The art of writing competition

You got the title yeah? [the properly spelled one]

The aim of the competition is to post one....JUST ONE [ : ) poem of your choosing, in any style that is written about writing itself. Doesn't have to be a poem about poetry, can be any writing.

But not about writers, as in famous ones...I mean the art of writing...the problems and subtleties of it etc.

As usual I'll pick 3 winners and if enough people enter some honourable mentions. First prize gets 3 top notch poetry comments, 2 for second and 1 for 3rd.

I'm really looking for people to show the process of writing, the amazing creation and link between the writers intelligence, emotions and how they put that into words.

I sooo wish I could enter this.

Good luck.

Writing a limerick is hard
A triple can be quiet confusing
Rhyming and counting is daunting
Easier said in a greeting card
The mind will take much less bruising
Keeping count would not be haunting
Different schemes
Adding the rhymes
Feeling frustration
Going to extremes
It is new times
Of aggravation
Easier playing a game of billiards
Instead writing is my choosing
Triple Limerick I am flaunting

© 2007 Sherry Lynn

Psst, you are off topic.

: )

I Can't Write A Poem
by Italian Stallion

I can't write poetry
I barely can write an essay
What makes you think I can?
I've never wrote poetry before
I don't have the heart of a poet
Nor do I have the soul
This poem has no rhyme
It's on the borderline
From the ridiculous to the sublime
I don't care if it takes a lifetime
Oh snap, my time is now up
This poem is now due
I hope you enjoy my rambles
For this is just a big mess
You liked it? oh my
Who would've known
That destiny turned on a dime.

© Copyright 2007 By: Italian Stallion

Hope this one of mine is ok.....

A Poet's Pen Is False Release

A poet's pen with dexterous hand
Ink to paper often can
Woo a heart, bring on a tear
Soothe a soul or beckon fear
A harbinger of ecstasy
Written word but fantasy

A poet's pen cannot replace
Feelings held when face to face
Two hearts beating skin to skin
As passions fan the fire within
Eyes and lips light gaze to blaze
These can't be captured on a page

A poet's pen is false release
The ink and paper outlet brief
Though poem penned will time withstand
It traces not a lover's hand
As writer's splendid bounty falls
Know loneliness eclipses all

^^

lovely

The Writer

Pieces of my soul,
Scattered on this sheet,
Moments where I faltered,
I felt incomplete.

Sometimes I wrote in happiness,
But pain, it flowed with ease,
No depths I could not reach,
When writing on my knees.

In days of old I'd run to write,
Expel the hurt I had,
Turn it into something more,
Writing out the bad.

It could be raw and very dark,
Fear was often there,
Tears running, minds were racing,
Blooms of deep despair.

Youth went by, life did change,
Love had found its way,
Breaking through this wall I built,
Hiding every day.

I came to find the words inside,
To express each facet of being,
My passion became something more,
Than something that was freeing.

It became me, held back nothing,
Emotions free to flow,
It helped me understand the things,
I never did quite know.

It helped me find a voice to speak,
Reach those held in wanting,
Voice my spirit to my peers,
In a way that was not daunting.

Now I sit and write today,
For nothing more than joy,
This call I hear deep inside,
That nothing can destroy.

For even if you read my words,
And find nothing that you need,
I bared my soul and all I hold,
For more than you to read.

I have a poem, I'm not sure whether it fits in this type of competition ... but what the hey.

Wish

I wish to write a poem,
Of all the things I love,
About something truly heartfelt,
Like a lovers touch thereof.

I tried to think of all the things,
That a poet seems to write,
Friends and girls and trees and birds,
Yet nothing feels right.

"Think back" I said inside my head,
"To friendships from your youth",
I saw bullies, fights. My mothers gone,
If I was to tell the truth.

It's getting hard to write now,
With tears stood in my eyes,
After 26 years I understand,
My life I do despise.

I struggle more and more with words,
Due to nothing nice within,
But there has to be that one small thing,
I just will not give in.

I searched and searched, then searched some more,
For days; or so it seems,
Inside my deepest darkest thoughts,
And still no light was seen.

So I cannot write a poem,
About anything I love,
Because not one thing can love me back,
Now that push has come to shove.

~Pete.

It's been a while, but this has been my best effort since moving to the States... and look... no structure! (Yes, I almost had a conniption writing without structure.)

Subtleties of Latitude.

Sitting by the window I see the sky ahead.
I fall silent, awed by the phenomenon.
Wisps of white bleach through to amber,
Warming the sky as blue diffuses to violet.
As minutes pass amber intermingles
with the fading light to create a corona of colours;
A palette of never ending hues.
Blushing reds of cerise and scarlet hug the edges.
Vermilion streaks chase the sky,
Penetrating clouds with soft familiarity.
The titian shades bid farewell with a smile
As the sun merges with the sea.

