POETRY CONTEST #5

For the past fifteen years...

For the past fifteen years,
My life has never been great,
I cried a thousand tears,
But still have nothing to create.

For the past fifteen years,
My life was nothing but dull,
I hide all of my fears,
So that you won't be able to tell.

For the past fifteen years,
I've lead a terrible life,
But no one ever cares,
As I cut myself till death.

For the past fifteen years,
I've done many wrongs,
As I strain my ears,
I listen to my own sad song.

For the past fifteen years,
I have said many lies,
But no one ever knows,
That I've been trying to be nice.

For the past fifteen years,
I had never been a saint,
And no one ever hears,
So I think I'm going insane.

Life, a battle

Make your team
And take them to battle
Build a bridge
And cross the river
Pull your heads together
And take on anything
That might come your way
When you reach the end
Enjoy the rewards
That will be waiting there

For me
This is what life is all about

By Timothy Bronswinkel©

Wow your really good
for a while, you had me fooled
thinking maybe you could be trusted
but you've just been overruled

maybe at one time
i trusted you to the fullest
but sorry, cant say i do no more
I've seen you at your cruelest

you know, you are very tricky
good and skilled at what you do
lying, cheating, and deceiving
only thing I've got from you

what a great thing to have to grow up around
all these wonderful ways
to make one feel tied and bound

take a second and look around
does it look like its working?
does it look like we believe you?
do you feel yourself shrinking?

because we aren't fooled
by your fun little games
we don't feel like being played
or putting up with these charades

I'm guessing now you kinda of feel
just a little scared
like your whole world is caving in?
maybe they never really cared?

well shut your mouth, just stop
before you ask for sympathy
because thats exactly how i feel
from all your mischievery

"Cigarettes and a Gray Scarf"

The paper burns with a certain melody;

she makes suicide an art.

Inhale.

Perhaps her lungs are worn as is her face,

rings burned around her eyes.

A trail of gray dances around her,

smoke crawling from her nostrils.

The wind carries away her ash

and teases the gray scarf hang'd round her neck;

the frayed ends meet with a cloud's kiss.

She puffs again.

Perhaps it's the nicotine that makes her flash a yellow smile.

A stabbing pain,
A foreign breath,
A new cry out,
A shattered chest.
Waiting and watching,
Crying and screaming,
Silence of heart,
And broken dreaming.
Brought to and front,
By caressing touch,
Trickling down,
A beauty too much.
Lost and alone,
Staggered and cold,
Tears and shadows,
With lost hold.
Blood and dagger,
Spear and knife,
Cup and poison,
A potential life.
A broken pulse,
A screaming heart,
A malice wished night,
That tore her apart.

This Smile
by: Amanda Bee

Do you see this beautiful smile?
This exquisite, dazzling smile of mine
Take a good hard look at it sparkle
For this will be the very last time

That I’ll grace you with it’s presence
That I’ll display it for your eyes to see
Because you my friend are not worthy
Nope, you’ll get no more smiles from me

Do you see this lovely smile?
Filled with love from deep within
Don’t look forward to seeing another
Not a smirk, not a beam, not grin

Try to break this woman’s spirit
Attempt to put her in her place
Then you expect her to be happy
Hmph, won’t see a smile upon this face

Do you see this radiant smile?
Take some time to memorize
Perhaps the memory will tide you over
You’ll have to recall it from your mind

Say goodbye to this sweet smile
The one you claim that you adore
Now is your chance, take one last look
'Cause you won't see me smiling anymore

The Elegy of the Lovers
HansRik

I cannot say in words how much I've loved
For words help not t'express the lover's wish.
Cannot thou seest the pain of being unloved?
Or more the languid dolence we anguish?

Now I have lost yon opportunity,
The fire of love has burned this heart of mine
Crying, waning, yonder atrocities
Committed for love, for this thought of thine.

But I shall make myself an oak that stands
Upon thy doors and howls thy name fore'er.
And nevermore this pain will understand,
The love I have for thee, my dear girl.

The hills that sing and dream about thy love
Think not that they shall be eroded, yea,
The willows chant their elegy forgone,
And rot in fetid, rancid ideals.

And walkest thou in vainest thoughts and lies,
Laughing at the trees and hills that, for you, died.
Waiting for mine heart to expire its last sighs.

How beautiful thou seem'st outside,
The sun is but a phantom by thy side.

But nay!

Thy soul is cruel and cold, like the darkest night.

