Welcome to the Poetry Running Contest, the contest constantly open to anyone who loves poetry. If you wanna participate, you're in the right place!
This thread is only for poems submission. For questions about the rules, PM the PRC host, currently Zelderex.
Submissions
Anyone can participate. There is no sign-up.
To participate, just post a poem. Any type of poetry is welcome, of any length.
You can only post one poem per round.
All the submissions beyond the first will be ignored.
Rounds
A new round starts each Monday and ends on Sunday 12:01 AM.
That means the last day to vote is Saturday!
If a round has three or less entries, the round is extended until the next week.
The maximum number of poems per round is 12. Any poems submitted after the 12th will be saved for the next round.
Polls
On each Monday, the host will create a poll in the Personal Writing Forum with the submissions of that round. The poll is public and ends after 6 days, on Sunday.
Voting
Users who are participating for the current round in circulation MUST vote.
If you did NOT vote during the round your entry was submitted:
One vote will be deducted from your entry for the current round.
All future entries will automatically be disqualified until you vote on a future round.
NOTE: I will send "Remember to Vote" PMs to participants who have not voted late into the round. If I do not send a "Remember to Vote" PM within 24 hours before the round closing and the participant has not voted, the participant will not be put on "PRC Probation"; but, a vote will still be deducted from his current entry.
If you vote for three or more entries your votes will be null.
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Also, please keep into consideration the Honor System when voting:
Winning
After the poll ends, the submission with most votes wins.
In case of a tie for most votes, all the tied submissions win.
After every three wins, the host will contact the Personal Writing Moderator(s), Nai or Talore, who will award a trophy to the winner.
Hosts
The host is responsible for
Opening and closing the rounds.
Posting the polls.
Updating the list of Winners and Winning Poems.
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Updating and revising the rules.
The host can vote for the entries and participate in the contest.
If a host is no longer active, it should be replaced by a new user, after talking to the old one and posting about it in the Submission Thread.
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Hyper Vyper (as of Round 78 and Round 85) Author Unknown (as of Round 85)
dondee (as of Round 112)
msun641 (as of Round 118)
oro_oro_oro (as of Round 107)
Spiral Brain (as of Round 122)
The Yotian Warrior (as of Round 114)
OhtheHorror (as of round 164)
Uber iambic pentameter
Rhyming every line
Sweet synedoche read
To a sing songey time
Smiling youths and eager ears
Famous lines recounted for years
Earning endless laughs and praise
For this both old and new word craze
Blockbuster sales all across the nation
rise up slowly
so,
we witness
your ascension.
as we fade away
catching,
one glimpse
soul glimmer
of that place,
we
shall never tread.
usually hating long goodbyes,
this befitting us.
watching with bated breath,
every glorious moment
as you rise up, slowly,
now.
toward ascension.
our eyes drowned.
as you go, leaving us
to a clouded vision
of empty skies.
On the first day, God made light
Illumination of his creations
War, famine, and suffering
So that we never need worry
Of these being cast
Into darkness and memory
On the second day, God made the sky
For without the sky
There would be no storms
No roiling tempests
No blanket of cruelty
Covering the Earth
On the third day, God gathered the Earth
All the deserts and wastelands
For his people to wander
In the presence of such love
Yet we still wander
On the fourth day, God made the stars
For what are we wretched creatures
Without the stars to wish upon
As we stumble through
The confusion of his gifts
On the fifth day, God made the fish and the birds
Endowed with flight and fins
To fill the sky and the sea
Tease us with thoughts of escape
While the gnashing of teeth
Has already begun
On the sixth day, God made man
In his likeness of course
Cruel, jealous, and petty
To subdue the Earth
To dance like puppets
On divine strings
On the seventh day, God took a rest
The pawns were lined up
Eternal fires had been lit
The yoke forged and fitted
Tiring work for a god
On the eighth day, man worshipped God
Offered our feeble affection
To our creator
Our tormentor
The footsteps beside us
Our everlasting friend
to be [or not]
In endless dreams I see crowds stare transfixed at my impressions;
I vivisect myself and eat the pain in training sessions.
With skin peeled back my body, just a cipher, lies disfigured;
though my soul's living still, the vessel's caught, but sadly lingers.
What constraints we face continuously! Is life better aged?
All we are is brains in fluid, floating still, forever caged.
I'd reach beyond my first false self to reach truth if only there
I'd overcome my fears and frailties - throw caution to the air;
but what's life without restriction, and what's feeling without care?
To be godly is appealing; to be true to self and home,
'Til it's there, and then left wanting; 'til you've lost both, left alone.
my mouth is full of winsome lies -
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
Sweet words are muttered
while you lick the left testicle
Make sure to suck his vanity pinnacle
and throw the right obstacle
If you care about seducing females
Demonstrate how good your hands can be
And tell her how gracious she is
When cheating boss and boyfriend
Women breathe lies in the lines of passion.
Just let her swallow it whole
Her pride.
Nowadays
People chase emotions - their greed.
If you need a friend, be smart indeed.
And lo, we slip the bonds of earth
Terrestial chains of mediocrity
We ascend upward into the heavens
Beyond the realm of possibility
Free sky above, snow plains below
Our metal bird glinting in the sun
How unimportant our cares seem!
In the face of winged travel
Our livelihoods are just a speck
But please resume your seats
We have a bumpy ride in store
A mere blip in our joyous sailing
With the dirt our ocean's shore
I sculpt. I want to be impressed-
verisimilitudes endless.
