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Poems for Poetry Contests Writing. Com Ultimate Poetry Contest Alaska Journey (week Eight) A visit Alaska waiting 63 Years finally got there and I felt underwhelmed just too rustic and wild The last frontier and all that Majestic beauty all around me but still would not want to move there at all Yes I would not want to move to Alaska Too damn cold in the winter months Too much summer light all night long Too expensive to live there too wild and rustic nothing there I can see to attract me back Alaska a big Meh Black cats hunting birds Black cats hunting birds Birds fly fast away Away they go sky Why is this the way Mad cats playing in my yard Mad cats playing in my yard The birds fly Away Fleeing the remains of the Day As the cats prowl and become a mad bard The mad cats playing in the yard The birds fly away Fleeing the remains of the Day As the cats prowl and become a mad bard Just another day of fun in the back yard Just more mad cats birds flying away the birds lost as they pray that the cats will never leave the yard the mad cats playing in my yard Donald Trump Donald Trump Just another Trump President for Life As America falls under his knife Form of the Week Rei Black cats hunting birds Birds fly fast away Away they go sky Why is this the way Mad cats playing in my yard The birds fly Away Fleeing the remains of the Day As the cats prowl and become a mad bard The mad cats playing in the yard The birds fly away Fleeing the remains of the Day As the cats prowl and become a mad bard Just another day of fun in the back yard Just more mad cats birds flying away the birds lost as they pray that the cats will never leave the yard the mad cats playing in my yard Aquarian Form Dec 18, 2019 Coffee Sweet as Heaven But hot as hell itself Love It Lion Desires Lion Desires Punnett Form Dark Dreamscape Entry Lion Wild Beast In Dark jungle Finally emerging to hunt At dawn Hungry For breakfast Human-meat Dark Dreamscape I woke up In a room With a hideous monster Walking me like a dog In the room Were monsters from the deepest depths of hell Everyone in the room Has been transformed except me The Chief of them all Wears a Trumpian mask Complete with orange hair Half human half pig His deputy Wears the face of Putin But his body Half human, half horse The other creatures wear masks Many of them wear Green Pepe the alt-right Symbolic frog masks And have T-shirts Bearing alt right slogans And Nazi symbols And as they prance about They chant alt. Right slogans And neo-Nazi chants Jews will not Replace us And the rest of these creatures Are hideous ugly beasts With only a vestige of humanity left And these monsters are engaged In all sorts of foul evil deeds The Trumpian Pig leads the charge Starts engaging in sodomy with Putin Who chases after people Cutting off their heads with his sword They turn on to their fellow creatures Raping and killing each other and eating their fellow creatures All night long Then they attack me Screaming Jews will not replace us And I wake up Screaming As the sun comes up Just another nightmare The central mystery of my life A dream that has haunted me Dreamt of the girl in the dream One day she walked off a bus And into my life Stormy’s Poetry Contest Anticipation of the dawning day Builds and builds Growing ever stronger As I think of my impending marriage I go out and buy chocolate Look at wedding Flowers Pick my wedding ring with my beloved as we sit and contemplate our future life together Sitting in a bar Listening to violin music Filled with anticipation And fearing that My wedding will be An epic clumsy disaster Form of the week: Shoe Laces" thread on "~ The Poet's Place Cafe~" discussion forum. cats are alien creatures from space cats they truly are mad as a hat from space the buddha cat sits all day long demon escaped banshee playing demon theme song as they fly about like a witch broomstick flying in the air with their side kick Winnie the Pooh Meets the Grimm Reaper For writing.com Dreamscapes contest Winnie the Pooh Meets the Grimm Reaper Short version for the darkscape contest Winnie the Pooh cosmic bear And his sidekick Sammy the Squirrel Were sitting outside after lunch Watching the world go by Saying hello to all their friends Who stopped by to chat The air grew cold A big storm was approaching Winnie looked up And saw a gigantic black bat flying Straight out of hell itself A man dressed in black riding on its back The bat landed Unloading its passenger The man came up to Winnie and said, “Are You Winnie the Cosmic bear?” “that is who I am This is Sammy the squirrel What can we do for you And who are you anyway?” The man dressed in the black robe, Perturbed at this act of defiance Stood up and raised his scythe in the air and said to Winnie and Sammy, “I am the Grimm Reaper Sent from the heavens Per our rules and regulations And it is time for you” “But I am not ready to go Lots of things to do People to meet Honey to eat” “Mr. Bear you are on my list See here you are” and showed him the list Winnie looked at the list And demanded to see a lawyer Winnie stood up Growled for good measure And ran off into the forest The Grimm reaper caught up to him Grabbed him And threw him On the back of the cosmic bat And flew into the setting sun Poor Winnie was never seen again He was missed Sammy led the wake And all cried all day Hi all, This week's form is a little bit more intricate than our previous two. I have included what the stanza pattern looks like in addition to the explanation. Form: Cywydd llosgyrnog (ku-with los-gear-nog) Number of lines: Down to the individual poet Rules: A 12th century Welsh form written in six-line stanzas. Each stanza is comprised of two lines of eight syllables and a third line of seven syllables. Lines 1 and 2 rhyme and cross-rhyme with syllable 3 or 4 of line 3. This pattern is then followed for the next three lines. Lines 3 and 6 also rhyme. This gives a stanza pattern of: x x x x x x x a x x x x x x x a x x a x x x b x x x x x x x c x x x x x x x c x x c x x x b Dangerous Delusions All Day Dangerous delusions all day I sit by the dock of the bay I sit by the bay with dark thoughts Watching the world walk on by me Watching the beautiful woman Looking at the woman smile at me Strange Cat Watching Me A cat sits on the edge of a bed Watching me watching him Both of us thinking What sort of strange creature this is That has invaded our personal space Upending our daily routines The cat came up to me Staring at me with his soulful eyes Boring into my very soul Looking for answers To these dark fundamental questions The cat smiles a mysterious smile And purrs in contentment Having found an answer of sorts And indicates that we can be friends As long as I know That he is the boss of me And I pet him Acknowledging the time honored Ritual of human cat interaction That dates back to the dawn of time When humans and cats First became aware Of the other Strange creature that shared our planet Form: Rictameter Number of lines: 9 Rules: Rictameter has a scheme similar to the Cinquain. Starting your first line with a two syllable word, you then consecutively increase the number of syllables per line by two. i.e. 2, 4, 6, 8, 10 Then down again, 8, 6, 4, 2. The final line has the same two syllable word you began with. Deep Fakes deep fakes everything fake nothing real is left it is all deep fake and lies everything these days is a damn lie who is behind these deep fakes these days no doubt the Russians are to blame the Republican Party democrats too Deep Fakes Form: Rictameter Number of lines: 9 Rules: Rictameter has a scheme similar to the Cinquain. Starting your first line with a two syllable word, you then consecutively increase the number of syllables per line by two. i.e. 2, 4, 6, 8, 10 Then down again, 8, 6, 4, 2. The final line has the same two syllable word you began with. Deep Fakes deep fakes everything fake nothing real is left it is all deep fake and lies everything these days is a damn lie who is behind these deep fakes these days no doubt the Russians are to blame the Republican Party democrats too Deep Fakes Dangerous Delusions All Day Dangerous delusions all day I sit by the dock of the bay I sit by the bay with dark thoughts Watching the world walk on by me Watching the beautiful woman Looking at the woman smile at me |
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#30. watching the impeachment drama in Mongolian meter
ID #971052 entered on December 6, 2019 at 2:58am
#18. wicked witch of the west contemplating end of time
ID #968100 entered on October 19, 2019 at 12:22am |
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