Poetry competition CLOSED 25th March 2012 2:44pm
WINNER
Lee
Lee
Seasons change
Poetry Contest Description
Read the passage below, create a story around it and tell it in a poem..
Sitting on the park bench, she pondered on what might have happened if everything had gone according to plans all those years ago. This was the same old bench she sat on then; watching the autumn leaves fall to the ground; in cascades at times and sometimes singly. She sighed and looked at the single stem of red rose she held on her hands. Why do people change, she thought.
Rules:
1. Write a poem no more than 200 words about the above.
2. Weave in one of the seasons in your poem
3. Apply your creativity and gift of story telling in your poem.
Rules:
1. Write a poem no more than 200 words about the above.
2. Weave in one of the seasons in your poem
3. Apply your creativity and gift of story telling in your poem.
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Thank you so much Literary Antiquity for participating.
Inviting all DUP members to join in the competition. Just a gentle reminder of the participating poem's requirement here.
"Read the passage below, create a story around it and tell it in a poem..
Sitting on the park bench, she pondered on what might have happened if everything had gone according to plans all those years ago. This was the same old bench she sat on then; watching the autumn leaves fall to the ground; in cascades at times and sometimes singly. She sighed and looked at the single stem of red rose she held on her hands. Why do people change, she thought.
Rules:
1. Write a poem no more than 200 words about the above.
2. Weave in one of the seasons in your poem
3. Apply your creativity and gift of story telling in your poem."
Thank You!!
Inviting all DUP members to join in the competition. Just a gentle reminder of the participating poem's requirement here.
"Read the passage below, create a story around it and tell it in a poem..
Sitting on the park bench, she pondered on what might have happened if everything had gone according to plans all those years ago. This was the same old bench she sat on then; watching the autumn leaves fall to the ground; in cascades at times and sometimes singly. She sighed and looked at the single stem of red rose she held on her hands. Why do people change, she thought.
Rules:
1. Write a poem no more than 200 words about the above.
2. Weave in one of the seasons in your poem
3. Apply your creativity and gift of story telling in your poem."
Thank You!!
Changed Disguise
This was a bench for weeping,
A bench that held sorrow and pain;
Past memories were with her,
A shadow to bind and contain.
Oft she came in the mornings,
Hoping to find some kind of joy,
But the slow passing of seasons
Reminded her what change can destroy.
The shower of bright yellows and oranges,
Only furthered her gloom,
As she remembered a time past,
When only love was consumed.
How many years had passed by,
Since he had changed his mind,
Since autumn had been uplifting,
Since fate had set a new design?
She looked down at the rose within her hand
And once again began to weep,
For she knew that this small symbol of love,
Would only briefly keep.
But then she stopped and truly looked
At the rose within her grasp,
And knew a thought never had before,
Of the pain within her past.
Could there be any life without change?
Or joys without experiencing pains?
Would spring burst into bloom,
Without winters frigid rains?
Maybe within her shadowed valley,
The dark had hidden a surprise,
And dwelling on her sorrow and losses,
Had thrown the gift in to disguise.
This was a bench for weeping,
A bench that held sorrow and pain;
Past memories were with her,
A shadow to bind and contain.
Oft she came in the mornings,
Hoping to find some kind of joy,
But the slow passing of seasons
Reminded her what change can destroy.
The shower of bright yellows and oranges,
Only furthered her gloom,
As she remembered a time past,
When only love was consumed.
How many years had passed by,
Since he had changed his mind,
Since autumn had been uplifting,
Since fate had set a new design?
She looked down at the rose within her hand
And once again began to weep,
For she knew that this small symbol of love,
Would only briefly keep.
But then she stopped and truly looked
At the rose within her grasp,
And knew a thought never had before,
Of the pain within her past.
Could there be any life without change?
Or joys without experiencing pains?
Would spring burst into bloom,
Without winters frigid rains?
Maybe within her shadowed valley,
The dark had hidden a surprise,
And dwelling on her sorrow and losses,
Had thrown the gift in to disguise.
ANOTHER LIFE
A tree may fall in the winter, summer spring and fall
but inbetween those seasons a tree begins to crawl
For far beyond one mans own dream can something so rare and bold
share its warmth and magic with mother nature to unfold
So inbetween time when every thing is so still, quiet and untouched
another chance, another go, another life unseen
so maybe this time we'll get it right even in a dream.....
A tree may fall in the winter, summer spring and fall
but inbetween those seasons a tree begins to crawl
For far beyond one mans own dream can something so rare and bold
share its warmth and magic with mother nature to unfold
So inbetween time when every thing is so still, quiet and untouched
another chance, another go, another life unseen
so maybe this time we'll get it right even in a dream.....
Anonymous
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Anonymous
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The Flavour Yellow
I will always remember
the July skies of crimson
shaded by a yellow flavour
that burst from a descending sun .
I will always remember
the summer haze
our sunny yesterdays
of echoing laughter
the flowers and rainbow rays
throughout sunshine days
that followed after .
I will never forget
the hillcrest nights
the bat flights
that twisted and circled
the far flung street lamps
and car head lights
that flickered as they twinkled .
I will always recall the nights
that would slowly fall .
The orange tinted
lunar disc
the fresh leaf air all minted
and brisk
these times pictured forever
in a photographic mind
unsevered
I will always remember
the July skies of crimson
shaded by a yellow flavour
that burst from a descending sun .
I will always remember
the summer haze
our sunny yesterdays
of echoing laughter
the flowers and rainbow rays
throughout sunshine days
that followed after .
I will never forget
the hillcrest nights
the bat flights
that twisted and circled
the far flung street lamps
and car head lights
that flickered as they twinkled .
I will always recall the nights
that would slowly fall .
The orange tinted
lunar disc
the fresh leaf air all minted
and brisk
these times pictured forever
in a photographic mind
unsevered
It no longer brought her sadness
Somehow she'd gotten used to the loneliness
But he came around
Out of the blues
Looking charming and true
And brought a new sense of happiness
Became her warmer in the winter
Everywhere she was he was with her
But on that fateful day
She came home and found the note
Lying on the bed wherein lastnight they had it hot
The message's clear,straight to the point and short
She couldn't believe she's back to this very spot
Lonely as ever before
And what was so strange to her
Was how people could suddenly change
Somehow she'd gotten used to the loneliness
But he came around
Out of the blues
Looking charming and true
And brought a new sense of happiness
Became her warmer in the winter
Everywhere she was he was with her
But on that fateful day
She came home and found the note
Lying on the bed wherein lastnight they had it hot
The message's clear,straight to the point and short
She couldn't believe she's back to this very spot
Lonely as ever before
And what was so strange to her
Was how people could suddenly change