I stare, create, maintain, and grow -
or change, transform, deny, re-show.
Exploit eccentricity's pull:
exaggerate the worst evil.
Advertise for fame and fortune:
inspire love, lust, greed, devotion.
Give me a second skin
to grasp and place my body there within,
some tweaks for comfort's sake, again,
and breathe and gasp at air drawn thin.
A second start, a reintroduction;
But all they see is function.
my mouth is full of winsome lies -
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
To write with careful style is the essence of the thing.
Poems are fun stories that you're supposed to sing.
You can break stories up with no specific timing,
But personally I prefer the ones with chosen structured rhyming.
Without such imagery a poem is closer to just prose,
Though I'm probably just a scrub, we can't all be Edgar Allen Poes.
Nonetheless, I will persist
In my elementary school way
Sorry if that makes you pissed,
But I still wish you a good day.
Today is a cold winter day
Here where I live
Such a winter day, as silver as gray.
I have no December rhymes in tune
Because in Brazil winter arrives in June
This grim season
is not as harsh as you would think
but still bites
the bleak winds and the cracking of frost
are enough for me to stay indoors
I'm delighted to see the white painting
but a gleam of sun is all I want
Climate changes
Always inspiring
Will it snow? I don't know
High and low
Poet and passerby
Astronomer and photographer
Winter makes me quite the philosopher
The thunder of raindrops startles me every time I hear it.
It isn't the violence of the rainstorm, it's the sound,
the startling need for attention that the sound signifies,
how mature suddenly speaks up and says "I am here".
And If I've remembered to bring it,
I extend my umbrella
as a shield against the rain,
or as a shelter for my vision
so I can see the falling bits of water ripple into the pavement around me
like falling bodies out of tall towers
and collapse into all-encompassing puddles that seep into my shoes
and that I can jump and splash around in, making the water fly to and fro.
Water was never so interesting. It's like clouds.
When you lay in the grass in a park,
(feeling silly on a clear day)
and look up and try to see what's there.
There's nothing ... but there could be something. Eventually.
So you keep looking.
Stare harder, cross your eyes.
There are pictograms everywhere.
Underneath you there are bugs creating a latticework of supply chains,
and people [always more people],
and dirt.
Run your hand through it, just to see if you're alive
or if you've collapsed into the dirt yourself, becoming one with its brownness.
Above you there are universes and stars and planes and birds and more bugs [always more bugs] and people [always more people!].
And there are dreams. Crazy things, yearnings, broken melodies followed in the dead of night and played on instruments that don't exist,
broken feelings and empty shapes turned sideways
just to be understood,
analyzed to death -
because we can do that now.
I never remember to bring my umbrella anywhere. Even if I did, I wouldn't be able to hold it upright
while laying down on the grass
or on a bench
or in a puddle.
And I lay down
so I can see the sky crying,
the message meant for me and me alone
written in grand gestures
that slink down to my very core.
And when I closed my eyes for the final time
I was water,
flowing into vessels
and changing my shape to match.
my mouth is full of winsome lies -
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
I took the Governor's Warfield
the other day, and saw the shadows
of those branches cast
by the streetlights. They flailed
in the wind, like effigies
shaken by shamans. I remembered
how slow you used to drive
through this way, under
the speed limit, as the road caved down
like a cup, and you
looking at the shapes of light, carved
by the leaves. You used to imagine
this road was made by something larger
than a house, that could only crawl,
came and went, leaving
only this mark left
in our world. It reminded me
of that time in spring
when we hung lanterns over
the limbs of cherry trees, waiting
until night, to unroll the blankets,
make the tables, sit
on our knees, and have lunch
with you at mid-moon
in your formal, and I
in my black coat, you
bowing, and I, greeting,
"Hello."
Imagine a lion;
Beautiful, grand, massive
and elegant- it's muscles
worthy of a thousand paint-
ings. It can run sixty miles
an hour, and jump a dozen yards.
There is nothing it cannot catch,
it cannot kill.
Imagine the hunt;
it sprints across the plains,
powerful hind legs carry it
like a bullet, straight and
impossible to outpace.
It charges, leaps, bites,
feeds, breeds, leaps, kills
and repeats the cycle.
It is unstoppable, by wind
or rain or dust a mile thick-
It is God in practice,
if not on paper.
Then it meets the gazelle.
No matter how hard it tries,
the lion cannot catch it.
It cannot kill
the gazelle. The lion leaps,
and bites, scratches and breaks
the very earth as it dances across
that barren, cruel stage of the hunt.
But the lion cannot catch it.
The hunt continues.
The lion cannot win.
The gazelle cannot stop.
Four months on, they
Find a burning wood-
The forest is more a
coffin than a home now,
but they plow on and into
the future; destiny
and a decision. They leap
ahead, and do not stop,
do not rest, and do not care,
even as the paper and practice
burn.
A log comes down.
Imagine, a lion.
It's mane, charred and ruined
It's hind legs, mangled,
useless and dead,
It cannot run,
can barely breathe,
but can feel.
It can feel the sun,
inhaling its shame.
It can feel the rain,
beating on his painful,
burnt, lame excuse
for a leg.
It can see the gazelle,
long since burnt,
and cast to the wind.
And even as it roars in pain,
hungry, alone, broken-
The Lion has killed it's prey.
