Quick Name Challenge

  • Star
    3 years ago

    Hey, hope everyone is staying safe!!
    There hasnt been a challenge in the main forums for a little while, so here’s an easy quick one:
    Write a poem with the title that has your name( screen name, first, middle or last name, your pseudonym or whatever name related to you), and use the first letter of that name for an Alliteration in the poem.
    Write whatever you want, be creative, go wild !!

    Poems due next Wednesday 2nd of December.

  • Everlasting
    3 years ago

    So pm them? Or post them here?

    I mean, haha they will know if I wrote one or not.
    So I might as well post here if I do write one. Right?

  • Star replied to Everlasting
    3 years ago

    LOL you're right, I was going to suggest that but forgot I randomly got the idea for the contest last night and just posted it.

    SO yes post it here and if we get enough poems by next Wednesday we can start voting, or just enjoy this as a fun exercise maybe i could write one too :)

  • Larry Chamberlin
    3 years ago, updated 3 years ago

    Larry's lament

    Lately love leaves less to land
    squarely sitting on shoulders
    while waiting was once weary
    impatience isn't an issue
    now no-one need know
    that truth told this tiresome
    loneliness lasts lifetimes.

  • Mr. Darcy
    3 years ago, updated 3 years ago

    Darcy's dusty video

    Debbie is cleansed and
    Does not need reminding of
    Dallas and damp days

  • Star
    3 years ago

    Those two poems are great !!!!

    Star lit Seas

    Stars surf on a cold
    somber sea, stretching over
    diamond surfaces.

  • Maple Tree
    3 years ago, updated 3 years ago

    Andrea Maple Tree

    Andrea aligns herself among-st
    rooted beds of pure amazement,
    maple leaves surround her limbs
    within marmalade madness and
    natures moving ambiance.

    Trees treasure every ounce of her soul.

  • Poet on the Piano
    3 years ago

    Poet's Piano

    Painful poetry pierces
    piano preludes,
    provoking panicked
    parameters.
    Paranoia paces and
    presses -
    palpable pandemonium.

  • silvershoes
    3 years ago, updated 3 years ago

    Silver shoes standing still at the seaside
    Inching, inching, water inching
    Low but rising, soles filling with sand
    Vast, vast blue, nearly grey, searching
    Ever is she searching, soul filling with sand
    Rising tides, she is sinking, seeping, seeking

    She sees something small on the shoreline
    Hazy, looming, wet to grasp like a fog
    Orange, softly lit, a simmering cinder
    Ebbing on the waves, is it the dying sun?
    Sunset, or something else? It is sinking, sinking, sunken

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    [Edited to change the end]

  • Everlasting
    3 years ago

    Ever wonder
    whether Everlasting exist?
    whether Everlasting is forever ever?

    I am Everlasting Poet.
    a Poet.
    I exist.

    I exist forever in poetry
    and in poetry, I, eagerly eye
    every emotion, every
    experience, every expression,
    every explanation, every
    element even effort

  • Abstract Poet
    3 years ago

    Thank you for the idea I will try to come up with a new poem I just read Everlasting poem it was good.

    P.S. I am sorry to post this here when people are sharing their poetry here and posting them on their account. Anyway, I am going to be late with this because it's already the second of December.

  • cassie hughes
    3 years ago

    Cassie can’t see the
    cornucopia concealed within
    gaea’s circumambient embrace
    without shedding tears
    for humanity’s conceit.

  • Star replied to Abstract Poet
    3 years ago

    You can write and post here and in your accounts, you’re not late :) We don’t have to compete, since everyone is enjoying themselves and posting!!

  • Star
    3 years ago

    All these poems are really amazing!!!!!!
    If anyone wants to write more you can go ahead and do so ^_^

  • Mr. Darcy
    3 years ago, updated 3 years ago

    Darcy celebrates his son's gift

    drinking in old Damascus caused
    riots when decades of 'dry' were lifted -
    under aged dads sang 'Dirty Diana' to
    new-to-be mum's who drank doubles in
    karaoke bars drenched in debauchery

  • nouriguess
    3 years ago

    nourayasmine

    Jasmines were my favorite once,
    once before they lost
    their white.

    New gardens were born then.
    Only a scent of you still left
    under the bedroom window,
    right beside the plum tree.