You drop your seed
in a monotonous world,
dreams of conformity
twisting their way
through the broken windows
of civilization.
Around you walls begin
to crumble and shake
in the wake
of your lackluster
passion.
One by one they'll spring up,
each one a heathenous weed
with roots too deep
to destroy,
but none the less
an attractive flower.
You take pride
in your landscaping,
each colorless bloom
as intoxicatingly beautiful as
the next,
Yet there are no honeybees here
to spread
the essence
of this existence.
Each one
will be planted
and pruned
in stationary terra cotta prison cells,
never to truly
feel the earth
around their confined radicals.
For the sake of beauty
you'll force feed them artificial sunlight
and pesticides
so as to not cause defect
in this award winning garden,
but when the judges ask you
to tell them your secret,
you'll cringe to tell them
that you've been painting
your roses red.
A contest entry
- Where do babies Come from? by Jade.Butterfly.
300 points, ended September 11, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - CELEBRATING POETRY AND POETS- ONE-DAY competition, "PREVIOUSLY WRITTEN" WORK ONLY by Vera Rich.
6000 points, ended November 26, 2008, 127 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Angry?!! Show me just how angry you are... by starving-to-survive.
1250 points, ended January 25, 89 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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wow, your words hit me hard! this is a very good write. Thank you for entering my contest.
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Sorry. I think you may have misread the rules of my "Celebrating poetry and poets" competition. For this piece does not seem to refer to either. Or perhaps the poem is intended to be an extended metaphor of the process of poiesis. If so, I have to say that it seems a little too obscure. I wish you luck with this piece elsewhere - but for this particular competition, I feel that it does rank as a "non-starter".
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a great take on the promt full of vivid powerfull imagery good luck in the contest
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Yo...
That was powerful stuff.
Im nopt quite sure I understand the "house" metaphor at the start but this poem is still a mind mess-up
Congrats, a total freaking beaut
Ditt0
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Well, to be honest, I'm not too sure I get it either. This is one of those poems that kind of wrote itself, but the way I see it, is "life" is the object of this poem that takes the form of a house being overgrown by weeds that really look like beautiful flowers. Everyone ignores the damage that is being done simply because it's pleasing to the eye.
It's kind of a bash on humanity.
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Great poem Indeed..
Kind of long, But none the less
it was very good.I liked the imagery in it.
This stanza "For the sake of beauty
you'll force feed them artificial sunlight
and pesticides
so as to not cause defect
in this award winning garden,"
Was my favorite part.
very good job!
-Mandi
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