I lay on the regolith
harvested out of sky
eclipsed
noises like animals clawing at air
eating at light
frothing rabidity
socketed between mountains
illumination throughout my veins
trellis of grey
the earthen chimneys
pooling oil
in ammolite atlases
spring pools
flesh digging through day
ubiquity
My nausea is eskimoed here in my soft hips
nodes of melody
eaten away grown sadness
i have crawled through his eyes
he saw nothing but me
tunneling out
I saw nothing but I
wanted to
soft map
undoutedly I will regret
what you would have done
had you not
been underneath me.
Welcome to the Poetry Running Contest, the contest constantly open to anyone who loves poetry. If you wanna participate, you're in the right place!
This thread is only for poems submission. For questions about the rules, PM the PRC host, currently Zelderex.
- A new round starts each Monday and ends on Sunday 12:01 AM.
- That means the last day to vote is Saturday!
- If a round has three or less entries, the round is extended until the next week.
- The maximum number of poems per round is 12. Any poems submitted after the 12th will be saved for the next round.
Polls- On each Monday, the host will create a poll in the Personal Writing Forum with the submissions of that round. The poll is public and ends after 6 days, on Sunday.
Voting- Users who are participating for the current round in circulation MUST vote.
- If you did NOT vote during the round your entry was submitted:
- One vote will be deducted from your entry for the current round.
- All future entries will automatically be disqualified until you vote on a future round.
- NOTE: I will send "Remember to Vote" PMs to participants who have not voted late into the round. If I do not send a "Remember to Vote" PM within 24 hours before the round closing and the participant has not voted, the participant will not be put on "PRC Probation"; but, a vote will still be deducted from his current entry.
- If you vote for three or more entries your votes will be null.
- If you vote for yourself your poem will be disqualified.
Also, please keep into consideration the Honor System when voting:
WinningCredits
Preve (Formerly Sam111111) 29 wins, 9 trophies Rounds 19, 30, 36, 44, 45, 59, 60, 68, 73, 79, 89, 94, 101, 115, 116, 118, 122, 132, 136, 139, 141, 164, 166, 177, 178, 184, 200, 203, 216
Madding 26 wins, 8 trophies Rounds 10, 11, 13, 17, 18, 23, 34, 40, 42, 43, 50, 51, 56, 57, 80, 83, 84, 96, 97, 102, 104, 105, 118, 126, 140, 145
BlippyTheSlug 20 wins, 6 trophies Rounds 109, 120, 128, 129, 132, 134, 155, 165, 175, 181, 183, 185, 186, 192, 194, 195, 208, 211, 215, 216
msun641 19 wins, 6 trophies Rounds 2, 3, 5, 6, 15, 18, 41, 43, 49, 51, 53, 54, 60, 62, 63, 64, 70, 81, 82
Stifle 18 wins, 5 trophies Rounds 12, 15, 17, 20, 24, 25, 28, 34, 39, 72, 77, 79, 80, 83, 85, 87, 214, 216
Ilvaldi 16 wins, 5 trophies Rounds 53, 63, 66, 103, 105, 108, 167, 168, 169, 170, 173, 189, 190, 191, 192, 214
Zelderex 16 wins, 5 trophies Rounds 123, 135, 148, 150, 158, 159, 162, 165, 168, 170, 178, 179, 186, 206, 208, 214
Condoms (formerly known as Kpaca) 14 wins, 4 trophies Rounds 117, 119, 121, 125, 127, 129, 131, 142, 143, 146, 155, 157, 195, 197
Zaph 12 wins, 4 trophies Rounds 6, 9, 21, 22, 30, 96, 99, 100, 106, 107, 113, 139
Talore 10 wins, 3 trophies Round 137, 144, 146, 152, 154, 155, 163, 175, 178, 192
Guilan 10 wins, 3 trophies Rounds 90, 91, 138, 163, 169, 170, 171, 180, 186, 199
Urbanus 7 wins, 2 trophies Rounds 48, 71, 89, 111, 114, 138, 139
Lucknorris 6 wins, 2 trophies Round 90, 133, 145, 192, 209
IcecreamMan80 5 wins, 1 trophy Round 146, 153, 156, 198, 205
Crusible 5 wins, 1 trophy Rounds 199, 201, 204, 210, 213
MzztrTetris 4 wins, 1 trophy Rounds 117, 120, 124, 147
pstmdrn 4 wins, 1 trophy Rounds 64, 65, 69, 82
Yanni 4 wins, 1 trophy Rounds 129, 130, 133, 170
iCwalzy 4 wins, 1 trophy Rounds 181, 184, 192, 203
Hyper Vyper 3 wins, 1 trophy Rounds 57, 60, 63
Minion of Boredom 4 wins, 1 trophy Rounds 78, 86, 93, 201
Rush_Clasic 3 wins, 1 trophy Round 98, 148, 151
Chiligyro 3 wins, 1 trophy Rounds 180, 181, 183
Kamotz 3 wins, 1 trophy Rounds 172, 174, 176
Rubin 2 wins Rounds 149, 166
Author Unknown 2 wins Rounds 55, 58
Caitiri 2 wins Rounds 36, 47
Lesurgo 2 wins Rounds 47, 75
LogicX 2 win Rounds 160, 164
Medisinyl 2 wins Rounds 110, 112
Norm D. Plumb 2 wins Rounds 35, 50
riliss 2 wins Rounds 9, 76
Xyre 2 wins Rounds 18, 19
Pancake Puffs 2 win Round 193
Iso 2 wins Round 195, Round 197
Ynysdyn 2 wins Rounds 196, 202
Queengothica13 2 Wins Rounds 202, 207
Archae 1 win Round 52
aspirnietzche 1 win Round 74
Big Nasty 1 win Round 48
Boros 1 win Round 67
Burgess 1 win Round 57
Clock King 1 win Round 124
Danny 1 win Round 4
DarkwaterElemental 1 win Round 141
