First, I’d like to apologize for being inconstant with dates and submissions. Sometimes I have too much work to do and I end up neglecting the contest.
Second, let’s enjoy Poetry!
Third, there is a new participant, Cold Crush! Welcome!
Vote for the poem(s) you feel is the best (up to two). Remember to adhere to the "Honor Code" when voting.
While it is understood there is no absolute means to monitor the intent of a vote, we ask each PRC participant to exercise integrity when voting out of respect for the contest:
- Please give each poetry submission an equal opportunity in attaining your vote.
- Please read, or at least skim, all the entries before voting.
- Please do not vote for your friends just because they're your friends.
The Poetry Running Contest puts good faith in its participants to act in an honorable manner.
Contestants, remember, you are required required to vote (and you can't vote for yourself)!
Wow, I should have reconsidered entering 228 after reading Blippy's poem, but for some reason I submitted anyway. This is the first time I've only voted for one poem, and it's not because I only liked one or thought that the others were poorly wirtten, but I believe Blippy's poem deserves to win this week. Voting for any other poems increases the likelihood that will not happen. Maybe it's a breach of etiquette, but I stand by my decision.
The pace, the word choice, the structure, the raw emotion reigned into coherent thought, it's unsurpassed by any other poem this week. Congratulations to Blippy, even if he doesn't win this week, he wrote one helluva poem.
mmmf. I probably should have kept hair as it was before but I wanted to do writerish things with it so I did a lot:
so the rhyme scheme is A[]CBC, B[]BCA, following the thematic theme of the piece of something missing in both stanzas. the depression is long and picks up an extra syllable that I lose in the fourth line of the second stanza, but other than that [by design] they rhyme and syllablize [:P] perfectly. bed/stead/head, from resting to active; to/to[heh]/through, again, but the activity is contained, is ethereal [head, and through, not within]. the hair obviously symbolism for sadness or mourning, sort of a cloak. and the hair crying signifying rain, gloom.
shoulders level with the neck, signifying weakness but not able to talk about it anymore, resigned to sadness. 'can't think to die.'
and ofc, can't think to die, can't think to sacrifice myself with her, but also, can't think to empathize, in a way. can't stand to be around it. have to distance.
the hair, a veil, the hair ...
... anyways, yeah. my point is, i am a fan of myself! self adulation weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
here was the second draft:
if i would cry
but can't because
of all those things i learned
when my mother
lying on her deathbed
told me not to
could i have my hair cry instead?
so much of it is on me,
everywhere,
my body a writhing mess of hair
just like my brain is of despair
and i look at it while it moves and think,
"this is when i'll shave it all off,"
and then sit in my chair for hours,
and forget to feel,
just like i did fifteen years ago
those little pains all multiply
so many bodies lie
my hair's still wet and soaking to
my shoulders with depression,
and i wish i could follow it but
my brain can't think to die
I really only liked Talore's this week. I voted for Blippy's, but I think it was just because of Ophidian Eye's defense, now that I consider it.
And voting for one poem alone is perfectly valid.
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
First, I’d like to apologize for being inconstant with dates and submissions. Sometimes I have too much work to do and I end up neglecting the contest.
Second, let’s enjoy Poetry!
Third, there is a new participant, Cold Crush! Welcome!
Here are the Poetry submissions for this week:
Untitled “Another Day Another Pain” by Blippy the Slug
Breakfast with my Father by Ophidian Eye
Hair by Preve
Untitled by Talore
The Final Kiss by Cold Crush
Say Nothing by Crusible
Vote for the poem(s) you feel is the best (up to two). Remember to adhere to the "Honor Code" when voting.
While it is understood there is no absolute means to monitor the intent of a vote, we ask each PRC participant to exercise integrity when voting out of respect for the contest:
- Please give each poetry submission an equal opportunity in attaining your vote.
- Please read, or at least skim, all the entries before voting.
- Please do not vote for your friends just because they're your friends.
The Poetry Running Contest puts good faith in its participants to act in an honorable manner.
Contestants, remember, you are required required to vote (and you can't vote for yourself)!
Happy voting!
special thanks to sentimentgx4 for the sig
Pourquoi?
The pace, the word choice, the structure, the raw emotion reigned into coherent thought, it's unsurpassed by any other poem this week. Congratulations to Blippy, even if he doesn't win this week, he wrote one helluva poem.
so the rhyme scheme is A[]CBC, B[]BCA, following the thematic theme of the piece of something missing in both stanzas. the depression is long and picks up an extra syllable that I lose in the fourth line of the second stanza, but other than that [by design] they rhyme and syllablize [:P] perfectly. bed/stead/head, from resting to active; to/to[heh]/through, again, but the activity is contained, is ethereal [head, and through, not within]. the hair obviously symbolism for sadness or mourning, sort of a cloak. and the hair crying signifying rain, gloom.
shoulders level with the neck, signifying weakness but not able to talk about it anymore, resigned to sadness. 'can't think to die.'
and ofc, can't think to die, can't think to sacrifice myself with her, but also, can't think to empathize, in a way. can't stand to be around it. have to distance.
the hair, a veil, the hair ...
... anyways, yeah. my point is, i am a fan of myself! self adulation weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
here was the second draft:
if i would cry
but can't because
of all those things i learned
when my mother
lying on her deathbed
told me not to
could i have my hair cry instead?
so much of it is on me,
everywhere,
my body a writhing mess of hair
just like my brain is of despair
and i look at it while it moves and think,
"this is when i'll shave it all off,"
and then sit in my chair for hours,
and forget to feel,
just like i did fifteen years ago
those little pains all multiply
so many bodies lie
my hair's still wet and soaking to
my shoulders with depression,
and i wish i could follow it but
my brain can't think to die
And voting for one poem alone is perfectly valid.
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
special thanks to sentimentgx4 for the sig
Pourquoi?
Crusible is the winner of Round 228! Congratulations1
special thanks to sentimentgx4 for the sig
Pourquoi?