Object Contest

RULES:
May be new or old,
Must be your own work
4 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- 6 r/r/c
*2nd place- 4 r/r/c
*3rd place- 2 r/r/c

List of Objects:

Book (done)
Compass (reserved)
Pencil (done)
Knife (done)
Gate
Glass (done)
Flower (done)
Bottle (done)
Plate,
Fork,
Roses (done)
Blanket (done)
Box, (reseved)
Bear (done)
Jug.

Those are all the titles! If you want to reserve one or suggest one, go ahead!

A Blanket.

We're covered in it, at least every night.
and when we are young, it's to replace the light.
It is to make us warm, to make us feel better.
To calm all our nerves, to release our anger.

It is not just a cover, but like a second home.
Our own little empire, our own little Rome.
It keeps us safe, gives us security.
and so we love it, it's our sanctuary.

We leave all the troubles, the problems outside.
Whether tucked in or not, with a teddy bear beside.
If removed from it, we cry. If torn, we die.
In it we feel powerful, like i could fly.

So it's not just some quilt, or a bed necessity.
It is a kid's life, it is all that they see.
Then they go on, with their cover of scarlet.
And think that they'll never, live without blanket.

knife pls!

Can I have book, please....

Words of Wonder
by Twisted Heart

I see you, you reach for me
You touch me softly, inside me you creep
Just words of wonder are in your eyes
Am I real or do I lie
You slowly explore me, each touch draws me near
But you are gentle, I have no fear
You hear me, each word I speak
draws you deep inside of me
You're lost within a fantasy
No words have been left unsaid
And then you slowly lower me
and rest me in my bed
Upon the shelves with other books
you leave me there to wait
Until you need to once again
open up my page

Can I have compass please?

-Jenna.

Flower

From the first day we met
Our tiny seed of love was planted
Night and day it slowly grew
So stunning we thought it was enchanted..

It never lost a silky petal
And the sharp thorns never hurt
The emerald green stalk grew
Absorbing all love from the dirt..

Then one hot sunny day
The ruby rose promptly woke
Bees kissed their way into the flower
And the relationship quickly broke..

Apologies were cried but were too late
The scarlet petals started to die
Loosing their once striking colour
And sadly forcing them to say goodbye..

Sorry Jessy, knife has already been reseved!

Twisted heart, what is the object of your poem?

i think Twisted Heart's poem, is books. i was wonderin too until i read it

Glass please.....

Yeah I think it is books, but I don't want to guess incase I get it wrong!

It is books, right above it she had reserved it. =]]

-Jenna.

Bear.....

My Teddy Bear

I want you to know just what you mean to me;
You're something I never want to lose.
No matter what you say or do,
I always want to be with you.

You may not be perfect;
a loose thread here and there,
but everyone has flaws and when you
love something
it can never be replaced.
Even by something better.

What would you do if your favourite teddy lost its fluff?
Say 'Bye bye teddy, I enjoyed the time we had together but its time for you to go"...?
No.
You keep him even though hes falling apart;
even though there are better looking and more cuddly teddies out there.
You keep him.

Well, you're my teddy bear and
even when you're not cuddly
I still want you
even when you're not smiling
I still want you
even when you're eyes don't twinkle
I still want you
even when you growl
I still want you
even when I push you out of bed
I still want you

Everyone knows that old, worn, tattered teddies are better than shiny new ones.

You're my teddy bear and I love you.

any-more?

Reserve GATE

May I have Bottle?

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.

Poison 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.

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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.

xDarkSuicidex

srry it takes too long......i promise i'll post the poem on FRIDAY!!!! thankz!

Can I have pencil?

Pencil

I write this with a pencil
If I make a mistake
I can just erase
Piece of cake

Every day they are used
A lot are sold
But I have not seen one
That is made of gold

They come in different sizes
Big or small
Whatever you prefer
Short or tall

Everyone uses them
One time in their life
They can be sharpened by a knife

*Ok its that good but it will do

not good*

KNIFE
by you're acting like a damn saint

a knife.........what should i do with it?
kill you to pieces, to erase the pain?
or kill myself because i still admit
i love you, and it makes me insane?

my knife controlling my life till death it will?
a friction of you, i'm starting to get crazy
being a maniac, i will kill
you, and all my problem will fly?

my answer right in front of me
the only thing i have to do is make a slit
erasing you and me, in my imaginary
and that we're done, over, what's that word.....split?

sorry it sucks.....it's sort of nonsense, only i can read it making sense......

Object : Glass

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Time will Mend a Heart of Glass

A victim rests unknowingly as prey
as the misleading lips of a
venomous snake slurs
glass words of love
emotional impact
shatters a fragile heart
creating deeply slashed scars
eyes bleed from wounds of deceit

Digging a grave of hopeless tears
little shards of broken glass
torture a precious heart
stealing our dignity
finally, we realize
we do deserve true love
rain of tears begins to subside
winds change, shattered heart heals

any-more?

Bump..

-Vanished At Sea.-

Sweat was beading across her forehead in late July,
As she stood on top the cliff, looking amongst the sun,
A star caught on fire, drifting through the sky,
Burning her shoulders as the day begun.

Mossy grasses embroidered the rocky ledge,
The smell of musk gently wafting around her,
Dirt covered shoes standing still in the the sedge,
As she looks down below toward the calming sea.

The middle of nowhere, vanished without a trace,
A needle flinging side to side, pointing toward the South,
Standing on top a lonely cliff, fear imprinted on her face,
As silent screams entrap themselves inside her mouth.

Night fades in as day whispers its' good-bye,
A compass shattered along the rocks at her feet,
Fire crackling along to her tears hushed lullabies,
A broken angel, enlaced on the burning concrete.

© Jenna Elphick
October 3, 2006.

I'll get it done soon

I can Unreserve Gate and Reserve BOX

Lush.Fcuk-* what is your poem? becuase i don't think it is one of the objects i put???

Lol, it was compass. It didn't have much to do with a compass but compass was in it. If it doesn't fit, I will take it off and unreserve compass, I had trouble writing that so I don't want to hold up your contest with something I can hardly write about. Sorry.

-Jenna.