DServ! 1 win Round 153
ep. 1 win Round 53
Faerie Lord 1 win Round 37
Fakeartist 1 win Round 61
FirePenguinMaster 1 win Round 11
George 1 win Round 27
Ilmarinen 1 win Round 161
indomitablebug 1 win Round 31
Iuz 1 win Round 67
Johm000 1 win Round 46
Keeperofzion 1 win Round 64
mtgman_arich 1 win Round 92
necrogenesis 1 win Round 16
Niv-Mizzet the Firemind 1 win Round 64
one_winged_angel 1 win Round 14
passthejufrann 1 win Round 139
rancorous_fool 1 win Round 7
riddle 1 win Round 3
saintskeith 1 win Round 32
Serafis 1 win Round 88
ShadowBlaze 1 win Round 16
The Subprime Soldier 1 win Round 38
taipan 1 win Round 26
The Mad Tapper 1 win Round 1
TranceInMotion 1 win Round 14
Twilightmancer 1 win Round 8
Wessel 1 win Round 29
WingDamage9001 1 win Round 95
_IF_ 1 win Round 33
Uncleistvan 1 Win Round 176
The Dark Passenger 1 win 187
Rywads 1 win Round 188
4thdimensionalbubble 1 win Round 202
ArbitraryArmor 1 Win Round 212
Round 2 Amateur's Death msun641
Round 3 More AP English jots msun641, Tornado riddle
Round 4 Don't Get Lost Danny
Round 5 éclipse d’étoile msun641
Round 6 Neglectful Dream Zaph, The Stuff of Legend msun641
Round 7 (Eye Catching Title) rancorous_fool
Round 8 Candlelight Twilightmancer
Round 9 iluvucination riliss, Mourning Glory Zaph
Round 10 The Mocking Sky Madding
Round 11 Under Diana, the Proud Madding, The Wanderer FirePenguinMaster
Round 12 Jawdropper Stifle
Round 13 Fly-trap Madding
Round 14 The Butterfly one_winged_angel, awake i sleep TranceInMotion
Round 15 I think I'm far from Heaven Stifle, “Each little bird that sings” msun641
Round 16 A Passion Macabre necrogenesis, The Dreadful Transition to a Life of Perdition ShadowBlaze
Round 17 Fleeting Madding, msun641 Stifle
Round 18 My Siren msun641, Denial Madding, Friendly Reminder Xyre
Round 19 Firenze Xyre, Warming Preve (Formerly Sam111111)
Round 20 blame love on time Stifle
Round 21 A Return to Hay Fever Fields Zaph
Round 22 One Beer Too Les Zaph
Round 23 Behold, the Lily Lady Madding
Round 24 what has not been done before Stifle
Round 25 Stifling Stifle
Round 26 An Ode to Poultice taipan
Round 27 At the End of the Day George
Round 28 Reader, you can relate. Stifle
Round 29 Writer's Vanity. Wessel
Round 30 Vertigo Preve (Formerly Sam111111), An Ode To Love (or the Poetry of Demons) Zaph
Round 31 5150 indomitablebug
Round 32 Musician saintskeith
Round 33 Look. Listen. Choose. Act _IF_
Round 34 Gargoyle Madding, Oh Cindy, where has the moon gone? Stifle
Round 35 Holly Jolly Melancholy Norm D. Plumb
Round 36 Rebirth Preve (Formerly Sam111111), At the Helm Caitiri
Round 37 Lonely night spark in the sky (Ode to my dreams) Faerie Lord
Round 38 Elizabeth's Halo The Subprime Soldier
Round 39 inhaling her thoughts Stifle
Round 40 Momentary Bliss Madding
Round 41 Phase Changes msun641
Round 42 Sitting Outside Madding
Round 43 With Selene In His Sights Madding, Tress msun641
Round 44 Remind me Preve (Formerly Sam111111)
Round 45 favorite's play Preve (Formerly Sam111111)
Round 46 All I Feel Is Pain Johm000
Round 47 The Silver Box Lesurgo, Life and Death Caitiri
Round 48 "A Sonnet" Urbanus, Cherries Big Nasty
Round 49 ...And yet more ungrounded angst msun641
Round 50 Untitled ("I've been waiting for this") Norm D. Plumb, Moonstruck Madding
Round 51 Turning Slowly Away msun641, Spirit Madding
Round 52 In the kitchen at 10:43 Archae
Round 53 Let's Get Things Started Soon msun641, Malela ep., Currency Ilvaldi
Round 54 Adieu msun641
Round 55 The American Dream Author Unknown
Round 56 Self-Esteem Madding
Round 57 Announcements from the Town Crier Burgess, Friendship Has an Expiration Date Hyper Vyper, Merry Me Madding
Round 58 20 Author Unknown
Round 59 Parking Lot Preve (Formerly Sam111111)
Round 60 Reflection Preve (Formerly Sam111111), To the Sordid Point msun641, Death Play Hyper Vyper
Round 61 Better Off Blind. Fakeartist
Round 62 What about life? msun641
Round 63 The Sandman Ilvaldi, The Jester and the Sap msun641, Cosplay (rap) Hyper Vyper
Round 64 The window Niv-Mizzet the Firemind, Twilight Keeperofzion, MS853113E msun641, Social Shards Alara Security pstmdrn
Round 65 The Word (I've Heard So Much About It) pstmdrn
Round 66 Life in Little Boxes Ilvaldi
Round 67 i cut myself to the sound of your voice Iuz, To a Knight and a Windmill Boros
Round 68 Premonition Preve (Formerly Sam111111)
Round 69 Your Little Bear pstmdrn
Round 70 Alderaan Calling msun641
Round 71 Untitled ('She spoke to me...') Urbanus
Round 72 riliss, can i? Stifle
Round 73 we all suck Preve (Formerly Sam111111)
Round 74 Untitled ('I took it like a spinning wheel...') aspirnietzche
Round 75 Dear Mother, who Left me when I was Born, Lesurgo
Round 76 The riliss
