In celebration of my 3rd published collection of dark lyrical poetry "Asleep In The Arms Of Anger". I'm dedicating my newest contest to it. I prefer this genre as this is what I myself write and feel qualified to judge. I prefer the darker side of emotions of course, pain, sadness, loss, depression, life trauma..on and on and all that goes with it. So give me your best lyrical poetry/prose.
No line or word limit within reason, these are lyrics not books. (Outside of visual genre's such as acrostic or Haiku I do not believe real artists are thinking about word count or how many lines they have written when under the possession of their muse, such limits are for hallmark card type mass production stuff and not artistic in my opinion.)
PW always allowed. Again, a talented painter may indeed work in a studio making making mass production paintings for motel rooms, however I assure you they would not consider such "on demand" work a viable representation of their talent, a piece of art takes time. So as long as the poem fits the criteria, I want your best, not a quick pressured jot and scribble based on my demand for my contest.
My basic rules.
1)Write and spell correctly.
2)I like what moves me, so enjoy the contest without whines or bad feelings.
3)I'm nice so be nice.
4)I'm fascianted to know who you imagine/picture singing or creating the music for the piece you submit, please put the person/group-s you feel would benefit from and could make a good song out of your lyrics in you author's notes. (this may help me better judge the piece.) Not required by may help your case come judging time as I try to put music to the piece in my head and catch it's flow.
Thanks all and enjoy.
No line or word limit within reason, these are lyrics not books. (Outside of visual genre's such as acrostic or Haiku I do not believe real artists are thinking about word count or how many lines they have written when under the possession of their muse, such limits are for hallmark card type mass production stuff and not artistic in my opinion.)
PW always allowed. Again, a talented painter may indeed work in a studio making making mass production paintings for motel rooms, however I assure you they would not consider such "on demand" work a viable representation of their talent, a piece of art takes time. So as long as the poem fits the criteria, I want your best, not a quick pressured jot and scribble based on my demand for my contest.
My basic rules.
1)Write and spell correctly.
2)I like what moves me, so enjoy the contest without whines or bad feelings.
3)I'm nice so be nice.
4)I'm fascianted to know who you imagine/picture singing or creating the music for the piece you submit, please put the person/group-s you feel would benefit from and could make a good song out of your lyrics in you author's notes. (this may help me better judge the piece.) Not required by may help your case come judging time as I try to put music to the piece in my head and catch it's flow.
Thanks all and enjoy.
Contest is Over
- Contest was judged on May 6, 2008
- Rewards: Gold: 300, Silver: 125, Bronze: 75, Honorable mention: 3 people
- Final notes: Thanks again all and everyone for another great dark contest, I am always so awed and (stressed) when judging these as everyone as usual is just so full of talent. I look forward to the next contest and as usual all the great work there will be to read.
Contest Winners
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My heart, a butterfly
confined to gilded cage,by Immortal Obscurity 45 lines, 13 comments, on Apr 25 12:32 AM 2008. In Dark, Pain, Other
Gold trophy winner
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Tightly you held Onto dreams• Commented on by judge. [remove]
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The words played in the background, As tears rolled down my face;by Melancholic Smile 171 lines, 2 comments, on May 5 12:29 PM 2008. In Abuse, Dark, Hate
Honorable mention
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Entries [15]
1 - 15 of 15
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With no more strife
he walks a lonely road• Commented on by judge. Prewrite -
I woke up this morning only to find,
the love of my life was slowly dying.by sin 11 lines, 6 comments, on Apr 23 12:20 PM 2008• Commented on by judge. -
I am not facing the one that I adore
It's better to part ways and hurt myself• Commented on by judge. Prewrite -
How has thee fallen?
drowning the world...by Audric Beaumont 90 lines, 15 comments, on Oct 6 4:30 PM 2007• Commented on by judge. Prewrite -
Here is the death of the son you never had the hand you never touchedby mickyhamps 15 lines, 2 comments, on May 1 10:22 AM 2008• Commented on by judge.
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What do you do when you're a complete wreck,• Commented on by judge. Prewrite
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He laughed at me as i entered through the solid black doors. It wasn't a large building, deserted and hidden. The man, with his brown red t• Commented on by judge. Prewrite
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Comments
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Wow
Thank you so much for the honour of gold! There were so many amazing contestants here, and I am honoured to have competed with all of them! Thank you again for a brilliant contest!
Love and light,
Laura x -
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You're very welcome, it was well deserved. The piece just struck me and that is what it's all about. Great work.
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