View Full Version : Poetry Contest Voting!

May 26th, 2005, 02:45 AM
-Voting will take place in here.
-It will be as a poll, so each person may only have 1 vote.
-It will be a public poll, and no one may vote for a poem they submitted.
-The winner will be the poem with the most votes.
-In the voting thread, feel free to post why you think your poem or another person's poem should receive votes, or why you voted as you did.

As I am running this contest, I will abstain from voting, except in the event of a tie. I will, however, submit and nominate.

remember, you cannot vote for your own poem.

Voting ends on Tuesday the 31st.


Wet Leaves and Ice-SnoopCitySid

Wet leaves and ice - you can slip on them twice

like beans over rice or dubious advice

A touch of darkness and a little lack of sleep

can land you in a heap and make your friends weep

You can slip as you slide - you can dip as you glide

You can sway as you pray - you can pay on the way

A wet road is like a sweaty load - it's hard to grab hold

It'll keep you from getting old - and leave you out in the cold

Just like a friend that leaves you in the end - at a tricky bend

and leaves you to defend a friend on whom you can't depend

[center]Wet leaves and ice - you can slip on them twice

like beans over rice or dubious advice

cynic's fairy tale (a waltz)-PerVirtuous

he earth spins around
the sun it goes down
there's blood all over the moon
and the rats, they say
in the old time way
make love in abandoned rooms

so the picture book aisles
and the syrupy smiles
do their best for a poison dream
but a mail order life
with a ready made wife
is a gasp in a long, long scream

the bills they come in through the front door slot
the lovers by back door stairs
so draw the blinds over conscience's eye
it's time for the animal fairs

the dead silent rooms
they make cold plaster tombs
where the hate
freely flits up and down
then he tips his black hat
and blows his gray nose
on the hem of a soft, white gown

so the covers come off
and the teevee comes on
the clock hands spin wildly around
there's a crack in the door
a hole in the floor
and the walls come tumbling down

so the people they leave
but the memories stay
to try it again on their own
the picture book aisles
and the syrupy smiles
are left there all alone

For Buddy, Secretly for Me.-HappyLady

A little girl who loves you sleeps restlessly in her bed.
Before her eyes closed, she knew you were suffering
and that you might not keep breathing through the night.

I have never watched a thing I love die…not even dreams…or a dog.

For weeks now you have been showing all the signs, and no one wanted to see.
Selfish humans who find comfort in pretending.

We were not much for friends.

You were mostly an inconvenience to me,
barking me out of my slumber at 3 a.m. most nights.

To go out,
To feel the cool country breeze…
Only to howl moments later to come back in
because you got a chill in your old bones.

I’m sorry now for the time when the frustration and exhaustion of the mid-night awakenings took over in me.
I staggered down the stairs angry and gave you a kick to get out the door and then left you out there howling til sunrise.

But being sorry will only make me feel better.
Selfish humans who find comfort in pretending.

We were not much for friends.

You annoyed me,
stealing peanut butter and jelly sandwiches out of a small child’s hands.
How could you jump even that high, being a short, fat beagle dog?

I’m sorry now for the times I did not give you my table scraps,
Not because you shouldn’t have them being fat as you were,
But because you barked at me, demanding I give them to you
rather than begging me for a taste.

But being sorry will only ease my suffering,
Not erase yours.

All day, you did not move from the family room.
You just looked sadly at anyone who looked sadly at you.

As I put my light-haired little girl to bed, her shaking voice asked me to wake her if anything should happen to you.
I assured her that you had held on so long with all your struggling these last few weeks that surely you’d still be struggling in the morning.

We were not much for friends.

I had not been in the room you spent the day in for some time.
I had been seeing to life’s routines while you painfully panted and fearfully gasped for breaths.

When I finally came to see you, your back legs were not working anymore and you looked sadly at me because I looked sadly at you.
When I finally came to see you, you had managed to get from one side of the room to the other and up the ledge into the kitchen.

I wondered how long it must have taken you without your back legs moving anymore,
how frantically you must have worked to get there and get up that ledge.

I wondered mostly where you were trying to go.

I walked over to you.
To help you to stand,
To help you to get where you were trying to go.

I stroked my hand on your side and patted you softly,
through your brown patch of fur, then your black and white patches,
and you let your head fall down to rest on the hard kitchen floor.

You did not want to die alone.
(Selfish humans who find comfort in pretending.)

I stayed with you, patting you,
long after your belly stopped moving up and down,
long after your paws and head stopped twitching,
long after your urine saturated the floor,
long after the drops of blood leaked from your mouth.