Round 77 I wish you were my lover in a past life Stifle
Round 78 To A Friend For Whom I Swear I Don't Have a Healthy Obsession Minion of Boredom
Round 79 turning Preve (Formerly Sam111111), heart break her Stifle
Round 80 Moonless Madding, pleasing on the eyes Stifle
Round 81 Pining msun641
Round 82 9. Lega msun641, The Way of the Resplendent Crane pstmdrn
Round 83 Need Madding, Body of Work Stifle
Round 84 Bribing Asclepius Madding
Round 85 Finding Sierra Crest Stifle
Round 86 Sixteen Poems to a Mysterious You Minion of Boredom
Round 87 i am all mine Stifle
Round 88 Dihydrogen Monoxide Serafis
Round 89 "They Can't See..." Urbanus, Several meditations on honor Preve (Formerly Sam111111)
Round 90 Were Not Like the Men of Yore Lucknorris, The Poem Guilan
Round 91 moonlight rose Guilan
Round 92 Millions crawling around... mtgman_arich
Round 93 The Miser's Indulgence Minion of Boredom
Round 94 The less you know Preve (Formerly Sam111111)
Round 95 Somewhere I've Seen WingDamage9001
Round 96 January II Zaph, Argument Madding
Round 97 Hexathelidae Madding
Round 98 Loop, Swoop, Pull Rush_Clasic
Round 99 Fingers turned cold long ago Zaph
Round 100 Ouroboros Zaph
Round 101 A Conversation Rush_Clasic, Care Preve (Formerly Sam111111)
Round 102 Fly afar, miss firefly... Madding
Round 103 We Were Supposed To Meet Today Ilvaldi
Round 104 Radiation Eve Madding
Round 105 Reasonable Suspect Madding, Suburban Ilvaldi
Round 106 The Heron Zaph
Round 107 Muse or "Words I can't put into words" Zaph
Round 108 The Nostalgia of the Infinite Ilvaldi
Round 109 After a Morning of Listening to Johnny Cash BlipplyTheSlug
Round 110 Of War and Cancer Medisinyl
Round 111 Savannah Urbanus
Round 112 The White Medisinyl
Round 113 Pyrohemia Zaph
Round 114 Out There Urbanus
Round 115 Waiting for the escape Preve (Formerly Sam111111)
Round 116 Which is like a note of closure Preve (Formerly Sam111111)
Round 117 A Letter of Sincerest Apology tezzeret12, Collegiate by Condoms
Round 118 Loathsome Vassal by Madding, We're not friends by Preve (Formerly Sam111111)
Round 119 AK-47 (a tribute to a banned member) by Condoms
Round 120 "Beautiful dawn..." tezzeret12, Otto Traversing the Stairs BlippyTheSlug
Round 121 Pulled Pork by condoms
Round 122 Roots Preve (Formerly Sam111111)
Round 123 Letters to Heaven: Zelderex
Round 124 "Look at the stars she says to me..." tezzeret12, Harrowing, precise progression. Clock King
Round 125 My Night with a Lady from the Middle East Condoms
Round 126 Seastung Madding
Round 127 Twigs by Condoms
Round 128 Throwing Stones At Our Glass House BlippyTheSlug
Round 129 First Snow BlippyTheSlug, The Trees Have Grown Oranges by condoms, Untitled Yanni
Round 130 My Night With An Old Friend Yanni
Round 131 The Selfless by condoms
Round 132 Nut Slap Tryptich BlippyTheSlug, Sleeping Preve (Formerly Sam111111)
Round 133 Average Sunday for the Underprivileged LuckNorris, If Only I Had Known Yanni
Round 134 Looney Sonnet BlippyTheSlug
Round 135 Dear Zeldy Zelderex
Round 136 Walls Preve (Formerly Sam111111)
Round 137 Special Snowflake Talore
Round 138 Severed Verses Guilan, Plastic Dialogue Urbanus
Round 139 Figures of Speech passthejufrann, A thousand planes Preve (Formerly Sam111111), "As the tall Ash cries..." Urbanus, I Should Be A Vampire Hunter Zaph
Round 140 Youth Madding
Round 141 Sickening DarkwaterElemental, Spitting in the third eye Preve (Formerly Sam111111)
Round 142 Purple by Condoms
Round 143 A citrusy fluid by Condoms
Round 144 Allergies Talore
Round 145 A Number 15 Victory LuckNorris, "Am I brave..." Madding
Round 146 Maybe I'll Leave a Note IcecreamMan80, Martin X by Condoms, Incorporeal Talore
Round 147 What shall I wear, Jesse Bear? by MzztrTetris
Round 148 "That life with passion..." Rush_Clasic, Death of a Sock Zelderex
Round 149 I am an artist Rubin
Round 150 Bracken; Beautiful; Broken; Beatific by Zelderex
Round 151 your eyes by Rush_Clasic
Round 152 Concert Hall by Talore
Round 153 Sit for a Breeze, Walking Palm by DServ!, Burgundy by IcecreamMan80
Round 154 The Human Experience by Talore
Round 155 The Squirrel Race by Condoms, Morning Glory, Redux by BlippyTheSlug, Study by Talore
Round 156 I wish I was a dog... by IcecreamMan80
Round 157 Walkin in Olympus by Condoms
Round 158 PostCulture by Zelderex
Round 159 The Race by Zelderex
Round 160 The Last Tree by LogicX
Round 161 Gary, Indiana by Ilmarinen
Round 162 Indefinite by Zelderex
Round 163 Scenery by Gulan, and Dysphoria by Talore
Round 164 The Eight Day by LogicX, and to be [or not] by Preve (Formerly Sam111111)
Round 165 Untitled, by Zelderex and Untitled, by BlippytheSlug
Round 166 Red, by Rubin and Sculptor, by Preve (Formerly Sam111111)
Round 167 The Governor's Warfield Parkway, by Ilvaldi.
