Metaphorical Contest

Closed

Wirte me a poem that is completely metaphorical to love.

You can not use the word love in your poem
there can not be mention of a person or people. being in love.

for an example you can look at my poem (Pumpkin Juice)

it is lost love.

You can make it a sad love poem; happy love poem or what ever you like.

Due Date will be April 6th.

Prizes

1st prize- 5r/r/c
2nd prize 4r/r/c
3rd prize 3r/r/c
4th prize 2 r/r/c
everyone else 1r/r/c

Note to all contestants: I am currently 37weeks pregnant and expecting my baby any time before easter now but i promise you i will comment on your work. IF BY CHANCE i do not comment by April 20th then i will double the amount of comments i was initially supposed to give you.

--Terra

Turn Off the Stars

Free into the world underneath
Into the world rarely seen
Into the world of true life
Search can not find in the light
Come when the moon can excite
Come when the moon and sun meet time

(Chorus)
Please turn off the stars in the sky
Turn off the sun it's too bright
Darkness is best covered in moonlight
Please stop the wind in the trees
Stop the churning of seas
Listen to the midnight's heartbeat
Turn off the stars, turn off the stars

Echo these words bounce off and on
Into the midnight sun
Don't you hear its call of response
Beauty that which intoxicates
Can't be explained during day
It just tricks and taunts

(Chorus)
Please turn off the stars in the sky
Turn down the sun it's too bright
Darkness is best covered in moonlight
Please stop the wind in the trees
Stop the churning of seas
Listen to the midnight's heartbeat
Turn off the stars, turn off the stars

Please, please
Turn off the stars
Turn off the light
Turn off the stars
And make sure it's alright
Turn off the stars
Turn off the light
Turn off the stars
And make sure it's held tight

Turn off the stars
Turn off the light
Turn off the stars
And make sure your alright
Turn off the stars
Turn off the light
Turn off the stars
And make sure it's held tight

(Chorus)
Please turn off the stars in the sky
Turn down the sun it's too bright
Darkness is best covered in moonlight
Please stop the wind in the trees
Stop the churning of seas
Listen to the midnight's heartbeat
Turn off the stars, turn off the stars

(RKD)

A hollow tree lingers in the forest
(Silent)
Nobody hears it fall
Empty carcass
No one can tell
That there was once life

Life escaped it
The bare branches shake
Everything diminished
A scarred shrub

For whosoever gave it life
Has taken the leaves
And left but a stump
On the the hollowed tree's scars

Creatures crawl throughout
Leaving hands on bump and knot
Deteriorating
What was left
Of the carcass

Now
The remnant
Is broken art
Since H-E left

Perhaps the blooms shall die this winter,
leaving specks of dust to remember
all the times the rain did fall,
and when the sunshine gave it's all.

maybe just a while longer
and the stems would have rot away.
but it seems the frost never once,
gave this bed the time of day.

pronounce the buds of late july,
too weak to stand a chance.
following in footsteps
that have never learned to dance

through-out the days of heated summer,
so many times they've fallen down -
drowned within the water,
dead for moments, smothered for some
and perhaps the blooms shall die this winter,
but their precious colors shine with the sun.

Well as you all know. I'm expecting any day now... i have all your poems printed off and i will be going through them tonoght hopefully.

If i do not have the results posted by the 20th i believe i said, you all will be recieving double the comments on your poems that is stated.

SO DON'T PANIC IF I DON'T GET TO EM RIGHT AWAY ;-) lol.

I won't forget about you guys. thanks for entering

<3 Terra

Roses/Last Nights Rain

The dark gloomy night,
is carefully guided by the moon.
As the glimmering glaring sun rises,
you have your first fill just before noon.

The evening blows its winds,
as the grass clothes the earth.
Although life leads to death,
we are blessed for every birth.

The trees whisper to the birds,
as they drip from last nights rain.
Fireflies flicker in the bushes,
where the peace and mist remain.

The reflections in the water,
and the damp moisture on every stone.
There are dead roses in the backyard,
as if neglected and left alone.

The trees remain intently silent,
as the birds singly fly away.
The fireflies keep to rest,
as the shimmering sun refuses to stay.

Day is now night,
and the air is filled with fog.
The trees are sadly falling,
and used for a fire wood log.

The roses are dead,
there's just way too much pain.
I should have seen this coming,
The pain from last nights rain.

Sence i still haven't judged the contest i will accept your poem too... although the contest was previously closed.

i promise i have not forgot about you guys! I had my baby and haven't had time to come on and judge yet...

As promised everyone will get double comments on their poems as soon as i have time to stay on here more then 5 minutes

<3 Terra