Hey, I've got a contet. A Poetry Contest! (:
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Thread Topic: Hey, I've got a contet. A Poetry Contest! (:
So I've wanted to make a contest for poetry. State your Name, Age, Name of your poem, and the Genre (free-verse, haiku, sonnet.)
Everyone will get one vote, no voting for your own, and if you submit a poem you must vote for someone else's. Submissions must be made by 1:00 P.M., Monday the 18th of June. Voting must be done by the Thursday of that week.
Have fun! :)
Wow so many mistakes in that title XD
I look around
This ain't right,
It's not as bright,
as it used to be,
Everybodys growin' up,
The only one to stay
Tben I see,
then the light,
Pours into me
I guess this town,
than I thought it would be,
'Cause I found,
Inside of this town,
Mia is Silence Novice:O
I was about to type up a poem, but then I read Carrot's.
Mia, go ahead, everyone has a chance.
You risk something if you risk nothing at all.
You could win, you never know! I love to read others poetry because it's always so much better than my own :)
Zane Is Here Novice[I] As I Look Into Tommrow,
My Heart Fills With Sorrow,
Faster Than A Raging Sea.
You'll Be Gone
Than A Cheetah.
You Don't Need Me.
I Don't Even Think We Were Friends
We May Be Even Enemies.
But I Still Glance At Yesterday
The Day You Used To Love Me
And Today Is Diffrent
But What About Tommrow?
Now You Are Gone.
I Knew You Left When The Sun Stopped Shining.
The Birds Stopped Chirping.
Penut Butter Didn't Go With Jelly.
And Everyone Began To Leave.
So When You Look Into Tommrow,
Remember My Sorrow,
And Come Back One Day.
GTQ Novice[please ignore]
dear santa.. i know its june
but i really really need a wish very soon
somebodys sick and i dont know what to do
and i know if i need something like a toy i always wright to you
but a friend mine mine steven lewis.. you might know him as steve
he's in pain and might not make it to christmas eve..
my wish right now is that he gets a new mom and dad..
cause the ones he has now treat him really bad..
steve is a great friend.. he gave me his bike.. he's really swell
but i dont think the cuts and bruses are because he slipped and fell
i know its not because of a bully at schoot.. cause he dosent have a friend
exept for joey.. but he's only pretend
i went by his house once cause he left his book he was reading
i found him in his bedroom.. and his arm was really bleading
i offered him help cause he was bleading alot
remember him saying it was for a "release" i havent forgot
santa i wish steve had contacts his eyes are really trying
cause everytime i see him his eyes are red.. kinda like he's been crying
i wish he had earmuffs with all the noices at his house i dont thing he can still hear
me and him are neighbores and i can hear the yelling from here[
all the screams he's heard i dont think he can hear a sound
cause everytime i call his name he keeps walking and looking at the ground
his dad must not like the sports team he roots for
cause all i hear is "i hate you, your nothing, what are you even good for?"
i know.. my dads the same way when his football team dosnent win
oh and after school steve sayes dont make me go home.. i "cant take the hitting again"
so santa please take him some where safe,, somewhere he's loved
that place where 'the pain ends" i dont know whats the name its of
but steve would love to go there he talks about that place where nobodys in pain
but nobody else knows about this place cause everyone else would think he's insane
at least thats what he tells me.. cause we talk and invite him to dinner somedays
i wish santa that he had better candy.. cause he gets his candy in some unusal ways
im medicen cabinets, he eats the pills from that strage orange bottle
there left over pills from when i broke my leg at turners hill going down at full throttle
he eats them and i dont know why..
mommy sayed if you take to much you get sick and die
steve eats alot and i get worred its too many
so dad sayed i have to make sure that he dosent eat any
so santa i know the song so i know you can hear me now
so my wish i that you make it christmas but i just dont know how..
my sister sayes the the only thing steve needs in a mirical so i wish for one of those
and i know christmas in the time for miricals like in the movies and the television shows
well i have to go now santa cause steve's parents are starting to yell again
but i take back one wish i made.. cause now me and steve are friends.. .. .. .. ..
i found this letter and read it a year ago
did santa get it?.. i dont know
but obviouslly he didnt cause steven gone
parents beating the kids is just compleatly wrong
i stop believening in santa and christmas and all that skit
im dont ive grown up im out of it
every chrsitmas i look at santa and i scream "why"
and even in the future i see department store santas and i have to stop and cry
i cry like a baby.. just like i am now
so santa im wrighting you a letter for another mirical.. but i dont know how
i dont believe in you but ill give you one more try
cause nothing else is working for me and i need to know why..
santa?.. i dont know if your raindeer have it.. or your magic sack
but this christmas.. please santa.. for anything in the world.. pretty please.. bring steve back..
I dream in darkness
I sleep to die,
Erase the silence,
Erase my life.
Erase the lie
You hide inside
The life you
When you are hiding inside
A small lie, you can easily
Testify your innocence
What would happen if the existence
Was just a lie to make you testify
All the lies you told just to get through the
Day. If you were to vanish from this world,
Where would I belong inside this small and fragile
Design, you call earth? If death was a option, then I would
Choose to loose the life I never wanted in the first place.
Why must you slice and break the silence? The silence was just another
Way to get through this day. I should have known that you were lying
Along, but I was just another nothing
I'm just another person
I'm just another object who gets rejected from this world that you call
All I simply wanted was to fit in,
All I didn't want was not to be token for granted
You broke and stole my heart
The hole that has scars,Is broken and tore a part. You ripped out my heart, with that malice
On your lips. Even if I have a small ripple of blood, dripping down my lips,
What would it take to make you zip up your lips?
^ Woops forgot to state my info.
Name Of Poem: Fagile Hearts
Genre of Poem: Sonnet
Name of peom: Lonely Town
LeahM ExperiencedI'd love to post, but the poetry I've been writing lately is quite good - if I do say so myself. And don't want to risk someone claiming ownership.
Clarissa13 Newbie@GTQ: OMG I loved that!
Hunterizcool JuniorSurprisingly, whoever on GTQ account writes good poetry.
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