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The submission period for poems has ended. Now it's time to vote for your favorite poems! Voting will last 2 weeks and end on September 26.
Please actually take the time to read all of the poems before you vote.
1.
Death, whose wrath has been felt forever
who strikes fear into the heart
Who swings his scythe whenever
who forces those whom we love to depart
Mankind can only fear
and find those who he should console
oh how every man holds his life dear
what a shame to lose ones soul
the only thing humans can do is accept
that those that have died have departed as God's decree
while all who live have stood and wept
and others cry in agony
Alas, eventually it will be time
for the last act that will set us free
all we can do is wait for the fateful chime
for all who died, i will never forget thee
2.
The Egg
The treasure I seek comes for a hen,
The hen from its coop.
wWen I find my treasure I boil it,
I put it in my cup.
I slice through, discovering my treasure,
Golden centre radiating light around me,
Gleaming white marble surrounding.
My treasure,
My perfection.
3.
A reply to Simon Armitage's poem " Kid"
Batman - Robin
Robin, you tend to talk and complain
yet you never walk preferring to ride a train.
You’ll never be taller or stronger,
Why can’t you accept that I never miss a trick?
You say you can’t take it any longer,
Well you’ll always be stuck as my side kick.
I cared for you, loved you, taught you
But all you always ignore what I say to do
Are you really that thick?
Now I think its time for us to say bye
You’ll always be second best, no matter how hard you try
You’ll never be as clever as I
You’re a Robin who can’t even fly.
4.
Blue is a wonderful color.
Many things are blue.
Blue is a high sky.
Blue is pretty blue flowers.
Blue is even pretty blue butterflies.
Blue is a bright blue book cover.
Blue is chairs that are blue.
Blue is the color that makes me sad.
Doesn't make much sence but i couldn't thin of anything else. Not very creative when it comes to poetry. i presume i'll lose but no hurt in trying.
5.
A Fall Night's Forever
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An old covered bridge, strung out in darkness.
With a moon-lit glow, the clouds race above.
In night's shadow, the river creeps below...
And the cool winds blow.
Along the river's edge, the black pines hang low
Swaying to and fro,
As if to hear, to see, to know...
The Secrets of this night.
The Great Horned Owls perch, in gothic style,
Among the dark rafters.
They watch, they wait, for the hour is late
And footsteps draw near.
Here I walk, like a ghost, a shadow, a haunt,
An uncalled for visitor on a post midnight jaunt.
I come to stand... amid a blanket of black.
Perhaps only for a moment, never, ever to go back.
6.
Summer
Blazing burning, boiling,
The sweltering heat of the day
The fruits on the trees are spoiling
It's even too hot to play
The light beats down upon on my back
As wasps and bees buzz by
The sun begins its awful attack
As the dew begins to dry
Fortunately, the end is near
It's time for summer to end
This break is only temporary, I fear
This is the yearly trend
7.
Puzzles, puzzles everywhere
Harder to solve
Crosswords, Sudoku, wordsearches,
Harder to solve
Number puzzles, letter puzzles, Spelling puzzles
Harder to solve
But the puzzle I like best,
The one that beats the rest,
Is the puzzle that’s
Easy to solve!
8.
I really love to rap.
But every time i try it's crap.
If i look at a map.
I cant help but snap.
Even though i love spam
The ugleist girls are named pam
the taste of ham is sweet
it really cant be beat
if i play football you cant catch me i am fleet
i here that when the scots were young they burned pete (poor pete)
if i were to play soccer in my bare feat.
it would hurt when it got stepped on by a cleat.
momma said the pistol is the devils right hand.
now i got one dont be makin a stupid demand
i like watermelons i can really grow them.
to keep all the stinkin weeds down you have to hoe them
i once met a plumber who couldnt fix a leaky pipe
i still dont know why he tried to friend me on skype
if i had to be stuck on an island that was deserted.
i hope that it's not going to be someone who is perverted
because if that happened and he wanted meat
he would probably try to eat my feet
no more ideas are popping into my head
i think i will go take a nap in my bed
if wanted i will keep it going. i made this in 5 min
9.
The Beautiful Fish
The beautiful fish,
Created thousands of years ago,
Glittering,
Like crystals reflecting beneath the sun,
Like dimonds in the water,
It makes me feel colourless,
Like rain on a damp November morning,
The beautiful fish,
Reminds me how loverly life is.
10.
My Pancakes
Now every respectable forumer will know I have a thing or two about cheesecakes
I found out that big thing about the "hello" conspiracy
The one that saved you, me and that bloke over there named billy
But when it comes down to it, eating my pancakes will take away all your aches
The pancakes I make are thousands of miles out of this planet
I am considered the best Pancake maker this side of the Atlantic Ocean
Well, by some the best this side of Heaven
If I released them to the general public they'd be sure to create a riot
You wouldn't believe the sounds people make when eating them... They show their adoration so loudly
Moans, groans and the words "Oh Yes!" are most regular
They're more over the top than the most exaggerating melodrama actor
The way people eat so many you'd think they were Kirby
Then of course, there is that terrible wall
The one that always gets in the way
The pancake, and all tasty food's doomsday
The limits of the stomach, makes the tall Pancakes fall
You may want too
But eating food has it's limit
Eat too much... And you get sick
That is until, of course... You poo
11.