Round 168 Route 1, by Ilvaldi and 11:59, by Zelderex
Round 169 Born from Stars by Guilan, The Lowering by Ilvaldi
Round 170 Pain, Ache by Guilan, Vitamin H by Yanni, Apologies by Ilvaldi
Round 171 Counting the Uncountable by Guilan
Round 172 "End of Summer" Symphony No. 1 in E minor. Op. 8, No. 3 by Kamotz
Round 173 On the Shores of Onanore by Ilvaldi
Round 174 Silhouettes by Kamotz
Round 175 Necrophilia by Blippytheslug, Fleeting by Talore, and Shield by Talore
Round 176 The Suburbs by Uncleistvan, and eerT evilO (Olive Tree) by Kamotz
Round 177 Gray Ears by Preve
Round 178 goal by Preve, For Kimberly Rivera, and The Human Cliff Dive by Zelderex
Round 179 Untitled by Zelderex
Round 180 Chrysanthemum by Guilan, Falling by Chiligyro, and Schrodinger's Plants by Blippytheslug
Round 181 Untitled #88510 by Blippytheslug, Inevitable Changes by Chiligyro, Hell by Pancake_Puffs, andDrowning Out The End by iCwalzy
Round 182 iama by Preve
Round 183 Nailed to Time by Chiligryro, and **** I Miss Being a DJ by Blippytheslug
Round184 8:23 PM by iCwalzy
Round 185 Aurora Sits on my Face by Blippytheslug
Round 186 Merry Christmas by Blippytheslug, Beyond the Invisible Line by Guilan and Wayward (Fool's Gold Standard) by Zelderex
Round 187 Where Thoughts Pool by The Dark Passenger
Round 188 Kerplunck by Rywad
Round 189 Prayers by Ilvaldi
Round 190 Man of Steelby Ilvaldi
Round 191 Cerberus by Ilvaldi
Round 192 Modded in the Face by iCwalzy, No Fun Allowed by Talore, Alone In An Empty House At 9PM When It's Forty Below Out, and Atlas by Ilvaldi
Round 193 Postcards from Cassidy by Pancake_Puffs
Round 194 Breakfast in Bed by Blippytheslug
Round 195 Chicken Stick by Condoms, and I, Humanity by Iso
Round 196 A Machine for Pigs by Ynysdyn
Round 197 White Willow, White Widow by Iso and The Symphony of Underclass Youth by Condoms
Round 198 The Disenfranchised by IceCreamMan80
Round 199 Masks by Guilan, and Garden Variety Depression by Crusible
Round 200 Necessity by Preve
Round 201 Tribute to Tributary by Crusible, and Meditation Zero by Minion of Boredom
Round 202 MOKSHA by Ynysdyn, A Homeless Conglomerate by Lucknorris, and Untitled by 4thdimensionalbubble
Round 203 Explanation by Preve, and Red Liquid by iCwalzy
Round 204 Tea for One by Crusible
Round 205 I, Battle Hymn by IceCreamMan80
Round 206 And by Zelderex
Round 207 Poem #142 by QueenGothica13
Round 208 Rambles from an Old Man by Blippytheslug, and Time Enough at Last by Zelderex
Round 209 Obituaries and Thoughts by Lucknorris
Round 210 Object Philosophy by Crusible
Round 211 Pocahontus Moderni by Blippytheslug
Round 212 An Ode to Collective Perfection (Iambic) by ArbitraryArmor (for the record: this poem is about burritos
Round 213 No Words by Crusible
Round 214 Luxury by Stifle, Walking Together by Ilvaldi, and Nashville by Zelderex
Round 215 Shadow Dance by Blippytheslug
Round 216 Abide by Preve, Potato Chips by Blippytheslug, and A Palette of Snow by Stifle
Rounds 38-46
Rounds 47-65
Rounds 66-97
Rounds 98-163
Author Unknown (as of Round 85)
dondee (as of Round 112)
msun641 (as of Round 118)
oro_oro_oro (as of Round 107)
Spiral Brain (as of Round 122)
The Yotian Warrior (as of Round 114)
OhtheHorror (as of round 164)
Hallucination (as of Round 137)
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Uber iambic pentameter
Rhyming every line
Sweet synedoche read
To a sing songey time
Smiling youths and eager ears
Famous lines recounted for years
Earning endless laughs and praise
For this both old and new word craze
Blockbuster sales all across the nation
Alas, alas...
