Poetry Contest March 2009

CtR can't host this month's poetry contest, so I have been given the honour to do it for her. This contest is as official as the ones before, so give it your best this month too. ;) I'll try my best to host it right.

February's winner is robert the yogurt with Midnight Promise. We loved the tenderness and delicacy of this poem, and the courage of revealing an actual name and feelings straight from the heart.
Destined and mrsbaggins came close and are decided the runner-ups.
Congratulations to you all, and we hope that you will enter other contests in the future too!

EDIT: Sorry robert. :p

This month's theme is Hell. Interpret it in any way you please. :)
Deadline: 31st March
Results: 2nd April

Good luck! And see you around!
(That went alright, right?) :unsure:

 

Styx, you'll make a fine host Im sure. xD



Hell, eh? Intresting...


I walk the streets of this barren world
Rivers parched and homes aflame
I wander under thunderous skies
watching children despair for cooling rain
I swim through seas of terror and death
Bloody murders and scorching pain
I watch the damned drown in their sorrow
Hoping I shall not feel the same

Hell; abode of the sinful
What did I do to deserve such a life?
Burning, burning, but then I stop to look.
This is just earth; our planet is in strife.
Just hell on earth, thats all it seems
The only utopia is in our dreams.

 

Me? Well unexpected but still awesom Thanks judges! And the name is WITHOUT the h in yogurt...It just isn't right with a h. Oh and Styx your hosting was fine. Your just as good as CtR^_^. Forgot to metion that XD

The Waonders Of Hell​

All you religious people.
You may be thinking that you can go to hell or you can go to heaven.
I beleive that sastan gives mercy.
I beleive Heaven is the begining.
Hell is the chance to redeem ourselves.
I do not beleive it is good and evil.
I beleive its just a test.
A bet with extreme rules.
If you fail at heaven hell gives you another chance.
If you fail at hell Then your soul gets to try again with no memories.
If there is a hell then this must surely be that place.
A place where death can happen.
The nice people that die naturally are those that get to go to heaven.
The naughty people that get murdered or die of cancer are doomed to try again in hell.
Tut tut I think my friends wilol lose.
I might lose aswell...It depends what naughty or nice is.
I care for everything, I never fight, I love my worst enemys.
How did I end up in hell again?
Perhaps satan cheats.
Maybe the devil STEALS the good citizens of heaven for a bonus.
Whatever the weather hell isn't all bad.
My true love is here.
My best friends ever are here.
You are here.
There are tree's and flowers amongst us no matter how much we destroy.
This is all I ask from hell and hell provides.
Hell can give us what we need and some things we want.
Yet followers of god are afraid.
Whos to say god isn't as bad?
I don't mind either way somebody breaths life into this otherwise dreadful place.
I live here and perhaps maybe try out heaven again...Just to see.
Hell is my life right now, hell is my provider and I gladly accept, now just pne more sentence...
THANK YOU SATAN!

 

Design to deceive

Burning water to seal your 'Fayt'.
Cutting sky to rain on your parade.
Tearing ground to weaken your dreams.
I am your nightmare.
God of Death,
Deathscythe Hell.
Gundam.

 

Congratulations Robert. That was a very wonderful poem to read. <3


Heart of Sin
I'm down to my last shot.
I can feel my hand throbbing
Around the handle. the barrel
Of the handgun, is pointing at
My heart. my heart of sin.

This time, i'll do it
I'll finally end this life that dreads
Me so... maybe this life screwed
Up on me. my decision to pull the trigger
Would save me from myself

Maybe depression can leave it's eternal
Reward to me. eternal, in the depths of
Hell, with no sign of heaven. my
Reward is my solution - death.

No chickening out now, no going back
This final shot, was not in my favor.
My finger jolted against the trigger,
Awaiting for my destiny, in the bowels of hell.

All throughout my eternal torture, i could hear
The same shot, over and over again. eternal
damnation, and eternal life in the pits of
Hell.

I can no longer take back my word
I can no longer believe what i did
But the only thing i regret, the one
Thing i wish i could always take back

Was my heart of sin

 

Well here's my entry, pretty simple, really:

Dance Me to Hell

I’m sick and tired of formalities.
Here in this waltz, we end that game called life.

As we twirl around the dance floor
Our life is dancing among corpses, the guardians of the door.

When our eyes meet, they shall tell the story
Agony, never-ending
Twirling around the misery.

The intoxicating melody of death
It will be the last dance
You will have ever danced

Scream and tremble as the instruments of the lyre
Will help me accomplish the deadly deed.

As the sweet nectar deludes on the floor
My heart will smile because I will know.

That wherever we go
I can torment you more.

The delightful Lucifer’s voice
Will be the last sound
You will have ever heard

Let me verse it, in a way you can understand:

To hell we go tonight…​

 

A Small Hell For One

A hell that speaks no other,
In loud volumes cascading,
Falling and crashing,
A cacophony of distortions,
Mixing and intertwining.

Pain and suffering,
Brought about,
Within insufferable silence;
No contact, no color,
Only white.

White that runs like forever,
Running within this space,
Within this square,
This small hell,
For only one.

Cries,
Resounding from this place,
This hellish dimension,
Until they quiet down,
Putting themselves out of misery.

 

There are thoughts
Dancing around my head
As I look at every one around me
What are they saying?
What are they pointing at?
Why are they looking at me?

People come up to me
Asking pointless questions
I never know the answer to them
But it keeps itching me...
Hurting me...
Killing me...

The circle begins

Who do you like?​

Is he the best?​

If he asked you out...​

Would you say yes?​

How did you meet?​

Why aren’t you answering me?​

Why wont you talk to me?​

Why are you ignoring me?​

Katerina...​

Katerina?​

KATERINA!!!!!​

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

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This pain can’t be worse
The stinging pain of rumours
I’d rather be in hell right now...
Because its eating me...
Shrinking me...
Taking me...​

 

Good luck everyone <3


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