Deep water
Lost in a sea of dreams,
I frolocked and played.
Nothing seemed so lively as my dear escapades...
From the shore the others did not see
For I was merely a spectre upon the sea,
My flailing viewed only as waving
My screams as shouts of joy.
For they did not understand
I was deeper than I had planned.
Those escapades stalked my very being
Like shadows in the deep, deep water.
The murky powers enveloped my soul,
Further I fell into the depths,
Drowning, drowning, drowning.
Gone.
Lost in a sea of dreams,
There the man lay,
Swept away by the currents of life.
12.
The Sight of Beauty
As I looked at her humble face
All covered in lace
I saw her flowing hair
So much that it looked like a mare
Never have I seen a maiden so fair
13.
When I stare at the stars,
I wonder.
I wonder.
Three words,
I've always wanted to say.
Every day,
when the sun rises,
I always think of you.
When my worst fear comes knocking,
when I see no point to go on,
out of the blue, I see you.
I wonder.
I wonder.
Three words I've always wanted to say,
whether you would accept me,
or if you would turn me down.
You are my light,
guiding my way.
Without you, there is no point going on.
When day turns to night,
when I don't know what's right,
you voice fills my mind.
I wonder,
I wonder,
Three words I've always wanted to say.
I wonder.
14.
The Blues of the old man on the moon
The old moon wanes! In the shape of a sliver bow
to threaten the smaller versions of himself, to ensure his dominance
That old man on the moon did a lazy swing, playing a sad raggy tone
against his shadows, down on pale blue hazy earth.
His blues reachs people , but not body , nor soul , nor bone.
I caught a glimpse of him, and I know his blues reachs to his beloved.
The old man drowned himself in that, drowsy syncopated tune.
To forget that he is the , lonly, sad old man on the moon
I heard that man sing his blues, and made the good man feeling bad
He sing loud and Proud, but he hid his face which is sad
Still his blues are deafing, so loud that's become gentle
And gently, it wakes up, our sleepy guity conscience
15.
Can I bleed this belly, stuffed and contained. Beyond the morning onto a table laid and ready for consumption, the days are remembered for their allusions, never their truth. And so I pack my hands full of treasures I can steal and carry on to the next.
The tracks of Man are shown at night. Life taken and spread absolute, a chance stained and left coasting on a bar top.
On top of it all we fall drunken, left wasted and right down. Heads bob and tilt like clowns in a carnival game, and we laugh like it all makes sense.
Please actually take the time to read all of the poems before you vote.
1.
Death, whose wrath has been felt forever
who strikes fear into the heart
Who swings his scythe whenever
who forces those whom we love to depart
Mankind can only fear
and find those who he should console
oh how every man holds his life dear
what a shame to lose ones soul
the only thing humans can do is accept
that those that have died have departed as God's decree
while all who live have stood and wept
and others cry in agony
Alas, eventually it will be time
for the last act that will set us free
all we can do is wait for the fateful chime
for all who died, i will never forget thee
2.
The Egg
The treasure I seek comes for a hen,
The hen from its coop.
wWen I find my treasure I boil it,
I put it in my cup.
I slice through, discovering my treasure,
Golden centre radiating light around me,
Gleaming white marble surrounding.
My treasure,
My perfection.
3.
A reply to Simon Armitage's poem " Kid"
Batman - Robin
Robin, you tend to talk and complain
yet you never walk preferring to ride a train.
You’ll never be taller or stronger,
Why can’t you accept that I never miss a trick?
You say you can’t take it any longer,
Well you’ll always be stuck as my side kick.
I cared for you, loved you, taught you
But all you always ignore what I say to do
Are you really that thick?
Now I think its time for us to say bye
You’ll always be second best, no matter how hard you try
You’ll never be as clever as I
You’re a Robin who can’t even fly.
4.
Blue is a wonderful color.
Many things are blue.
Blue is a high sky.
Blue is pretty blue flowers.
Blue is even pretty blue butterflies.
Blue is a bright blue book cover.
Blue is chairs that are blue.
Blue is the color that makes me sad.
Doesn't make much sence but i couldn't thin of anything else. Not very creative when it comes to poetry. i presume i'll lose but no hurt in trying.
5.
A Fall Night's Forever
---------------------
An old covered bridge, strung out in darkness.
With a moon-lit glow, the clouds race above.
In night's shadow, the river creeps below...
And the cool winds blow.
Along the river's edge, the black pines hang low
Swaying to and fro,
As if to hear, to see, to know...
The Secrets of this night.
The Great Horned Owls perch, in gothic style,
Among the dark rafters.
They watch, they wait, for the hour is late
And footsteps draw near.
Here I walk, like a ghost, a shadow, a haunt,
An uncalled for visitor on a post midnight jaunt.
I come to stand... amid a blanket of black.
Perhaps only for a moment, never, ever to go back.
6.