If only poets could garner such exultation!
Herbal_Poultice_Deck_Wins
Rules Advisor
so,
we witness
your ascension.
as we fade away
catching,
one glimpse
soul glimmer
of that place,
we
shall never tread.
usually hating long goodbyes,
this befitting us.
watching with bated breath,
every glorious moment
as you rise up, slowly,
now.
toward ascension.
our eyes drowned.
as you go, leaving us
to a clouded vision
of empty skies.
On the first day, God made light
Illumination of his creations
War, famine, and suffering
So that we never need worry
Of these being cast
Into darkness and memory
On the second day, God made the sky
For without the sky
There would be no storms
No roiling tempests
No blanket of cruelty
Covering the Earth
On the third day, God gathered the Earth
All the deserts and wastelands
For his people to wander
In the presence of such love
Yet we still wander
On the fourth day, God made the stars
For what are we wretched creatures
Without the stars to wish upon
As we stumble through
The confusion of his gifts
On the fifth day, God made the fish and the birds
Endowed with flight and fins
To fill the sky and the sea
Tease us with thoughts of escape
While the gnashing of teeth
Has already begun
On the sixth day, God made man
In his likeness of course
Cruel, jealous, and petty
To subdue the Earth
To dance like puppets
On divine strings
On the seventh day, God took a rest
The pawns were lined up
Eternal fires had been lit
The yoke forged and fitted
Tiring work for a god
On the eighth day, man worshipped God
Offered our feeble affection
To our creator
Our tormentor
The footsteps beside us
Our everlasting friend
In endless dreams I see crowds stare transfixed at my impressions;
I vivisect myself and eat the pain in training sessions.
With skin peeled back my body, just a cipher, lies disfigured;
though my soul's living still, the vessel's caught, but sadly lingers.
What constraints we face continuously! Is life better aged?
All we are is brains in fluid, floating still, forever caged.
I'd reach beyond my first false self to reach truth if only there
I'd overcome my fears and frailties - throw caution to the air;
but what's life without restriction, and what's feeling without care?
To be godly is appealing; to be true to self and home,
'Til it's there, and then left wanting; 'til you've lost both, left alone.
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
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Sweet words are muttered
while you lick the left testicle
Make sure to suck his vanity pinnacle
and throw the right obstacle
If you care about seducing females
Demonstrate how good your hands can be
And tell her how gracious she is
When cheating boss and boyfriend
Women breathe lies in the lines of passion.
Just let her swallow it whole
Her pride.
Nowadays
People chase emotions - their greed.
If you need a friend, be smart indeed.
special thanks to sentimentgx4 for the sig
Pourquoi?
And lo, we slip the bonds of earth
Terrestial chains of mediocrity
We ascend upward into the heavens
Beyond the realm of possibility
Free sky above, snow plains below
Our metal bird glinting in the sun
How unimportant our cares seem!
In the face of winged travel
Our livelihoods are just a speck
But please resume your seats
We have a bumpy ride in store
A mere blip in our joyous sailing
With the dirt our ocean's shore
Herbal_Poultice_Deck_Wins
Rules Advisor
New population: two
I pick up my shovel
And dig a deeper ditch
Because even in hell-
I'm not good enough for you
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People say that love is pink
Love is a girl's flushed cheeks
Or a box of cherries
A basket of oranges
That love's a Valentines rose
Or the icing on a cake.
Embarrassment.
Mischievousness.
No, love is red
Love is anger
Love is pain
Love is fighting with nothing to gain
Love is the bleeding red of a bee
Or the sunset leaves of a poison tree
Screaming at you
No!
Run. Leave. Go.
Love is the dark, real red of a beating heart,
Not some pink shape on a greeting card.
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I sculpt. I want to be impressed-
verisimilitudes endless.
I stare, create, maintain, and grow -
or change, transform, deny, re-show.
Exploit eccentricity's pull:
exaggerate the worst evil.
Advertise for fame and fortune:
inspire love, lust, greed, devotion.
Give me a second skin
to grasp and place my body there within,
some tweaks for comfort's sake, again,
and breathe and gasp at air drawn thin.
A second start, a reintroduction;
But all they see is function.
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
You bore me with your flash wording
Scrumptious rhyming
Before my eyes words must dress in illusions
Before I come with the right conclusions
You try to impress me - but I'm gifted
With the finest sense of beauty and reasons
In the end they choose poems
With lucid grammar that match the seasons
Such pedant content I dis approve.
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Pourquoi?
To write with careful style is the essence of the thing.
Poems are fun stories that you're supposed to sing.
You can break stories up with no specific timing,
But personally I prefer the ones with chosen structured rhyming.
Without such imagery a poem is closer to just prose,
Though I'm probably just a scrub, we can't all be Edgar Allen Poes.
Nonetheless, I will persist
In my elementary school way
Sorry if that makes you pissed,
But I still wish you a good day.
Herbal_Poultice_Deck_Wins
Rules Advisor
This is my dream.
My goal? A pen, a chisel.
Into the earth, I'll carve my name.
Upon the moon, I'll draw thy face.
