Metaphor poem contest

  • deadly sun
    14 years ago

    You must write a poem that describes an object without mentioning it. The object can be anything physical although feel free to try other things too. Winner will be the poem with that describes the object in the most descriptive/unique way although it should make sense.

    Rules of contest
    -Should be an actual object, but exceptions can be made.
    -Should be no longer then 150 words, but exceptions can be made.
    -Must have the object either as last word in poem or backwards after it as to not give it away before reading.
    -Rhyming ones will have slight merit over others.
    -Enjoy yourself as much as possible:)

    winner will receive rating and comments on 2 of their choice and 1 of mine.
    2nd will have rating and comments on 1 poem of their choice and 1 of mine.
    3rd will have rating and comment on 1 poem of their choice.
    If I find any really interesting though I shall go and check out your other poetry=).

    Have fun.

  • deadly sun
    14 years ago

    Iforgot to mention that the dead line is on the 10th of august lol.

  • Avrii Monrielle
    14 years ago

    I used to wonder what it was
    an intense desire to let somebody live
    the way my mother and father prayed
    to the good Lord, oh they prayed for him to give
    a second chance to me, an unborn baby.

    So here I was, a child of intense jealousy
    as my mother suckled me and my brother
    tore through and created a feeling of intensely
    strong hatred I couldn't quench.
    He had taken the attention away from me.

    I was just a child, and inch by inch
    I grew in school and was by far intelligent
    Played on the jungle gym and watched on a bench
    As my best friend cried and I was laughing
    Too insensitive to understand the cinch

    Became a teenager, my wrists were itching
    Wondering how long until I could relax and die
    I had the intense desire for dying
    The black and red poster board way.
    I woke up and fell asleep every night, crying.

    One day, one day... I heard someone say
    I was too pale, and I turned to look and behold
    The voice did not go away.
    There was somebody who had noticed me
    And I grew attached to this day.

    I eventually came to see
    I would cry and wonder why I never
    Said a word, and just even maybe
    Because we were only kids I let
    The voice say goodbye, and it left me.

    That voice I will never forget.
    I held a child in my arms,
    Who came and looked at me, and let
    Her smile as I wished her a long life
    And discovered in that single moment

    Love.

  • dollwithafrown
    14 years ago

    I'm not entirely sure if I've done this correctly, but I tried my best. I put the item I'm talking about backwards at the end of my poem.

    Baby Teeth and First Young Loves
    by dollwithafrown

    The air was a slight mixture of
    laughter and suspense,
    when a smile can make a heart melt;
    a picture of fragile innocence.

    And upon the sun rising ,
    flying light upon this day;
    a group of souls together,
    making memories built to stay.

    Scraped knees and broken fingernails,
    a few tears shed down soft cheeks;
    though all it takes is a hug and a kiss
    and the voice when a child speaks.

    Bright colours paint a masterpiece;
    melodies created through sound
    of children dancing lightly
    on the solid summer ground.

    dnourgyalp/krap

  • Kimberley
    14 years ago

    A sweet fragrance that speaks of love
    With the softest petals so intricate
    The colors are delicate but vibrant
    And the over all effect so magnificent

    Small leaves are scattered on the stem
    With thorns so sharp, begging for blood,
    The feelings this beauty of nature brings
    So incredible for what started as a bud

    And like every other thing so beautiful
    After a while it must always wither away
    But even in it's quiet, dark, somber death
    We use it as the words for what we can't say

    ESOR- I chose this because I've gotten a lot of these in my few years. I got red ones when my boyfriend told me he loved me, yellow ones when I was in the hospital, pink ones when my grandfather passed away, white ones when my brother came home from the army and a single dead one from a close friend of mine when I found out my brother had overdosed. I've always been fascinated at how us humans seem to communicate with this flowers. Hope it's good... :P

  • deadly sun
    14 years ago

    These are great so far and everyone is doing a great job =).
    so far i am loving what I've read and each one has created the image of what they are writing about before I've read the subject at the end, so so far so good.

    keep em coming!

  • deadly sun
    14 years ago

    Well for once looks like everyone is a winner:P.
    in 1stdollwithafrown, 2ndfearless, 3rdhearts and although i wish there had been more entries the poems were good that were posted. i will be messaging the winners soon

  • dollwithafrown
    14 years ago

    Thank you so much. :)
    I PM'd you.