But patting you only made me feel better,
since you had left me there alone some time ago.

“Buddy, I’ll help you to go out into the cool country air.”
“Buddy, I’ll help you to go where you want to go.”
“My friend, I’ll help you to go.”

Travel on-Iluvatar

On an island in the ocean wide
A sand floor that's 5 by 5.
Looking out into the vast
Blue their bobs a wooden raft.
He sails in from the eastern sea
But this young man is rowing to me.

We stand atop this sandy shore
Many are we, but we welcome more.
He lands his craft amongst our own
and soon he finds he calls it home.

They come and go, and many stay
This young man is the latter way.
He joins our group, with friends he talks
Hears their tales and takes his walks.
Soon he stands with scope at eye
Watching others drawing nye.

The rulers of this island small
Standing there, so proud and tall
Appraise this man and see his merit
He could join them, if he dare it.
This young man though, will take the offer
Though volunteer, to fill no coffer.

He rules the island, just and fair
Policing travelers, here and there
A citizen too, he walks around
Greeting friends in deed and sound.

But after time has come and gone
We see him stand, his face is long.
He recollects, his time was fun,
And stares at the setting sun.

This island with it boisterous crowd
minds so keen and mouths so loud.
was this young man's element
but he finds his heart is rent.
He sits thinking through the night
and at the dawn, he knows he's right.

As the sun is just arisin'
He watches the east horizon.

With a stick gripped in his hand
he scrawls farewell in the sand
And sets his raft to the Eastern sun
On a straight brisk wind his sail does run

Waving at the man who's left
I can feel my heart bereft
Of one who was a leader strong
Whether right or whether wrong

Life goes on, 'tis not the end
But mars as departs our friend.

Dedicated to Neverending, AntiMaterialist, and GodlessPagan.

Transpository-Xanado Moo

I would even talk to you
Once in a great long while
And perhaps look just your way
With no hint of a smile
Your compass it would follow me
Around the glorious globe
To lose your poor, confused mind
When to me you’re close
That's what we'd do instead of living
If each other we were giving

There’d be a place you’d often wait
In hopes that soon I’d come
You’d want to have me drawn inside
As I stayed far from home
You couldn’t break me from my sleep
Still unconvinced of lofty aims
Wouldn’t be bothered with such things
While you climbed my exalted frames

I’d know you once and forget you twice
Your name would no bells ring
I’d fail to take your grand advice
Of spreading forth my wings
A sorry sight your eyes would be
When they on me not gaze
Deeper emotions, they would flee
I could not bear the praise

I’d find my home oblivion
You, an asphyxiated wreck
My friends would all be plebeian
Fate’s hands around your neck
I’d grant the time to fit you in
If only the next century
Not as if I cared all that much
For one such trivial injury

Me and you, the both of us—
Colossus and homunculus
That's what we'd be instead of living
If each other we were giving

A worthy plan this all would be
I scorn you, while you love me
Fairness in chaotic states
Nurturing the things it hates
Equilibrium devoid of force
Ripping tongues from the gift horse
Label for an impossible
Relationship disposable
I win, you lose, so equitable
We ride this destined course

Then you'd write a wondrous poem
And rave on all about me
To sing my name as joyfulness
And never at all doubt me
Me… I'd go on with life
Not even contemplating…
Precisely what your caring means
To this tender, naive psyche

That’s where we’d go instead of living
A reversal trip... all too befitting

May 26th, 2005, 07:51 AM
Voting was really tough this time. I was torn between two.

May 26th, 2005, 08:01 AM
I would love to see a 5 way tie :)

May 26th, 2005, 10:45 AM
Drat, I completely forgot to make this a public poll. *sigh* Well, all the contestants, minus myself, are decent, honest people, so I'll have to trust you :). Honor system here.

May 30th, 2005, 11:22 AM
Ok, I've been out for a few days, so i'll announce now, the voting will end tomorrow night (tuesday the 31st).

May 30th, 2005, 01:10 PM
I voted for Iluvatar's, as I liked the imagery and it dealt with a good subject, past friends from this site.

May 31st, 2005, 07:18 PM
Alas, I lose, but at least I voted for the winner
I pick and I choose - does that make me a sinner?
A loser would not have picked any at all
A loser just hangs like a horse at the stall

... as of this moment I am the only entry without a vote :(

June 1st, 2005, 02:36 AM
Well, cool stuff, I win.:)

This contest went considerably smoother than the last, so I think we'll probably stick with this new format.

June 1st, 2005, 11:05 AM
Congrats Iluv! We had a lot of good entries!