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Periodic Poetry Contest - Theme: Touch of Truth (Page 390, due Jan. 28)

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Posted Dec 31, '12 at 2:29pm

nichodemus

nichodemus

12,166 posts

Knight

This weeks contest is doing exceptionally well....

It's just us recycling our 2012 best poems.

 

Posted Dec 31, '12 at 5:08pm

jeol

jeol

3,565 posts

It's just us recycling our 2012 best poems.

Sad, but true.

I can't remember everything I wrote this year, but I'm assuming it's anything, even outside of contests? Anyways, symbolist poem from World History class.

It Stood

Standing firm, standing tall;
Ominous in disguise, royal in apathy,
Erect in stature
Stood It.

Trumpet blasts, blaring call;
Tried and true in resilience,
And yet silent
Stood It.

Metallic stink, reeks enthrall;
Stench for sure, spice of pleasure,
An essence of wonder
Stood It.

Full of everything, empty of all;
Used for anything, yet not exhausted,
Not unprecedented
Stood It.

 

Posted Dec 31, '12 at 8:23pm

Maverick4

Maverick4

3,707 posts

I've had too much to drink tonight;
Too much has made me blind.
Some how I never see the light,
This lonely way I wind.
But I hurt myself, bleed myself,
Drain until I resemble the colors of the sea:
Imperfect harmony.

But still I'd wait in line for this.
I'll always wait in line for this.
__________
From meh thread. :3

 

Posted Dec 31, '12 at 10:56pm

nichodemus

nichodemus

12,166 posts

Knight

Globalisation

A perennial gale of creative destruction,
As astutely claimed by Schumpeter,
Heralding a redefition of foundations,
Brazenly he sallies forth, our trumpeter.

See the haughty French Connoisseur,
Sniff and quaff nouveau American liquor,
His plump oriental Turkish neighbour,
Plants a splendid Christmas douglas fir.

See the proud Chinese gentleman,
Quietly order a hamburger for his son,
Right behind the hunched British war veteran,
Chewing sagely on exotic herbal medicine.

See the spiffily dressed Iranian banker,
Sweating over his Russian grammar,
His friend the buoyant Mexican pastor,
Hums a pop song, tapping his fingers.

Wave away those parochial purists,
The world is not a rigid copper mould,
Checked by hysterical moralists,
Each lacking a sophisticated soul.

For culture embraces and not shuns,
Dynamic people bouncing off ideas,
Behold, it encompasses everyone,
Yes, even that insular deacon.

There is naught a single save haven,
An isolated community or mighty nation,
Concrete and staunch enough to withstand,
This evolving marvel's outstretched hands

 

Posted Jan 2, '13 at 1:29am

Parsat

Parsat

1,810 posts

Thanks for the submissions! I have a lot of stuff to read now. Happy new year, and may the muses ever inspire you!

 

Posted Jan 2, '13 at 7:39am

nichodemus

nichodemus

12,166 posts

Knight

Safe haven*

:P Grammar.

 

Posted Jan 8, '13 at 8:53am

nichodemus

nichodemus

12,166 posts

Knight

Parsat, oh Parsat!

 

Posted Jan 8, '13 at 12:58pm

EmperorPalpatine

EmperorPalpatine

5,011 posts

I'd be getting yelled at and fired by now if it took me over a week to judge the Haiku Contest. It's a good thing people are lenient about this one.

 

Posted Jan 8, '13 at 7:44pm

Salvidian

Salvidian

3,950 posts

I'd say because Parsat has an excuse. He doesn't show as often. :P

 

Posted Jan 8, '13 at 8:35pm

kirks011

kirks011

181 posts

My poem is a Haiku..

Haikus are easy,
however, mine don't make sense.
refridgerator.

[i]if you saw something i made similar to this in the haiku forum, it was meant to be similar, i just changed a bit up.