And together, my three muses
Your love, the moon and my legacy:
A trio of hollow, distant ecstasies.
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Cold Insights
Today is a cold winter day
Here where I live
Such a winter day, as silver as gray.
I have no December rhymes in tune
Because in Brazil winter arrives in June
This grim season
is not as harsh as you would think
but still bites
the bleak winds and the cracking of frost
are enough for me to stay indoors
I'm delighted to see the white painting
but a gleam of sun is all I want
Climate changes
Always inspiring
Will it snow? I don't know
High and low
Poet and passerby
Astronomer and photographer
Winter makes me quite the philosopher
Warning for Censor Evasion -Talore
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The thunder of raindrops startles me every time I hear it.
It isn't the violence of the rainstorm, it's the sound,
the startling need for attention that the sound signifies,
how mature suddenly speaks up and says "I am here".
And If I've remembered to bring it,
I extend my umbrella
as a shield against the rain,
or as a shelter for my vision
so I can see the falling bits of water ripple into the pavement around me
like falling bodies out of tall towers
and collapse into all-encompassing puddles that seep into my shoes
and that I can jump and splash around in, making the water fly to and fro.
Water was never so interesting. It's like clouds.
When you lay in the grass in a park,
(feeling silly on a clear day)
and look up and try to see what's there.
There's nothing ... but there could be something. Eventually.
So you keep looking.
Stare harder, cross your eyes.
There are pictograms everywhere.
Underneath you there are bugs creating a latticework of supply chains,
and people [always more people],
and dirt.
Run your hand through it, just to see if you're alive
or if you've collapsed into the dirt yourself, becoming one with its brownness.
Above you there are universes and stars and planes and birds and more bugs [always more bugs] and people [always more people!].
And there are dreams. Crazy things, yearnings, broken melodies followed in the dead of night and played on instruments that don't exist,
broken feelings and empty shapes turned sideways
just to be understood,
analyzed to death -
because we can do that now.
I never remember to bring my umbrella anywhere. Even if I did, I wouldn't be able to hold it upright
while laying down on the grass
or on a bench
or in a puddle.
And I lay down
so I can see the sky crying,
the message meant for me and me alone
written in grand gestures
that slink down to my very core.
And when I closed my eyes for the final time
I was water,
flowing into vessels
and changing my shape to match.
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
I live to dream
Not Martin Luther King
But sloth
To sink through the floor
Down the rabbit hole
Into a wondrous state of mind
Unrealistic reality
So dislocated
From the world above the ground
But in dreams
This all seems so natural
You just assume
That you're not below
But above.
Awake.
So when I'm dreaming
I live to dream
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I took the Governor's Warfield
the other day, and saw the shadows
of those branches cast
by the streetlights. They flailed
in the wind, like effigies
shaken by shamans. I remembered
how slow you used to drive
through this way, under
the speed limit, as the road caved down
like a cup, and you
looking at the shapes of light, carved
by the leaves. You used to imagine
this road was made by something larger
than a house, that could only crawl,
came and went, leaving
only this mark left
in our world. It reminded me
of that time in spring
when we hung lanterns over
the limbs of cherry trees, waiting
until night, to unroll the blankets,
make the tables, sit
on our knees, and have lunch
with you at mid-moon
in your formal, and I
in my black coat, you
bowing, and I, greeting,
"Hello."
Beautiful, grand, massive
and elegant- it's muscles
worthy of a thousand paint-
ings. It can run sixty miles
an hour, and jump a dozen yards.
There is nothing it cannot catch,
it cannot kill.
Imagine the hunt;
it sprints across the plains,
powerful hind legs carry it
like a bullet, straight and
impossible to outpace.
It charges, leaps, bites,
feeds, breeds, leaps, kills
and repeats the cycle.
It is unstoppable, by wind
or rain or dust a mile thick-
It is God in practice,
if not on paper.
Then it meets the gazelle.
No matter how hard it tries,
the lion cannot catch it.
It cannot kill
the gazelle. The lion leaps,
and bites, scratches and breaks
the very earth as it dances across
that barren, cruel stage of the hunt.
But the lion cannot catch it.
The hunt continues.
The lion cannot win.
The gazelle cannot stop.
Four months on, they
Find a burning wood-
The forest is more a
coffin than a home now,
but they plow on and into
the future; destiny
and a decision. They leap
ahead, and do not stop,
do not rest, and do not care,
even as the paper and practice
burn.
A log comes down.
Imagine, a lion.
It's mane, charred and ruined
It's hind legs, mangled,
useless and dead,
It cannot run,
can barely breathe,
but can feel.
It can feel the sun,
inhaling its shame.
It can feel the rain,
beating on his painful,
burnt, lame excuse
for a leg.
It can see the gazelle,
long since burnt,
and cast to the wind.
And even as it roars in pain,
hungry, alone, broken-
The Lion has killed it's prey.
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I am not invasive
not the invasive one.
I lay on the regolith
harvested out of sky
eclipsed
noises like animals clawing at air
eating at light
frothing rabidity
socketed between mountains
illumination throughout my veins
trellis of grey
the earthen chimneys
pooling oil
in ammolite atlases
spring pools
flesh digging through day
ubiquity
My nausea is eskimoed here in my soft hips
nodes of melody
eaten away grown sadness
i have crawled through his eyes
he saw nothing but me
tunneling out
I saw nothing but I
wanted to
soft map
undoutedly I will regret
what you would have done
had you not
been underneath me.