Without notice the iridescence sleights my sight,
And the sky darkens to a comfortable purple.
The first star is seen low in the twilight,
though it may be Venus.
The clouds now appear darker than their backdrop.
Charcoal blankets that soothe
a passing aeroplane's intermittent light.
Then without notice once more
Night grips the vista completely,
And we continue our conversation.

The sun sets so quickly here.

Bret Higgins 2007

Edit: I added this after a 14 hour shift. My eyes was teh blurreh and my brain was befuddled. I'll leave it up but after reading the post this morning it's not what you're asking for, Kev.

Ddavid, please I'm a pro not a foe....I'll give you the same treatment I give everyone....the winners will be clearly explained and should I hope, be obvious anyway given the conditions i set.....thanks for getting involved.

-no title

I write for I have no inspiration
creating nothing saying lines of ink
waisting the lifetime of the pen I use
in my mind surely something must be loose
ever still,that what I create is me
impetuous might be what this is called
even now I am squandering your time
to end this timetaking words of boredom,
here goes one more waste of your precious time:
time is relative, so nothing was lost .

no specific form, just 10 syllables per line

When does this shin dig end?

It ends when there are no more entries, or 2 days from now...ish.

Superfluous...that was...well it was a release shall we say.

Ok I'm going to close this later on tonight because I will be away for a few days...so anyone who wishes to be considered for the fabby prize of my arrogant poetry comments has about, oh I'd say about 4 hours...

Good luck to everyone....

Ok this is closed now. I'm going away for a few days so I'll pick the winners now, and when they are done basking in their glory they can Pm me with the poems they'd like reviewed as their prizes and I'll do them when I return.

So, in first place;

debbylyn

A Poet's Pen Is False Release

A poet's pen with dexterous hand
Ink to paper often can
Woo a heart, bring on a tear
Soothe a soul or beckon fear
A harbinger of ecstasy
Written word but fantasy

A poet's pen cannot replace
Feelings held when face to face
Two hearts beating skin to skin
As passions fan the fire within
Eyes and lips light gaze to blaze
These can't be captured on a page

A poet's pen is false release
The ink and paper outlet brief
Though poem penned will time withstand
It traces not a lover's hand
As writer's splendid bounty falls
Know loneliness eclipses all

[I am going to have to ban you, like Arnie got banned from the Mr Universe contest because he kept winning, and people will think we are dating or something because that's two for two for you in my compititions....hardly fair but I must be honest. This is beautiful and, I'm sorry to say I don't have time to write down all the reasons why it won, I'm pressed for time now....]

2nd place goes to...;

Subtleties of Latitude by Bret Higgins

Sitting by the window I see the sky ahead.
I fall silent, awed by the phenomenon.
Wisps of white bleach through to amber,
Warming the sky as blue diffuses to violet.
As minutes pass amber intermingles
with the fading light to create a corona of colours;
A palette of never ending hues.
Blushing reds of cerise and scarlet hug the edges.
Vermilion streaks chase the sky,
Penetrating clouds with soft familiarity.
The titian shades bid farewell with a smile
As the sun merges with the sea.

Without notice the iridescence sleights my sight,
And the sky darkens to a comfortable purple.
The first star is seen low in the twilight,
though it may be Venus.
The clouds now appear darker than their backdrop.
Charcoal blankets that soothe
a passing aeroplane's intermittent light.
Then without notice once more
Night grips the vista completely,
And we continue our conversation.

The sun sets so quickly here.

Bret Higgins 2007

[ I almost didn't get the subte message of this one, and was all set to move on and pick something else...but I reread it along with the others and I got it the second time....it's just an ace example of the inner thought processes of someone using the external world as a canvass to paint their thoughts in words....]

3rd place goes too;

Poetry - by Jess

A poem: a disguise for the tainted heart to rejoice
The sadness upon a poet's face, the words replace
A shining hope fills the soul, the words spilling
Ink to a page, an act upon a stage, a heart willing

A poem: a banquet for the emotionally empty writer
Their thoughts written, their heart glistens inside
The words fill the parchment, the poet starving
Thoughts only read, never said, a stone carving

A poem: another expression of the heart's yearning
No eyes or voice, no choice; a poet's learning
Lips stitched up, eyes wide shut, forevermore
A poem to express, feelings repressed; nothing more

[ I chose this one for it's amazingly descriptions of the emotional aspects of writing poetry...the pains and feelings involved...]

I am sorry I can't say more about why I loved these poems and thought they deserved to win but I have no time right now.

Thanks to everyone for entering....and I hope you enjoyed yourselves....

Crap, Kevin, I was going to enter this one.... lameface.

Congrats to the winners, though! I liked reading these!

Thanks Kevin....now I'm blushing

.....but seriously...great competition...some really great poems...congrats all!!!!

Congrats all....Great poems :)

That was wonderful, i was sad that i missed the contest , but then i read it and it was simply amazing stuff congrats all that was brilliant 5/5