Poetry Contest May 2009

Greetings and salutations. First of all I'd like to thank you for participating last month. There were a lot of enjoyable poems to read.

On to this month's winner then. First place goes to Fayt-Harkwind because his way of connecting the four elements was simply brilliant. It was amazing how could say so much with so few words. Kudos to you!

This month's contest is a little...different. There is no theme this time. Write about anything you please BUT your poem has to contain the words rope, wind and kingdom. All three of them. Next month we'll see how well you could work with this.

 

Congrats Fayt.

I'm really intrigued with the decision to require specific words because it will garnish a new thought process and allow new themes. I think I just may try and enter something this month.

 

interesting. I think I'll be entering this one

 

Congrats, Fayt.

I never knew he was a poet, and I guess he knew it. :]
And great job to everyone else that entered. <3

 

I'm actually surprised I won.

Heres my bundle of gibberish for this time.

Negative positivity

Strung to the melody,
A river of ill thoughts flows.
The corruptions rope together,
and plumet down the falls,
while picked up by the wind.

The heart shatters,
a royal pain indeed.
A kingdom of heartache and sorrow.

 

cool!
can i enter this one?

Ying & Yang reposted from my DeviantART

There is always a way
to find it again,
it may be far, but it's not gone.
It's hides and comes back every now and then,
but sometimes it slowly fades away.
the people who follow it perish,
the people who avoid it fall apart.
but the other half of it is the part that kills the person.
they can not be without the other,
you can't be with the light,
your heart cannot be fully clean
you can't be with the dark,
cause your heart is always there to bring the light back.

Ying and Yang they call it.
one half to another half.
love and hate
right and left
wrong and right
light and dark..

everything needs it's other half,
if the other half is gone
the half you are with dies,

so no matter what
if you think you have lost you light you havn't!

there is always light at the end of the tunnel
find it
let the darkness follow you
unless you choose your fate to be ugly

 

Well done, Fayt ~



I look back on my life
Past lies and deceit
I remember my kingdom
The whole world at my feet

I stand on my chair
Rope loose around my throat
Feet ready to kick back
With Death I shall devote

I've forgotten the world
All the trees and the skies
The feel of the wind
The sound a dove cries

Lonely I die
I once sat on my throne
Then the noose tightened
Now remembered in stone

 

Well done Fayt! [:

Once I held my head up high,
Once the world was kind.
Once this kingdom was mine,
Once I held a twinkle in my eye.

Now I hold you close,
Your heartbeat close to mine.
I gave up my throne,
For you,
I gave up my shrine.

I will give up anything,
For you, I know I will get roped along,
I will write you a sweet sonnet,
I shall sing you a harmonious song.

No matter what we do,
We are in this to the end.
Whether we be passionate lovers,
Or merely the best of friends.

I will always hold that love for you, my darling, my all.
​

 

'Kay, so here's my super deep poem.

The King's New Toy

The jolly old King
Standing exposed
Gazed at his slave
In a provocative pose

A well-strung rope
Held the woman in place
As the king imagined something
Appearing on her face

The wind at his back
Seemed to push him straight ahead
As he landed on her
The grass was their bed

Yes, they were outside
The whole kingdom saw it all
As their beloved, wrinkled ruler
Let out a primal call

It was not of anger
Nor was it of pain
No, this intense yell
Was because of... his lower veins

As he let out these noises
These roars of great pleasure
The people knew most definitely
That they would have to take drastic measures

It was a miracle really
Like a wizard's "Abra kadabra"
That the king's actions were halted
When the people took his Viagra

 

This is a very odd poem I made some time ago in school. I may as well enter it for a shot in the dark.

The Navigator

Behold the Navigator
His airship of steel
The engines a blur at the turn of a wheel

Behold the Navigator
His rope of strong lead
Leading his crewmen ahead and ahead

Behold the Navigator
Empowering the wind
His soaring spirit; never dimmed

Behold the Navigator
His kingdom adrift
Buffeted by winds; the currents as they shift

Behold the Navigator
His conquest of Fear
Of and itself, and what he holds dear

Behold the Navigator
And his final breath
Relinquishing himself to the embrace of Death

 

Well, let me figure this theme (or lack thereof) out, and I'll be right back with a poem. I'm actually going to put some thought into this one.

 

Inside the Kingdom of Nightmares

In the cold darkness,
I feel nothing,
In this kingdom of nightmares,
I feel a strange sense of peace,

The door hangs open,
But I do not wish to escape,
There’s nothing that bounds me here,
Not even the ropes of my existence,

The dark is comforting,
I feel no need to see the sun,
I’m content sleeping here,
With the icy winds of nothingness never letting up,

There may be a light,
But I don’t need it,
You can keep you warm light of happiness,
I’d rather know what living really is;​

 

~The Winds of May

The winds of May
that dance around my kingdom
The winds of everyday
that rope you closer to me to escape your boredom

The winds of tomorrow
show you sorrow
The winds of today
that promise everything will be okay

The winds of May
dance around my kingdom
and show you freedom.​

 

The lost ones
They walk, they run.
They stop only to eat or sleep... their mission?
To get to the forbidden kingdom of course.
But they strayed from their path.
Curious at the peculiar creatures running away...
They fiinally reached a wood.
Completely lost.
They run, they run.
They ride the wind but they cant find their way...
Their gory demise has not yet been reached yet nobody will know what became of them.
Nobody but me...The only survivor.
We ran with the wind...Feeling scared...Lost in a dark wood.
The next thing I knew we were bound by ropes.
Robbers...Of course we had nothing to give so tey talked I managed to get free but the others had already been shot...I had to run away from th dead bodies of my only friends...
I still search for the kingdom of which we were headed but I hadn't the map...So thats how my friends became the lost ones...
Yet their ghosts appear every full moon and everything is merry...
Its like they never died sometimes...
But this is all just a childrens tale...
In the real story this is just the beginning...
Anyway far ye well children.

 

The Cold Rain
The storm blows in
The sky grows dark
With cold rain
The kindom fades
As evil takes it away

The the rope snaps
As the wind blows hard
All the souls fade away
As the wind grows cold
The window breaks
As the wind slows

The kingdom fades
As the clouds bring the darkness
To take us away
The cold wind is't helping the fire

As the Fire is raged
The kindom fades away
That means another wind blows
As the last person knows
It will all start over agian
Starting with that cold rain​

 

Smiling
Subtly
Like the sun
On the snow

The rope
Entwined with
Ribbons
Tight on my
Bare neck

The chains
Binding me
To walls
Of bones
And ashes

I love
I lose
I'd give her
My world
If only
I had one
To give

And
I love
Like fresh fruits
Picked from
A strawberry vine
Or
A lemon tree

Soft wind
Blowing
She dances
I hear
Singing
Sweet
Lullabyes
Charms and
More chains

No love like this
Can last
Any longer
I must
Break
The chains
Cut
The rope
Free
The kingdom
Of my mind
Of my soul​

 

This contest is over, people. I'll post the results and the next contest up shortly. :)

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