Hey there! I’m Lizzy, and I’m hosting this poetry contest! The main objective is to create a consistent rhyming poem. I don’t care what the topic is, just make sure to rate you poem appropriately. I would like to have submissions in by 10/31/2021 23:59 EDT. I might extend that date if I don’t get very many submissions. Here are the prizes:
First place: 200 points and a review from me.
Second place: A gift and a review from me.
Third place: A review from me.
Good luck everyone! May the best poet win!!!
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“your highness” is gender neutral
so if you are ever confused about my pronouns
that’l work
alternatively “your majesty”, “my liege”, and “supreme overlord”
Halloween, The season's queen. A holiday of spooks and frights, Superheroes in long red tights. A chill in the air, The thrill in a dare. A haunted house on cold dark lanes, A mysterious ghost rattles her chains. The lighting of jack-o-lanterns, A wonderful sight. Only the brave go out on Halloween night.
that the powerful play goes on And you may contribute a verse
If you ever need to talk I am here for you<3
"All great change is preceded by chaos" - Deepak Chopra Fight through the chaos, there are good things ahead<333
hi there! this seems fun, i hope i'm not intruding or something,,, (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄ anyway, here's my poem:
Pantoum for the Girl at the Beach
Calypso’s island does not rise, it forms Slowly, debris and detritus build an Unholy landscape. Silently, it mourns. The furred, the flippered, the feathered, and man.
Slowly, debris and detritus build an Asphyxiating tomb for your creatures, The furred, the flippered, the feathered. And man bore into your pores— you get no sutures.
Anguished tomb asphyxiates my creatures: Our lungs fill with smoke and we’re decaying. Bore into my pores— I have no sutures, Listen, listen to our wretched baying.
Our lungs fill with smoke and we’re decaying, While skyscrapers sprout from between your toes. Listen, listen to their wretched baying: Is there just talk in a world full of woes?
Skyscrapers sprout from in between my toes. Who painted that acid portrait of her, Is there justice in a world full of woes? Waves lap at ankles, a pleading whisper.
Who painted that acid portrait of her? Gaia may be a naive little girl: Waves lap at ankles, a pleading whisper. In a dress of smog, she’ll give you a twirl.
And then the moon rises to calm the sea Lulling the little girl Gaia to sleep. Calypso’s island does not rise, it forms Unholy landscape, silently, it mourns.
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I thought it was forever the way I loved you we swore it was forever it was supposed to be true you and I, for always
But our soul was just a broken dream but that's only how it seems It was always meant only an instant you never believed true love, you told me I wished it was forever
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I promise this type of pain only gets worse ~Esmeraya~ she/they
Breathe in, let your ache rest. She wasn't lying about the creak in your bones lest I have been ignored by her through and through; Yes, thank you, cemetery plot. Thank you, old friend. Thank you.
Every day is starting to become a new day-- I have watched you die again and again. No, not that way, this way. Follow my lead. I've watched myself die that way a long time ago. No, thank my grandma, not me. Thank you for the show.
When you have been okay with complicity? Please tell me how to understand you. I need more specificity. I can't thank you enough. I think we're in the thick of this. I don't want to watch you die again. For once, I just want to reminisce.
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Roses are red, violets may be blue just know the queen is looking for you she has come over sea hoping you will agree she needs a new king he needs to be here by next spring
Oh no! Halloween a day of frights kids scream for this night for alleys will be cold but that's only if your bold
so, grab the queen of roses she may give you a fright but truly she is a delight sweet as honey i must say won't even be surprised if she is with the bees
Halloween is her day Join the madness and she will obey
Roses are red violets may be blue its halloween night what a fright!!
Here's my submission! It's been a while since I've done a consistent rhyming poem.
Imperfect
The total of my accomplishments will never be up to standard. When I look back on myself she gets slandered. And if I am to do anything I can't do the first time, it would pound on me like I just committed a crime.
I will never be this perfect picture girl. I want to be as perfect as an artificial pearl. And this is why I don't ever participate in anything I couldn't do when I was eight.
It's greatly disturbing at my lack of being because if I don't do anything I can still be perfect as a perfection addict.
I won't go down by myself, but I'll go down with my friends I'm taking back the life you stole Came a time when every star fall brought you to tears again
A person is more than their experiences, stacked up like stones... Our best moments are the foundations we use to reach for the sky. — Yumi and the Nightmare Painter by Brandon Sanderson
