't cry, she didn't regret.
Just felt bad. Made a decision.
To climb high. Struggled, labored.
Success came with the strong will.
Past was forgotten, when she climbed the golden hill.
He saw her. Much ached his heart.
He called her, but she had united with her Prince.
He was envious, she was free.
He was desperate, but she went further up the ladder.
Success was her Prince now.
And he a villain. She threw his pride and emerged victorious.
Thank you for giving me life
A baby born
A mother broken, down in tears
A mother mourns
A baby gone, forever
Taking it's first
Look to the world
Taking it home with you
In a jar
Feeling a tear fall
As it's hugged to your chest
Letting a tear fall
As you lay it to rest
Fingernails so tiny,
So perfect, so worth it
Sacrifices you made
Were they selfish? Was it worth it?
Grandmothers, grandfathers,
It's aunties all around
You’re drenched in your own guilt
And you deal with it alone
Nurses they swear that,
You did just so well
You can't feel inside that little something,
Because you never wanted the fall
The newborn looks up to you,
Through dark hue shaded eyes
You look to your stomach,
Flat and unnerving will not suffice
They want to take it to check it,
But you want it to stay
You need to hide in your room,
And cry for the day
Remembering the love,
That created this life
Letting something you made, with such love
Die
Misery or miracle, too beautiful
To risk it
Misery or miracle, too heartless
To feel a thing
A baby born
A mother broken, down in tears
A mother mourns
A baby gone, forever
Taking it's first
Look to the world
Taking it home with you
In a jar
Feeling a tear fall
As it's hugged to your chest
Letting a tear fall
As you lay it to rest
Fingernails so tiny,
So perfect, so worth it
Sacrifices you made
Were they selfish? Was it worth it?
Grandmothers, grandfathers,
It's aunties all around
You’re drenched in your own guilt
And you deal with it alone
Nurses they swear that,
You did just so well
You can't feel inside that little something,
Because you never wanted the fall
The newborn looks up to you,
Through dark hue shaded eyes
You look to your stomach,
Flat and unnerving will not suffice
They want to take it to check it,
But you want it to stay
You need to hide in your room,
And cry for the day
Remembering the love,
That created this life
Letting something you made, with such love
Die
Misery or miracle, too beautiful
To risk it
Misery or miracle, too heartless
To feel a thing
Anonymous
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The lost miracle
No way am I gonna get through this one.
I cut it too close this time.
I'm out.
My time's up.
I've been shot, right in the chest,
and it feels like its been ages since I've been alive.
The crowds gather, people are in shock,
whispers all around, tears share it's sound.
Tears? No way... More like smugs...
They all want me dead.
All the trouble I've caused, I knew this was inevitable.
The assassination of me.
Congratulations ME,
You got your ticket out of here.
But wait, Why am I feeling better?
I'm not high or drunk, so why?
The lights go down, black is all I see,
the cheers have faded, silence befalls me.
The spotlight is a drug, hypnotizing and energizing.
But when the calm settles.
I awaken.
I found my chance, my ball of clay,
time to mold it into whatever I may.
Wake up sleepy head, you're dreaming again.
This life's a drag, I'd be better off in hell.
So much pain, so much sacrifice,
empty hands filled with dust in the end.
Where is my happy ending?
Oh wait! There ain't no such thing.
Its all, suffer and die you pathetic little being.
I wish one day I go to sleep,
and wake up to find that I've earned my keep.
I'm not worthy, not of the worst, never the best.
Dreams of a foolish beggar, now laid to rest.
No way am I gonna get through this one.
I cut it too close this time.
I'm out.
My time's up.
I've been shot, right in the chest,
and it feels like its been ages since I've been alive.
The crowds gather, people are in shock,
whispers all around, tears share it's sound.
Tears? No way... More like smugs...
They all want me dead.
All the trouble I've caused, I knew this was inevitable.
The assassination of me.
Congratulations ME,
You got your ticket out of here.
But wait, Why am I feeling better?
I'm not high or drunk, so why?
The lights go down, black is all I see,
the cheers have faded, silence befalls me.
The spotlight is a drug, hypnotizing and energizing.
But when the calm settles.
I awaken.
I found my chance, my ball of clay,
time to mold it into whatever I may.
Wake up sleepy head, you're dreaming again.
This life's a drag, I'd be better off in hell.
So much pain, so much sacrifice,
empty hands filled with dust in the end.
Where is my happy ending?
Oh wait! There ain't no such thing.
Its all, suffer and die you pathetic little being.
I wish one day I go to sleep,
and wake up to find that I've earned my keep.
I'm not worthy, not of the worst, never the best.
Dreams of a foolish beggar, now laid to rest.