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WILL POST THE WINNERS BY MIDNIGHT TONIGHT.

THANKS TO ALL WHO ENTERED A POEM IN THIS CONTEST. THEY WERE ALL APPRECIATED. GOOD LUCK FELLOW POETS.
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Actually, It should read Pick an object. Listed below are a list of items to write about.

RULES:
Must be new
Must be your own work
12 lines or more
Only 1 poem per item and the reservation on each item will be five days. After which time that object will be opened for other poets.

Three awards will be given
*1st place- 5 r/r/c
*2nd place- 4 r/r/c
*3rd place- 3 r/r/c

List of Objects:

Box [done]
Scissors [done]
Butterfly [done]
Pop Can [done]
Darts [done]
Cement [done]
Champagne Bottle [done]
Envelope [done]
Water Faucet [done]
Gate [done]
Book [done]
Piano [done]
Telephone [done]
Blanket [done]
Hat [done]

Be creative, Use your imagination, and have fun.
Contest will end when all objects are done or on the 25th of September.

THANKS FELLOW POETS and once again, have fun.

Can i please reserve gate? =] I'll work on it after I'm done the dishes lol.

-Jenna.

i wanna reserve cement. yeah..im home sick today so im not really supposed 2 b on the pc..but ill be back later:)

OMG OMG OMG BLANKET IS SOOOOOOOOOOOOO MINE!!!!!!!

Yea, Yea, yea. Reserved, Reserved, Reserved

butterfly-reserved

ok here it goes. this isnt my average poem..kinda sucks:P but im really nervous lately and i cant write. so yeah...

Long Walk of Shame

The long walk of shame, all alone,
Feet pushing off the cement made of cold stone.
Walking through the hall, unfamiliar people around,
People snicker and glare, but I just look at the ground.

This is the long walk of shame,
People throw things, and yell out your name.
Cookies and papers, even water bottles thrown,
As I fall to the cement made of the stone.

This is the long walk of pity, or hate,
People always judge, but I’d like to debate-
You don’t know me, you just see me walk,
As all of you cackle and talk.

The long walk of shame, feet on the ground,
The cement is my friend, the only I’ve found.
The long walk of shame will no long be,
For pride I can feel deep inside of me.

~*Who Cares?*~

can i reserve DARTS? thanx

Darts-reserved

thankz! i'll work on it tomorrow, gotta sleep!

May I reserve water faucet...

I turn the handle
Enter the room
Light one candle
And prepare my own doom

I lock the door and throw away the key
There is neither towel nor gown
That shall wait for me
As I intend to drown

My eyes are swollen from tears
I will escape my fears
The fears remembered from the bruises across my body
I will set myself free

I turn the faucet
The hot and cold water bind
The steam makes my head sweat
I shall soon leave my life that is so unkind

My trembling body enters the tub
The water covers the life that had battered me
This time there is no need to scrub
I grasp the blade that will release me from this reality

A slice of my arms
I have caused myself a deadly harm
As I lose my blood my head has the beat of thunder
But I smile as I continue to go under

The water faucet was my pass
The tub was my death bed
Now stained crimson red
It was my savior from my dreadful past

copywrite.
By broken_reflection(S.A.Merritt)

-At The Gate.-

"Another summer has already come and gone."
He muttered under his breath at the edge of the pond,
As the sun slowly drifted along the top of the hills,
He sat shuttering from early falls chills.

Memories playing through his pounding mind,
Still feeling her fingers so tightly entwined.
And as tears started to trickle down his face,
He could still feel their final embrace.

The sky was black with a faint silver light,
Coming from the full moon that night.
Wolves were howling in the forest beyond the house,
And the final fire in his heart was doused.

Love alive in his eyes, he stood remembering hers,
With vodka dancing in his breath, his good-bye was slurred.
And the path was cascaded from footsteps filled with hate,
From the man who would never again go beyond the gate.

© Jenna Elphick
September 13, 2006.

-Dances in circles- I call Champagne Bottle!!! Give me a few days and if I'm not too busy I'll certainly write it.

xDarkSuicidex

The Champagne Bottle

A rose on the table.
To witness the betrayal,
Of two lovers crossed
As the night was lost.

Beginning my tale
Is a love that failed.
A tale so wrong,
The insanity did prolong.

A bottle of champagne,
Lain where it's lain,
Holds on tight
To a secret that night.

Look closely to see
What this champagne comes to be.
No longer champagne,
But a new secret ingrained.

Tampered with and stolen,
Is this secret so golden.
The champagne on the table,
Tells of his betrayal.

Poision on the glass, trickling down -
As her death was sadly found.
'You deserve much better than me,
Baby, don't you see?'

Eyes closed against the pain;
The lies in that bottle of champagne.
'You deserve better than this place,
Your beauty is too much to waste.'

'My secret is finally out;
There is no final doubt,
Too perfect is true
That's why I killed you.'

A rose on this table.
To witness the betrayal
Of two lovers crossed,
As the night was lost.

xDarkSuicidex
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Understanding: In case you didn't understand ((for it had the hidden meaning)) that the man thought his lover was too perfect for the world, that she deserved much better; to not live in this world. So, he killed her, so she could 'have better'. When he spoke of her beauty, he was saying her beauty was like an angel and that's what she deserved to be.

Sorry if it's a little too long..

Can I Reserve Piano?

~Blanket~

Don’t ever leave me
You are my love
I will snuggle with you
Until the end of time.

From morning till night
I will love you forever,
I know you will
Keep me safe and warm.

When the shadows
Come through my room
All I have to do
Is cuddle with you.

Wrap your arms
Around me
You are my protector
My one and only,
How I love you
You have touched my soul
You keep me out of harm.