Our Time

Losing grip on broken reality,
capturing the souls of modern mortality.
Hungered hope plays in the time of our minds,
watching for weakness in Devil's divine.

Watching and waiting,
hungered and lost.
Time has left us stranded,
as our dreams pay the cost.

We're slipping away,
these tears strangle our souls.
Slipping away,
this world has turned so cold.
Slipping away,
as the storm fills broken hands;
capturing its time,
in the hourglass sands.

Caged in the boundaries of life's endeavor,
waiting for something in this forever.
The hands keeping moving through the faces,
as each clock counts the time it erases.

...and we're slipping away,
these tears strangle our souls.
Slipping away,
this world has turned so cold.
Slipping away,
as the storm fills broken hands;
capturing its time,
in the hourglass sands.

Waiting for something that will never come;
watching the moments pass until our days are done.

Corridors wind, for miles on end,
My heart grows heavy, as the stairs descend.
A trail of tears, fall behind me as I go,
No one can understand my pain, my whoa.
The world is dark, and it's so cold,
All people do is yell, cheat, and scold.
My heart has broken, a time to many,
I would trade my life for a penny.
You used to be the one, who kept me alive,
But without you my life has taken a nosedive.
How could you do this to me, you've left me alone,
No more hanging out, and talking on the phone.
My life is back to how it was,
My life is full of lies and flaws.
I bet no one would miss me, if I dropped dead now,
Well, then this is my death poem, goodbye and ciao!

~me~

Cupids Knife

I feel i was betrayed
used for personal needs
never felt alive
with him doing every deed
respect is not option in mind
i don't think its even time to find
what we long for every day
when every day what we long for comes at the end of every day
the knowledge of a loved one
resting in a romance heart
but the feeling is really
bad wen that heart dies
and starts to to fall apart
pieces crumpled on the ground
never to be found
lost in a world of hate
but still lingers in the hearts of the mates
wondering if the sparks are still there
killing yourself but the heart is bare
don't ever live on false hope
take a risk u might be able to cope
for what i thought would last for life
was ended by the soft slit of cupids knife.

LISA CARTER

Standing at the edge of the Big Water

Looking out beyond the farthest point

That breeze, where does it come from

Why does it feel so cold when this sand is so hot

I wish to tell someone my story

About what I thought I had lost

This water and I and the edge of the sky

Is all that I thought I had left

I knew I had loved once but so long ago

It was somewhere inside, not letting go

Tried to move on and do it again

But no one else was ever allowed in

What do you do when this happens to you

Ask my true love to tell you about Boo

Take Your Knife

I look out my window
Still hoping to see your face
But since you left me broken
Emptiness has taken your place
Please just tell me that you love me
Just look at me and lie
Since you left my heart stopped beating
And heartache hit divine
Hold my trembling body
And act like all will be ok
Act like you care for me
Then leave me in dismay
Tell me I'm your girl
And that you'll never leave
Lie to me, Dont cry for me
Just watch my body bleed
It's no different then how it once was
It's always been this way
So rip my acheing heart out
And watch me scream in pain
Take your knife from within my back
And thrust it in once more
Once upon time you were my life
Now you're not worth living for

Katie Bennett

The person staring deeply back at me

When i look into the mirror what do i see?
I see an image, a figure staring deeply back at me.
Is this who i am, is this who i turned to out to be?

I see angels of this world I want to see all,
through my eyes i also see the rains of tears.
I also see the hatred and hear the lies.

Beside of the angels i see myself,
And sometimes wish i could change.
Though now i know its who I am,
I realized I'm to stay the same.

Now when i look into the mirror,
I know to smile at what i see.
Its the person that i am staring deeply back at me.

2002
Christina Chavez© Copyright 2005

[edit]

so wen do we find out the results?

James, I hope you have not forgotten about this contest.

...?

I guess we're all winners YEA!!!!!!!!!

OMG! He forgot to judge!!! lol. It's ok..I WIN

Oh, I don't know you, but I'm sorry about that, and I guess, see ya!

-*-Cherri-*-
LOL
^0^

What the hell? Can he really do that..Start a contest and then 'oh, I hate poetry, bye'....How...gay....

Apparently he can.

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(='.'=)
(")-(") Arrivederci!

Maybe something major happened in his life & he is busy with that instead of this. You do understand this contest isn't the most important thing in the world, right?

I am not trying to be smart, just trying to point out that things do happen in our lives sometimes. Maybe he didn't want to share it with everyone.

Take care