Summer
Blazing burning, boiling,
The sweltering heat of the day
The fruits on the trees are spoiling
It's even too hot to play
The light beats down upon on my back
As wasps and bees buzz by
The sun begins its awful attack
As the dew begins to dry
Fortunately, the end is near
It's time for summer to end
This break is only temporary, I fear
This is the yearly trend
7.
Puzzles, puzzles everywhere
Harder to solve
Crosswords, Sudoku, wordsearches,
Harder to solve
Number puzzles, letter puzzles, Spelling puzzles
Harder to solve
But the puzzle I like best,
The one that beats the rest,
Is the puzzle that’s
Easy to solve!
8.
I really love to rap.
But every time i try it's crap.
If i look at a map.
I cant help but snap.
Even though i love spam
The ugleist girls are named pam
the taste of ham is sweet
it really cant be beat
if i play football you cant catch me i am fleet
i here that when the scots were young they burned pete (poor pete)
if i were to play soccer in my bare feat.
it would hurt when it got stepped on by a cleat.
momma said the pistol is the devils right hand.
now i got one dont be makin a stupid demand
i like watermelons i can really grow them.
to keep all the stinkin weeds down you have to hoe them
i once met a plumber who couldnt fix a leaky pipe
i still dont know why he tried to friend me on skype
if i had to be stuck on an island that was deserted.
i hope that it's not going to be someone who is perverted
because if that happened and he wanted meat
he would probably try to eat my feet
no more ideas are popping into my head
i think i will go take a nap in my bed
if wanted i will keep it going. i made this in 5 min
9.
The Beautiful Fish
The beautiful fish,
Created thousands of years ago,
Glittering,
Like crystals reflecting beneath the sun,
Like dimonds in the water,
It makes me feel colourless,
Like rain on a damp November morning,
The beautiful fish,
Reminds me how loverly life is.
10.
My Pancakes
Now every respectable forumer will know I have a thing or two about cheesecakes
I found out that big thing about the "hello" conspiracy
The one that saved you, me and that bloke over there named billy
But when it comes down to it, eating my pancakes will take away all your aches
The pancakes I make are thousands of miles out of this planet
I am considered the best Pancake maker this side of the Atlantic Ocean
Well, by some the best this side of Heaven
If I released them to the general public they'd be sure to create a riot
You wouldn't believe the sounds people make when eating them... They show their adoration so loudly
Moans, groans and the words "Oh Yes!" are most regular
They're more over the top than the most exaggerating melodrama actor
The way people eat so many you'd think they were Kirby
Then of course, there is that terrible wall
The one that always gets in the way
The pancake, and all tasty food's doomsday
The limits of the stomach, makes the tall Pancakes fall
You may want too
But eating food has it's limit
Eat too much... And you get sick
That is until, of course... You poo
11.
Deep water
Lost in a sea of dreams,
I frolocked and played.
Nothing seemed so lively as my dear escapades...
From the shore the others did not see
For I was merely a spectre upon the sea,
My flailing viewed only as waving
My screams as shouts of joy.
For they did not understand
I was deeper than I had planned.
Those escapades stalked my very being
Like shadows in the deep, deep water.
The murky powers enveloped my soul,
Further I fell into the depths,
Drowning, drowning, drowning.
Gone.
Lost in a sea of dreams,
There the man lay,
Swept away by the currents of life.
12.
The Sight of Beauty
As I looked at her humble face
All covered in lace
I saw her flowing hair
So much that it looked like a mare
Never have I seen a maiden so fair
13.
When I stare at the stars,
I wonder.
I wonder.
Three words,
I've always wanted to say.
Every day,
when the sun rises,
I always think of you.
When my worst fear comes knocking,
when I see no point to go on,
out of the blue, I see you.
I wonder.
I wonder.
Three words I've always wanted to say,
whether you would accept me,
or if you would turn me down.
You are my light,
guiding my way.
Without you, there is no point going on.
When day turns to night,
when I don't know what's right,
you voice fills my mind.
I wonder,
I wonder,
Three words I've always wanted to say.
I wonder.
14.
The Blues of the old man on the moon
The old moon wanes! In the shape of a sliver bow
to threaten the smaller versions of himself, to ensure his dominance
That old man on the moon did a lazy swing, playing a sad raggy tone
against his shadows, down on pale blue hazy earth.
His blues reachs people , but not body , nor soul , nor bone.
I caught a glimpse of him, and I know his blues reachs to his beloved.
The old man drowned himself in that, drowsy syncopated tune.
To forget that he is the , lonly, sad old man on the moon
I heard that man sing his blues, and made the good man feeling bad
He sing loud and Proud, but he hid his face which is sad
Still his blues are deafing, so loud that's become gentle
And gently, it wakes up, our sleepy guity conscience
15.
Can I bleed this belly, stuffed and contained. Beyond the morning onto a table laid and ready for consumption, the days are remembered for their allusions, never their truth. And so I pack my hands full of treasures I can steal and carry on to the next.
The tracks of Man are shown at night. Life taken and spread absolute, a chance stained and left coasting on a bar top.
On top of it all we fall drunken, left wasted and right down. Heads bob and tilt like clowns in a carnival game, and we laugh like it all makes sense.