For you my love
This is how I see you
You are soft and gentle
Even though you are big
And strong.
You scare my nightmares away
You bring warmth to my heart
To you my love
You are my warm blanket.

Come on people, still objects to be had.

Reserved all the ones who has asked.

PIANO

Cascading down waterfalls of black and white keys
Running down triplets in handfuls of three
Leaping to the sky and crashing down like thunder
Reaching ears as it's melody plunders

Smooth and majestic as the ivory gleams
Waiting to be touched, awakened from dreams
Left in the years of swirling, flying dust
It's old charming music begins to rust

I was wondering who would be the brave one to choose Envelope. It's all yours Kristen.

sorry, i think i can't do it. too much to do. u can unreserve it if ur waiting for me. by the way my title is DARTS

unreserved Darts.

Nice poems so far.

I'll do books.

*~My Addiction~*

I look into the doorway
And what do I see
A stack of useless books
That are staring back at me

I wonder who put them there
I wonder why I care
I wonder why I'm drawn to them
And how I cannot help but stare

Why is this such torture
These usless little books
How can they be so compelling
It's like they're giving me looks

I'm trying to beat my addiction
I'm trying so hard to fight back
But without these books in my life
They're just something that I lack

©Mandie Rose

darts getting me high
by adrian or adrianc1294

put it with poison, let the darts fly
pin it down my body, making me cry
suck it in, snake through my veins
it's just like a drug, dissolve the problem and pains

getting high with it's pointy needle
just like a heroin, my body it tangle
i could feel it's drug's twinge
feeling the poison in the dart like a syringe

coming through it chokes me
tears feeling up my eyes, so bloody
shouting, i simple die
just because of being high

Just a few more left. Come on people.

i'll take box

I dont think it turned into what you wanted. It kind of took on a life of its own, but here goes...

Looking through the window of mans dissolution
victors of the past become victims of the future
wading in the tepid waters of failure
seeing the result of our evolution

Cornered they sit boxed and tied with pretty ribbons
echoing cries racing through acidic air
blinded and angry, they claw at themselves
helpless animals caged and scared

Some reaching some falling, it comes to the same
nothing but fear can keep them at bay
nails dig in to bruised skin drawing blood
screaming inside, they'll never be heard

In unison they tremble, but are easily dissembled
they rip apart and forget they were ever one
a common goal, the same incentive
united they fall, divide and come undone

Can i reseve sissors!

Yes you can... scissors-reserved.

Sissors,

Slowly I take them,
I press them against my arm,
Slowly I cut myself deeper,
So with these sissors I take my life,
Or maybe I will just have fun
Re-live my pain for a few more days,
Sissors so simple so small yet so deadly they will take my life!

Five days and 2 poems left. Hat and telephone. Come on people.

Kristen, Your poem about an envelope is due to be removed from the reserved list. If you want to do it still, try to post it before tomorrow. Thanks.

Took envelope off the reserved list. So now there are only three left that have to be by the 25th of September. Please will someone do them. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Hehe, okay.. I feel bad about taking someone else's title though.. Lol =/

Envelope

A white envelope lies silently beneath the empty bed
Containing a long letter, a letter that can never be seen
The reasons why from this awful life she silently fled
Leaving her body cold, at the delicate age of sixteen..

Letting out everything that was painfully held within
A letter that was meant to be sent, but did not have time
Because instead, the darkness within her gleefully did win
Pulling her into a black hole, slowly fading into the grime..

All the pain that her tender soul felt, never to be discovered
For everything that explains it, lies beneath an unmade bed
Hidden away, never to be seen, by dust and pain it’s covered
Her years struggling in hell, all lay in an envelope unread..

Topic : Hat
Title : If I Could.....

If...
I could remove this hat of mentation
releasing it to the wind

I...
would no longer dive, deeply in thought
drowning in a sea of words

Could...
this ink sleep quietly, beneath a silver moon
leaving me in peace

Release...
this mind consumed by restless nights
to sleep in tranquility

These...
escaped emotions freely, blowing in the wind
my thinking cap removed

Thoughts...
colored by feelings, portraits painted by words
weeping canvas

For...
constantly juggling a million words in my head
is unbearably painful

A ...
path worn bare, by many sleepless nights
my mind walks

Day...
of poetic poverty, where words are scarce
shall leave me refreshed

And tomorrow the wind shall return my hat
my thinking cap, sturdily in place
for a poet never sleeps

Author's note : When I try to sleep at night words are constantly flowing through my head . "Poems in the making" I guess you could say . Many times I have wished for these thoughts to stop . For I have had many sleepless nights .

can i reserve telephone?

Telephone,

Torture it is waiting,
Even though I know it will ring,
Let it ring I pray, for it makes me feel like a King!
Even though she said she would?
Perhaps she forgot?
How could she though?
On my own, I worry,
Now I silently say hurry,
Even though she said she would?

I still wait by it worrying,
Please ring me on the telephone!

(If I am allowed to do the poem)

OFFICIALLY CLOSED UNTIL THE WINNERS ARE ANNOUNCED. THANKS GUYS.

First of all, I want to thank everyone who entered my contest. I was trully impressed with the imagination of the poetry that was submitted. Also, It was a tough decision for me to make because of the poems that were emtered were quite good. But as there can only be 3 winners, here is who I have chosen...

First Place - Luanne [If I Could...]
Second place - Adam [Pop Can]
Third place - Who Cares [A Long Walk of Shame]

Thanks again to all who entered and for the winners... Congratulations. Will get on the r/r/c ASAP

Thank-you Twisted Heart for this wonderfully fun contest
Congrats to Adam & Who Cares ....

It was wonderful reading everyone's poems . Great work everyone .

Congrats you three! =]

-Jenna.