Summer contest- Round 3

Hey contestants :) Sorry about the delay..I was wondering why I haven't received any poems...annndddd then I realized I never even posted round three..hahahaha such a ding bat I am..

So Round 3 is all about nature.....I have three pics of camping in nature here, just pick ONE.

This round you will also have to pick a form...any form of your choosing, I wont limit this.

In this formed poem of the picture of your choosing, I want you to include all FIVE senses.

What do you see? Smell? Hear? Touch? Taste?

Poems due Friday August 2!

Good luck, I know these will be the best!

http://t.wallpaperweb.org/wallpaper/nature/1600x1200/Lakeside_Camping.jpg

http://cf.ltkcdn.net/camping/images/std/116322-425x281-Winter_Camping_Checklist.jpg

http://kkohawaii.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/north-carolina-beach-camping.jpg

Pretty pics!!

Dennis the Menace strikes again!

Always Fiercer every time!

Shoot

Whats up?

Oh Chelsey,
due to this contest, I became like a deerstalker and while at it I shot for the easiest form while not missing my target. So I ended up with a lifeless poem that I am not proud to hand in...

so I guess, I better not shoot for anything else and instead I should just observe...

May be I could redeem myself and instead become like a gardener?

What do you think?

Can we get an extension?

Luce...less metaphors, more english babe.

Turn in what you got! or...

enjoy the extension :)

I'll give all til sunday.

Thanks!

Thanks

Ah just saw this.... thank you as well Chels! Sounds a lot better =)

#1 The Place Where Nature Feels Alive

At the heart of the mountains, a river fresh, tranquil, and calm;
just as placid, serene, and blue skies - where a tint of lament
and remorse in the air is but daintily felt on my palm -
in there, fireflies immerse in a shimmy to brighten my tent
while the trees disappear from my sight with a song from a psalm;
to announce the entrance of our holy and glorious night.

It is there, with the help of a fire, that my soul comes to life
as the spark from the stars soon baptizes my spirit with bliss;
(I feel peace in my mind, I feel nature alive), then it's time
for the rain to awash my regrets with a lavender kiss.
At the heart of the mountains, to live, it's not felt like a crime
It is there, if I could, where I'd spend my every day and night.

** Each line has 15 syllables, and the rhyme scheme is
ababaC dfdfdC.

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#2 Camping with Dragon (stringed tankas)

Spring Break at the beach
me with my young pup, Dragon,
golden retriever,
a seven-month old fluff ball;
such a babe magnet is he!

Bikini clad girls
run their coconut oiled hands
roughly through his fur
fuss over his big brown eyes,
he laps it all up - like me.

Roaring surf frolics
ignoring the chilly air
and freezing water;
youths and pup worship the sun
their excitement keeps them warm.

I brought enough food
but beach bunnies can't resist
his pathetic gaze
yields aromatic burgers,
hands cup beer I slap away.

Boxes blast music
over diesel truck rumbles
screams along the line:
"Ooh, look at the cute doggie!"
his day: canine paradise.

When stars begin trails,
nymphs slip to nylon cocoons;
we trudge to our site
past shadows playing through tents
(advertise quieter games).

Sand, sun, tasty food
fawning, petting, baby talk
tan girls, icy waves,
warm sun: all are still with him,
yet watch him run in his dreams.

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# 3 Drifter [Quadruple Etheree]

North
is where
we swim to,
warm sand tingling
bare feet as salty
breezes brush our necks; wild
berries on our tongues while I
inhale your Amouage- amber,
sandalwood, and smoke our new aura.
Cicadas buzz at twilight, a sunset
of amethyst, as fizzy blue waves
echo serenely. Our tent is
a lit fortress with pillows
and I listen to wind
crooning melodies,
(your rhythmic voice)
though we are
now a
part.

Dreams
doze off
but I stay
outside, rough hands
ready to build home
in a sandcastle, sun
winking goodbye in russet.
Fireflies soon blink and I smell
your rosemary and lavender here,
but a lone kayak pirated your soul.
You left, placing herbs on my chest and
footprints on the ground. I feel like
I've trespassed 'cross the Gobi
desert- parched, endangered,
night is not gracious;
I shiver once,
no arms here
to calm
me.

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#4 Traveler [String Haiku]

Digging her toes snug
into the sand, she feels warmth
overtake heartache.

Traveling as far
as her pocketbook allowed
settled for salty

air licking her lips,
and caressed seashells to her
ear - engulfed by sea.

Children are playing,
and she remembers a time
when kites held hardships.

Illuminated -
her canvased shelter [alone]
she now realizes -

lonely moments are
quiet, and her breath
no longer bitter.

She can finally breathe.

Nice job guys & thanks for posting Chels... poem #2 cracks me up!!

Very nice poems! Alive with the senses.

How's this one going?

Waiting on the judge :(

Hi Chelsey,

can we post the poems into our accounts?

Luce I would go for it. I just posted mine..hopefully the judge will get back to Chels.