Ok .... Once again I am sorry for judging a day later then planned.
I have to tell you, this week was extremely hard because I thought ALL the poems were well written.
OK ...Here are the results for this weeks poetry contest ...
1st Place - nichodemus
Storm in me
The nightmares cloud my thoughts,
All the vicious battles I have fought.
If only you know the turmoil in me,
Give me salvation to set them free.
A psychological rack to play on,
The emotional wave crashes and I am gone.
Swept along by the torrential rain,
I feel fatigued and mentally drained.
It is a storm within my body,
To ride high on regret and folly.
I have tried to make amends,
I fly upon the wings Heaven sends.
A civil war tears my heart apart,
A thousand cruel arrows and barbed darts.
Tossed upon the sharp rocks,
Around me the crows and ravens flock.
If only I had stopped and seen,
The roses red and meadows green.
But it is too late the storm is here,
To rip apart all I hold dear.
It is a storm within my body,
To ride high on regret and folly.
Just forgive me I beg,
I surrender and hold the white flag.
I am drowning in my words,
Just pierce me with the swords.
A coven of witches laugh and cackle,
My fire weakens and crackles.
The eye of a hurricane has no respite,
I lower my head in all your spite.
It is my fault and I know that,
The tempest sprawls me flat.
It is a storm within my body,
To ride high on regret and folly.
I'll give anything to reverse time,
To wash it all away with quicklime.
The gale blows me off my feet,
My confessions all I admit.
I only seek your mercy,
Neither God's nor the Pope's clemency.
I see you smile and come,
Perhaps you'll forgive me for what I've done?
You say I'm silly to think like such,
The friendship worth more and much.
The storm thins to a halt,
They have stopped the assault.
I'll wash this memory clean to nothingness,
There's no point to continue the weariness.
Perhaps it's a stalemate,
Perhaps it's a twist of fate.
But I do not care of the stor'�s end.
I'm just happy that we're still friends.
We have all felt this at one time or another. You made this feeling of inadequacy and intense emotion jump out of the page. Very well done!
2nd Place - zlith
the rain was falling hard as stone
we were in our houses all alone
no one dared to go outside
so much lightning we'd lose our hides
reversal of Noah I presume
so much rain, is that the sun...or the moon
rain was absent for 40 days and nights
we looked out the window and had no sight
all but one was in his house
the gravedigger was digging and getting doused
his back was cut from all the rain
I don't see what he had to gain
he was screaming from the pain so loud I heard him
the sky was releasing its heavy burden
his arms where strong his stomach was thin
he finished the grave then jumped in
I really liked the feeling that I got of being the gravedigger myself. Nicely done!
3rd Place -goumas13
Storm my house
All can hear the thunder rumble
Now is miles away and is humble
But quickly nearer to me comes
Is here next to all our homes
We see a flash of blinding light
We look the clock it should be night
After that comes a strong rumble
The roof starts slowly to crumble
Still more lightning flashes
This one made the old oak tree ashes
I have to run and hide in a safe place
I run to the other room to the fireplace
After a while we hear now no sound
We look at out it's like a battleground
The storm seems to have just ended
Morning came we will not be more grounded
4th Place - thisisnotanalt
Inverted Storm
They are the epitome of cliche
the dystopia and the fear that slays
the subject of fear, a simple storm
despite being so kind and forlorn
the catch-22, the giver of life and death
a product of the air you take in steals your breath
a misunderstood entity
it's shrouded from reality
tainted beauty accepted, deflected
the true essence forgotten, rejected
hidden behind blue sky opaque
any weak excuse you will take
struck pensive thoughtless, just to escape
desperate barrier takes any shape
further quiets the silent
restless peace to the violent
no outlet to feed the electricity
it's released to those in the vicnity
but such a destructive storm is not so quick to clear
for reluctance to see the corpse of what you hold dear
no sight for sunken eyes
no happiness will rise
defeated, tired, rigid and bloody
last bit of resolve battered and muddied
you can't fight, you can't succumb
no point, nothing to run from
it's the the same message hammered into your brain
personality worn from the pounding rain
draw deep from the well of thought
survey the battles you fought
lost in the shock of futility
forced, impaled on stark humility
like reaching to cut the noose right as the gallows are pulled,
shutting the airlock when the torpedo pierces the hull
you're in the tunnel, but you don't see a light
the battle's almost over, but not your plight
a few warriors remain
anger, sadness, and pain
they pervade this wretched battle you stumbled into
unknowingly, unwillingly, no warning in lieu
blood boiling, hurt and lost
burned, the bridges you crossed
unmitigated fury without reason
baseless venom, broken bonds and high treason
you thought they were loved ones
well those people were, once
Suppression of emotion
demotion and promotion
battered and tear-soaked, no mercy from the sky
you're deep is all you know, naught to measure by
minuscule point is dulled further, till there's none left
there's less weight to pull, but there is a greater heft
rusted sheet metal under your skin
current events burn searing like flint
it aches, but you refuse to reconcile
primitive apprehehnsion, like a child
there's a thorn in your side, and you pull it out
another grows in, whatever it's about
the clouds break, down comes the sun
dust settles, see what you've done
it will be a rough journey on a long road
but you can get rid of that lump in your throat
5th Place - adrecka_13
Wind rushing past my face
This has become a dangerous place.
Buildings falling all around
Weighing hundreds of pounds.
Water whirling through the air
To push against it, I wouldn't dare.
Like little needles they land
On my arm and on my hand.
Bright flashing lights
Fly like painful kites
In my tear filled eyes
The light slowly dies
My mind is in a daze,
Everything is in a haze.
My eyes are closing, let me sleep.
Let me slip farther into the deep.
The will to go on has left me
The end of this storm I will not see.
Honorable Mentions - Maverick4, choazmachine, Pixie214, JereN
I would like to say THANKS YOU to everyone that participated in this weeks contest, and if your name wasn't mentioned this week, please keep on trying, and eventually you will see your name placed!
Congrats to all this weeks winners!
Now, for this weeks theme ... this weeks theme is "A Day in the Life ..." . That can be a poem about a day in the life of yourself, friends, family, or how you imagine a day in the life of an enemy, a celebrity, a politician, or anybody else. Just make sure we get the gist of which category or whom you are referencing in your poem. The deadline will be Monday, July 20th.
Good Luck to all of you and Happy poem writing!
