Okay, last time I held a contest, there were those stinkin rebels who either didn't read or just ignored the the rules. They're not that harsh, so please follow them, I'm going to be more strict this time.
Here are the options:
Option #1: Make me feel your pain. If there is something you're going through, and feel the need to get it out in poetry, go right ahead. Please make it something actually serious though. I dont want to hear about how your cat has fleas (unless you can make it funny, and tasteful) or how your 11 years old, and the love of your life left you.
Option #2: Dark: Are you afraid of the dark? Do you embrace it? Do you think something is hiding in it? Tell me what you think of the dark.
Option #3: Masochism. Pleasure in pain. Whether it be in the form of putting yourself through a relationship that hurts you, or putting germex in cat scratches because it feels good. Just please no cutting.
Option #4: Pure hatred. I dont want "I hate Sharleen, because she wore the same shirt as me Friday" I want loathsome, spiteful hatred. It can be unreasonable (I am a big fan of that actually) as long as you keep it real.
Option #5: Music. This will earn a lot of brownie points (especially if you can somehow involve the piano or cello. I love music, and feel that it doesnt have enough poetry, which is at times music in itself.
Option #6:Anything. Have any outstanding RHYMING poetry that just has went unnoticed. Go right ahead and enter it. As long as it hasnt won any trophies prior to this.
Option #7: Last one, I promise, Solitude. Tell me why you love (or hate) to be alone. Are you independent, or is it just that you don't like people? Do you get lonely and depressed, or do you just love being around people? Whatever your reason tell me. Or just tell me about solitude in general. Whatever the word inspires you to do.
Okay, this is the part that most people hate, or just skip. Rules! But I'm not too bad, so bear with me here.
Rule #1: Please, use normal grammar and spelling. You consider yourself a poet, a master of language, so you should be able to speak that language well.
Rule #2: DoNt TaLk LiKe THIS please!
Rule #3: There is no maximum number of lines, but there is a minimum of 12. Anyone can take 8 words and arrange them in a quite lovely manner in two lines and call it a poem. I want this to be a challenge.
Rule #4: To show that you have, indeed, read these rules, tell me what you would name a pet parrot, or just say you saw rule number four and cant think of a name. I wouldnt want to further stress your creative minds.
Rule #5: No erotica. If you dont heed this warning, I wont be able to read your poem, and you will be warned, and later dsqualified if it isnt fixed. Feel free to swear, as long as it isnt obsessively.
Rule #6: Please make it rhyme.At least a little bit. This is a poetry contest, and there is some amazing poetry out there that doesnt rhyme, but poems of that quality are few and far between. And honestly, would it kill you to follow a little bit of a rhythm?
Last time no one followed this rule, please do this time.
Rule #7:Have fun!!!!!
I will be fairly honest, but not cruel. I will comment on your poem, as long as it isnt total rubbish.
I may or may not have used some of the same options as last time. *looks down sheepishly* You all did so great, I had to.
I cant wait to see what you guys come up with! Have fun!
Here are the options:
Option #1: Make me feel your pain. If there is something you're going through, and feel the need to get it out in poetry, go right ahead. Please make it something actually serious though. I dont want to hear about how your cat has fleas (unless you can make it funny, and tasteful) or how your 11 years old, and the love of your life left you.
Option #2: Dark: Are you afraid of the dark? Do you embrace it? Do you think something is hiding in it? Tell me what you think of the dark.
Option #3: Masochism. Pleasure in pain. Whether it be in the form of putting yourself through a relationship that hurts you, or putting germex in cat scratches because it feels good. Just please no cutting.
Option #4: Pure hatred. I dont want "I hate Sharleen, because she wore the same shirt as me Friday" I want loathsome, spiteful hatred. It can be unreasonable (I am a big fan of that actually) as long as you keep it real.
Option #5: Music. This will earn a lot of brownie points (especially if you can somehow involve the piano or cello. I love music, and feel that it doesnt have enough poetry, which is at times music in itself.
Option #6:Anything. Have any outstanding RHYMING poetry that just has went unnoticed. Go right ahead and enter it. As long as it hasnt won any trophies prior to this.
