Dhaval's Five Poem Contest #2

-ends after five poems are submitted
-please submit your best work (new or old)
-any topic under the sun
-fastest five; sixth poem gets disqualified
-a poem a poet
-one winner will be chosen
-he/she will not be awarded any prizes; only recognition and satisfaction of victory :)
-originality appreciated
-a.b.c.b rhyming scheme not allowed
-clichéd poem topics not appreciated; will score lower
-minimum length must be 12 lines
-let's start, ye poets.

Ok, here is one of my newer poems, It is not per-se my best work, but it is one that I like, and from saying that here it is...

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Passion within
by Italian Stallion

Passion within
My heart I see
The light from above
Oh what could it be?

Passion within
Your smile I see
Nothing but the beauty of thee
Thee who holds the key to me

Passion within
My eyes I see
The wonderful girl
That is soon to be

Passion within
My soul I feel
Nothing but your warmth near
Oh how I wish it was so real

Passion within
Loving minds
As I kneel before you
And watch what Love finds

My heart is beating
Oh so fast
The presence of you
Makes it last

My eyes wondering
All over the place
I can't stop, but to look
At your face

Your smile is so big
Your eyes are watering
You let out a sigh
And say, "where have you been?

I've been searching
Every second, minute, week, month and year
To find the perfect man
I liked to be near

Here you are
Making my dreams come true
You're everything a women wants
And that's why I love you dear
Of course I'll marry you"

© Copyright 2006 By: Italian Stallion

Not What It Seems (in the aa bb cc etc. style)

Edge of the beach, sun going down
Last time I'll be in this lonely town

Looks glamorous, yes I know
But leaving's better, I need to go

Behind the money and neon lights
Are bitter people and empty nights

Smiles...fake. Joy...it's false
Past perfection, there lies faults

Once I had the same look as you
Wonder, amazement, too good to be true

I came here with hopes held up high
Thought I'd spread my wings and fly

And I soared when I first took the leap
Until I realized, no ground 'neath my feet

Then I fell and kept on falling
With no one hearing all my calling

Till one day when I hit the ground
I knew it was time to leave this town

So my advice to you dear friend
Leave before your trip begins

By: Charisma*

Insecure of security

Close your eyes, remember the past.
How it went by so fast.
Tears shed,
Lovers that are now dead.
Blood falling from the cuts.
Black holes, from where the heart shuts.

Bombs, flying in from everywhere,
but does society, even care?
Threats being made daily, will we make it till tomorrow?
Or, will everyone continue to live in their own sorrow?
Cops, being killed so often, just so some won't make it to prison.
Now, we're Insecure Of Security, what kind of life is it we're living?

Blood drops, from the arms of teens.
Yellow tape, around all these crime scenes.
You see this daily, anorexia, and obesity.
What is it, that makes us fake being happy?
Words being swung, to those not ''good enough.''
Fists, being thrown at those not tough.

Can't we help in some way?
For, this freedom, we have now, betrayed.
Dissapointed in Society,
For how they judge you and me.
I don't see how I can be,
Insecure of security..

In this free, and protected world, we have now let go.
But Why doesn't anyone know..
How this happens everyday,
Why can't this cruel society go away?
It's now normal, to fake being me,
In this world Insecure of security..

Rusty Broken Chains [Kyrielle]
by ѕ¢αяℓєт.ℓιρѕ ♥

Climbing on jagged steps from the hell below
Rips and tears throughout her soul she does sew
Her body cleared of dirt, yet a little still remains
All evil she has shed, except her rusty broken chains..

Quickly sucking the deadly poison out of the snake bite
Running from the blackness, chasing after the white
Bleaching away at her mind, washing away the stains
All evil she has shed, except her rusty broken chains..

Her past slowly fading, finally fitting in with the crowd
Cleaning herself up, floating happily on her own cloud
A body now pure and free, yet evil still lingers in veins
All evil she has shed, except her rusty broken chains..

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Kyrielle is written in quatrains. Each quatrain has a refrain, which usually appears in the last line of the stanza. There is no limit to the amount of stanzas a Kyrielle has, but must have at least 3. There must be a rhyme scheme.

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Strange love
by Ilinca Milosan

The city was dark, drowned into the silence of night,
Deep within the silver mist a white silhouette was in sight
Moving from place to place, from door to door,
Searching for something, each time more and more…

Fragile spider webs adorning windows of a broken home,
This long lost figure will now find that he’s not alone;
Outlined in cold moonbeams – her blackness was delight,
Such a beautiful creature – something worth for to fight.

He floated closer and closer, but she always ran away,
Every time she managed to escape filled him with dismay
And each time he wished he could just call out her name,
But when he opened his mouth – around silence was the same.

He chased her through the house, each time with no success,
Never could he get closer than almost touching her black dress;
He would laugh if he could, he would cry if his eyes’d let him,
He’d be happy with hearing her heartbeat but chances were slim.

After endless hours of this restless chase – she was suddenly still,
She turned around gently and reached for his hand – such a thrill,
Their fingers seemed to have touch, but neither could really feel,
She wished for his eternal company as her heart he wished to steal.

They spent minutes staring at each other without making a sound
They were anxious, but timid as if someone was around
And in one flash second she threw herself in his translucent arms,
He was gently caressing her hair – she felt safe from all harms.

The porcelain moon shone up on the blue and black velvet skies,
Two sorrowful souls were united – feelings of stomach butterflies,
A wondering white ghost for a groom and a black shadow for a bride,
Love is strange, but meant for all those who can feel it burn inside…

Hope you like it =)

Wow! five that fast! Can't wait to see the results...good job everyone!
Charisma*

just a gentle..bump. LOL
Charisma*

bump

Dhaval are you going to Judge this? If not I will do it for you, I will give you a couple days to respond if no responce is given I will Judge and withdraw my poem from the contest.

Peace, Joe

Ok, seems he has vanished, so I will judge this contest, please give me time, for I was not prepared on doing this, I have my own contest going as well, so please be paitent.

Thank you, Joe

Sorry, Sorry, everyone....I havn't abandoned it...was really busy with school....I'm back....judging shall be done VERY soon...

Winner:

Ilinca Milosan's "Strange love"

Stunning, stunning imagery that totally captivated me...awesome write...one suggestion though...try improving the flow a bit...

everyone else did a great job too...but there had to be a winner :D Keep writing and thanks for participating :D

Congratulations to Ilinca for her wonderful poem and a great win. Great Job to everyone else that participated, keep on writting.

Peace, Joe

Oh my God! Thank you so much!
Yes I know I need to imporve the flow, but I tend to get carried away by the storyline. *hides*
You made me very happy ^^