Poetry Contest

[GimmyDiamond]

Arg! I always hated contests, but, well, I sorta, kinda wrote a poem for the pic so I might as well post it . . . right Don't ask why I saw it this way, maybe cuz the neighbourhood I live in or b/c I have bad manners
Anyways . . . here it is . . .

Good grief!
What is it this time?!

Is he selling something?
Or is it money?
Lost and can’t get home?
Man that line is old . . .
Or is it more???

Either way
Can’t he see feigned interest for just that
FEIGNED . . .

OH bloody hell,
He keeps leaning further
Like that’s something I haven’t seen before . . .

Why do I always get these people who ramble
Who seem to think I was born yesterday
Do I need a leave me alone sign

Damn manners and
Not feeling right about ignoring him
But the hell with it, if he’s here again tomorrow

One thing’s for sure
These steps aren’t big enough for the both of us

Well, there it is . . . think what you will . . .

[mir]

Nice poem, Gimmy!

[GimmyDiamond]

Thanks mir! I wasn't too sure about it . . .

[dramasnot6]

You have a unique, strong voice Gimmy Well done.

[Susan Sonnen]

Gimmy, Your poem made me smile!

[Pendragon]

A Gem from Gimmy!

[GimmyDiamond]

Thank you guys Dramas, Susan, and Pen!!!! I was worried someone (or everyone) would think I'm mean or something . . .

[thefemalemind]

Okay, here it is.

Rap

Look at how he’s swinging his hands.
Nonsense is filling my ears.
What is it with these people?
Or do I just not understand.
His rhymes tell a story of how he lives…
Feel the beat of his life.
Feel the words calming your mind.
Get lost in the rythm of his heart
...His soul.
And just listen...
Then maybe you’d understand
It's Who They Are...
It's All They Are...


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Okay so there it is. i havent written in a while and ive never written something like this but i figured i had to enter something. its different...

[thevintagepiper]

I love the poem, Pendragon!

Sorry to hear you had problems, vintagepiper. If anyone has any difficulty seeing the image just let me know. It is my image, and I can email it. Glad it is provoking some thought . . .

Don't worry about it, it's just that the internet company here is extremely strict.

[Adolescent09]

Well, I gave it my best shot. I'm glad to be participating for the first time in this contest and I truly admire some of immaculate poetic works that this enduring thread has produced. In time, perhaps, my work too may be comporable but as of now, it's constant work and enlightenment

Here is my banal attempt to classify the most recent image presented in poetic terms:

Blocked
Upright on a surface of stony layers we cast our thoughts into the wind,
adjacent, though physically it seems,
our minds self reflect, rendering speech, prolonged and dim
a pole of steel, in my wake, lays an impregnable boundary
where I may sit and he may watch,
telling swashbuckling tales,
while I am huddled in my cubicle,
and neither his speech,
or his tone,
leaves me desirous of hearing more.
I tell him this is so
but my words flow over him,
as does his over me,
for blocked we are, barricade in between, on this endless pillar of stone.

[Pendragon]

Nice one, 'Dole!

[rintrah]

I have enjoyed the entries so far . . . you have 2 weeks left to post your poem in this round. Good luck!

[Adolescent09]

Your last poem was fantastic Rintrah. You are very adept at this.

[Pendragon]

Took me a few readings to really grasp the poem, but I like it, Female Mind! Not bad at all. Good show!

[AdoreroDio]

OK I'll try this "contest", here goes

A twenty-one year old runaway



I sat there listening
just listening
his tale fascinating
drawing me in
yet all that ran through my head was
a twenty0one year old runaway
running away is for two year olds
maybe 12
but not twenty-one
you cannot runaway from life
he will find it were he's going
he's a twenty-one year old runaway
bags packed
cigarette in hand
and I can't help thinking
Can I run away to?



I don't know if it's that great but.....