Option #7: Last one, I promise, Solitude. Tell me why you love (or hate) to be alone. Are you independent, or is it just that you don't like people? Do you get lonely and depressed, or do you just love being around people? Whatever your reason tell me. Or just tell me about solitude in general. Whatever the word inspires you to do.
Okay, this is the part that most people hate, or just skip. Rules! But I'm not too bad, so bear with me here.
Rule #1: Please, use normal grammar and spelling. You consider yourself a poet, a master of language, so you should be able to speak that language well.
Rule #2: DoNt TaLk LiKe THIS please!
Rule #3: There is no maximum number of lines, but there is a minimum of 12. Anyone can take 8 words and arrange them in a quite lovely manner in two lines and call it a poem. I want this to be a challenge.
Rule #4: To show that you have, indeed, read these rules, tell me what you would name a pet parrot, or just say you saw rule number four and cant think of a name. I wouldnt want to further stress your creative minds.
Rule #5: No erotica. If you dont heed this warning, I wont be able to read your poem, and you will be warned, and later dsqualified if it isnt fixed. Feel free to swear, as long as it isnt obsessively.
Rule #6: Please make it rhyme.At least a little bit. This is a poetry contest, and there is some amazing poetry out there that doesnt rhyme, but poems of that quality are few and far between. And honestly, would it kill you to follow a little bit of a rhythm?
Last time no one followed this rule, please do this time.
Rule #7:Have fun!!!!!
I will be fairly honest, but not cruel. I will comment on your poem, as long as it isnt total rubbish.
I may or may not have used some of the same options as last time. *looks down sheepishly* You all did so great, I had to.
I cant wait to see what you guys come up with! Have fun!
Contest is Over
- Contest was judged on January 1
- Rewards: Gold: 400, Silver: 200, Bronze: 100, Honorable mention: 5 people
- Final notes: Thank you all so much for entering. You all wrote great poems, and this contest was very hard to judge. If you didn't win anything, remember, my opinion judged this contest, and the fact that you didn't win says nothing about the type of poet that you are. to all those who did win, great job. I can't wait to hold another contest.
Sincerely,
Victoria (shrat)
Contest Winners
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The notes they call his fingertips
To each key as he playsby poeticcaresses 29 lines, 7 comments, on Dec 30 9:49 PM 2008. In Contest, Life, Inspirational, Abstract
Gold trophy winner
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I watch and wait, it's what I do
I'm all alone because of you• Commented on by judge. [remove] -
You are nothing,
a mere reflection of me.• Commented on by judge. [remove] -
It's a jubilation;
A killing spree• Commented on by judge. Prewrite [remove] -
I have felt the warmth of her hand
the love of her heart, the tears• Commented on by judge. [remove] -
Darkness so thick you could cut it with a knife
Words so cruel I wanted to end my life• Commented on by judge. [remove]
Silver trophy winner
Bronze trophy winner
Honorable mention
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Intertwine slender appendages
with the warmth of all you could offer,by Livingemptyspaces 27 lines, 2 comments, on Dec 30 9:04 PM 2008• Commented on by judge. -
I want to ride you, with my ride
Will you bang on my snare drum?• Commented on by judge. Prewrite -
Don't be afraid of twilight
Setting Sun will bring us light• Commented on by judge. Prewrite -
Dear mom and dad please don't be sad this is all I had. Im sorry for not being a better son im sorry for all the things I have done. I just grew sick of this world and all its lies im sick of waking up to my own cries. Todayby MyRequiemHymn 1 lines, 1 comment, on Dec 30 9:21 PM 2008• Commented on by judge.
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There is this place, can you feel
the coldness• Commented on by judge.
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lol
this reminds me of how my mom talked to me when i turned 13. a whole new set of rules. must make bed. must respect others. and all that stuff. cool contest by the way. -
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I suppose I am a very motherly figure lol. Thanks. I did one really similar a while ago, and everyone did so good I wanted to hold another.
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yep
im writing one for my mom right now.
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.. There's a huge difference between rhythm and rhyme.
Was going to enter =P But rhyming isn't my style in the least.
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I know. I was saying I don't just want rhyme. That a little solid rhythm would be nice as well.
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