Poetry competition CLOSED 21st October 2013 7:40pm
WINNER
Grace (ldryad)
Grace (ldryad)
RUNNERS-UP:
ZexionKingdomHeart
and RobinGayle
Humility
Poetry Contest Description
Even the those who are most skilled in their craft should practice humility. An excessive braggart is no pleasure to be around.... Being humble is a good concept to practice, no?
Rules:
- two entries per poet
- can be any style, any length
- tell a story, if you can (not required though)
- no prose
- two entries per poet
- can be any style, any length
- tell a story, if you can (not required though)
- no prose
The Thoughts Of A Clown (SP Summerscales)
I know inside
deep down
after many tries
I'm just
a fucking clown
but when I look
into
your eyes
I've found
the you beyond
all disguise
beauty
unbound..
Why I wonder
is it so
I'm always under
your line of go
whatever it is
I'd love to know
but could I face
yet another no .
I thought
we'd be good
as it makes sense
but all coulds
and shoulds
they never commence
the nature of such
said words
speak for themselves
the story of
my life it turns
out has been
shelved .
When all you
ever wanted
comes into view
you try so hard
to grab it
before it passes
through
I actually
did catch
a dream
that may turn
true
but it did escape
from me
and that was you .
I know inside
deep down
after many tries
I'm just
a fucking clown
but when I look
into
your eyes
I've found
the you beyond
all disguise
beauty
unbound..
Why I wonder
is it so
I'm always under
your line of go
whatever it is
I'd love to know
but could I face
yet another no .
I thought
we'd be good
as it makes sense
but all coulds
and shoulds
they never commence
the nature of such
said words
speak for themselves
the story of
my life it turns
out has been
shelved .
When all you
ever wanted
comes into view
you try so hard
to grab it
before it passes
through
I actually
did catch
a dream
that may turn
true
but it did escape
from me
and that was you .
At Last, Humility
She cries for caring hands
she prays for a drop of care
she trembles sporadically
as she lies broken
crumpled on the grass
deep in the forest
She remembers so clearly
Life on a cushioned world
The inheritor of billions
Living on the Ritz of life
Thousands on her beck and call
Sitting on her pots of gold
Until those as needy
Professing Love eternal
Stormed her fortress
and now she lies there
ripped hard by knives
killed for her abundance
Darkness is coming
the spreading magenta
pooling around her
growing wider
she looks at the stars
through shimmering tears
The stars seems to glow
As the scythed man
Looks gently into her eyes
showing her what she was
at last she knows humility
for there is one greater than all.
She cries for caring hands
she prays for a drop of care
she trembles sporadically
as she lies broken
crumpled on the grass
deep in the forest
She remembers so clearly
Life on a cushioned world
The inheritor of billions
Living on the Ritz of life
Thousands on her beck and call
Sitting on her pots of gold
Until those as needy
Professing Love eternal
Stormed her fortress
and now she lies there
ripped hard by knives
killed for her abundance
Darkness is coming
the spreading magenta
pooling around her
growing wider
she looks at the stars
through shimmering tears
The stars seems to glow
As the scythed man
Looks gently into her eyes
showing her what she was
at last she knows humility
for there is one greater than all.
I put a band-aid on my mouth to heal a broken smile.
It made you laugh, and that made me feel better for a while.
Throughout the years your compassion helped to make me humble.
That's why I keep my mouth shut,
and the band-aid says, "I love you." <3
It made you laugh, and that made me feel better for a while.
Throughout the years your compassion helped to make me humble.
That's why I keep my mouth shut,
and the band-aid says, "I love you." <3
Bitterly he bites down
The gnashing of his teeth leave a pile of rot in his soul,
He cannot control his thoughts or actions, and so, he tries to justify them.
He wishes to be above the stark, in pain tolerance and word enigma,
However, he is just mediocre, and cannot find the proper stepping stool.
He bites his tongue to help contain his lashings, but he only chokes.
Sincerely, he longs to hold grasp to the world he creates within his mind,
And he touches the opulence he knows that doesn't exist.
In time, this young, naive, little boy will understand where to step, and where to halt.
He may stray along the way.
Oh he will.
He may lose his sights on the target, but he will find them again.
Only with true trial and error, will he find himself in his own being.
The gnashing of his teeth leave a pile of rot in his soul,
He cannot control his thoughts or actions, and so, he tries to justify them.
He wishes to be above the stark, in pain tolerance and word enigma,
However, he is just mediocre, and cannot find the proper stepping stool.
He bites his tongue to help contain his lashings, but he only chokes.
Sincerely, he longs to hold grasp to the world he creates within his mind,
And he touches the opulence he knows that doesn't exist.
In time, this young, naive, little boy will understand where to step, and where to halt.
He may stray along the way.
Oh he will.
He may lose his sights on the target, but he will find them again.
Only with true trial and error, will he find himself in his own being.
WOUNDED
When I was young and stubbed my toe,
While waiting for new skin,
I'd stub it six more times before
The healing could begin.
A woman now, a deeper wound
I pray for thicker skin.
'Cause every time you step on me
I bite my tongue again.