Poetry competition CLOSED 5th July 2013 11:29pm
WINNER
jaspersilence (killstrangerkill)
jaspersilence (killstrangerkill)
RUNNER-UP:
EngrVV
Abandoned Amusement Park
Poetry Contest Description
You've come across an amusement park abandoned many years ago and stop to explore.
What does it look like, all decrepit? What do you do while you are there? How does it make you feel? Any sounds or just the wind? What do you think it was like in it's heyday? --some questions to give you ideas.
Two weeks, no collabs, one entry per person, any style poem but not so long that DU needs to buy more bandwidth ! Enjoy!
Two weeks, no collabs, one entry per person, any style poem but not so long that DU needs to buy more bandwidth ! Enjoy!
REMEMBER
Residual energy echos past laughter,
and paints rapid shadows on cracked cement.
Overgrown carousels,with faded creatures,
forever mocked with the inability to move.
Yet they still wear eerie smiles under
the seasons dust.
Winding structures loom against the sky.
Structures designed to drop hearts,
and carry one,on a short,memorable ride into fear.
The homes of birds,dangle high midst the empty cars.
Tattered prizes of stuffed animals,hang from chains
inside small booths.
The wind rattles swaying signs reading,
"You must be this tall to ride."
I compare my height to the cartoon man
holding up his hand.
I feel the smiles and excitement drenching
the atmosphere.
I think of all the overcome fears,
and awkward first dates that once filled
this small area.
They are all but creaking memories,
left for a soul like me to ponder.
Residual energy echos past laughter,
and paints rapid shadows on cracked cement.
Overgrown carousels,with faded creatures,
forever mocked with the inability to move.
Yet they still wear eerie smiles under
the seasons dust.
Winding structures loom against the sky.
Structures designed to drop hearts,
and carry one,on a short,memorable ride into fear.
The homes of birds,dangle high midst the empty cars.
Tattered prizes of stuffed animals,hang from chains
inside small booths.
The wind rattles swaying signs reading,
"You must be this tall to ride."
I compare my height to the cartoon man
holding up his hand.
I feel the smiles and excitement drenching
the atmosphere.
I think of all the overcome fears,
and awkward first dates that once filled
this small area.
They are all but creaking memories,
left for a soul like me to ponder.
Anonymous
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Dreams
A tent flaps and waves,
Covering a skeleton of games.
Yellows and reds once bright,
Forgoten, frayed, losing light.
A creak of pain
Screams the old rides.
To long left to rust,
A plauge of brown-
To spread is to die.
A sound echos through the maze,
Of lonely, twisted hopes.
The winds sound earily of laughter,
As if the park can dream.
In dreams, become reality.
Reality, a forgoten nightmare.
A tent flaps and waves,
Covering a skeleton of games.
Yellows and reds once bright,
Forgoten, frayed, losing light.
A creak of pain
Screams the old rides.
To long left to rust,
A plauge of brown-
To spread is to die.
A sound echos through the maze,
Of lonely, twisted hopes.
The winds sound earily of laughter,
As if the park can dream.
In dreams, become reality.
Reality, a forgoten nightmare.
Anonymous
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Tangled and tattered
Twisted and torn
Childhood memories
Lost in the storms
Disheveled rides abound
The hollow walls sound
The faint echos of cheer
Can be heard crystal clear
Dark and dismal
Disheveled and dreadful
Memories are lost
And the children's dreams end.
Twisted and torn
Childhood memories
Lost in the storms
Disheveled rides abound
The hollow walls sound
The faint echos of cheer
Can be heard crystal clear
Dark and dismal
Disheveled and dreadful
Memories are lost
And the children's dreams end.
dead park
shadows swarm from this once alive park
voices echo of the fun and laugther
im loosing my mind here
i can see the accident on the ferris wheel
smell the fire as the power box sets it all ablaze
hear the screams of the children being burned alive
feels the sadness of their souls
i see their ghosts everywhere
all gathered around the ash covered park
crying and screaming
running out of the mazes and stands
i run away as fast as i can
lock the old rusted fence
thats the last time i ever saw the dead park
shadows swarm from this once alive park
voices echo of the fun and laugther
im loosing my mind here
i can see the accident on the ferris wheel
smell the fire as the power box sets it all ablaze
hear the screams of the children being burned alive
feels the sadness of their souls
i see their ghosts everywhere
all gathered around the ash covered park
crying and screaming
running out of the mazes and stands
i run away as fast as i can
lock the old rusted fence
thats the last time i ever saw the dead park
All deceit and lies
the winds whistle blows,
time surely flies,
and only time knows.
Dreams live on they say,
but dreams will die if lost,
so find your happy times or they
are overgrown with moss.
I walk along these times to see
that everything I knew, is gone.
No longer is what I used to be,
no longer is, what I have known.
Children's laughter from far away,
what did time do to me?
I need to go but want to stay
and bring life to this old me.
Anonymous
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Rollercoaster: a monster?
http://www.thecoastercritic.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/ZydecoScream-Six-Flags-New-Orleans-300x198.jpg
Unison laughter filled the fragrant air
one summer – the weather was fair
Suddenly there was a cracking,
then a creaking… and smashing sounds
Bodies flying everywhere,
shrieking voices screaming for help,
then an eerie silence…
Ten bodies were hurled up in the air
including my sweet little Claire—
dead upon impact on the ground!
The rollercoaster’s screeching sound
was deafening to my ears,
as well as my sweet Claire’s final cry;
Her eyes holding back tears
showing me she had no fear.
The sights and sounds of that unfateful night
always play back in my weary mind
every time I pass by -
the old, abandoned amusement park…
The horrible scene keeps taunting me
as if I am the monster,
and not the rollercoaster!
Guilty conscience keeps bugging me
for taking my sweet little Claire
into a game of foolish dare;
Now my life is shattered,
losing its marbles—one by one………
http://www.thecoastercritic.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/ZydecoScream-Six-Flags-New-Orleans-300x198.jpg
Unison laughter filled the fragrant air
one summer – the weather was fair
Suddenly there was a cracking,
then a creaking… and smashing sounds
Bodies flying everywhere,
shrieking voices screaming for help,
then an eerie silence…
Ten bodies were hurled up in the air
including my sweet little Claire—
dead upon impact on the ground!
The rollercoaster’s screeching sound
was deafening to my ears,
as well as my sweet Claire’s final cry;
Her eyes holding back tears
showing me she had no fear.
The sights and sounds of that unfateful night
always play back in my weary mind
every time I pass by -
the old, abandoned amusement park…
The horrible scene keeps taunting me
as if I am the monster,
and not the rollercoaster!
Guilty conscience keeps bugging me
for taking my sweet little Claire
into a game of foolish dare;
Now my life is shattered,
losing its marbles—one by one………