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those three words
It’s Valentine’s Day. You just want to hear those three words. Except...
Those three words spoken to you are not those three words you expected to hear
That's right. It’s Valentine’s Day and someone you are close to said to you, I hate you.
rules:
the poem must contain “those three words”
you must be born on 1948 (or not)
you may be drunk while writing the poem
length:
KISS
deadline:
wed 3/30 11:59pm (your local time)
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
It was Valentine's Day when she said
It'd be better if I woke up dead.
"Drop dead, baby," she cooed,
"That was poisoned." I chewed--
Yes!--then swallowed the fate I was fed.
Wait, what are the rules again?
The rules are basically "no rules".
BUT please Keep It Simple Sweetheart. I can't read long dense poems (dyslexia and borderline ADHD). If anyone submit anything that resembles T.S. Eliot's Wasteland it's an automatic disqualification
Just stay in topic:
It’s Valentine’s Day and someone you are close to said to you, I hate you (or to that effect). Dont forget it has to be three-word phrases and the phrase "those three words" MUST be in the poem
Y/N, your three words already beat the ones I came up with in my head. Nice going!!!
For a little more background to this contest...
http://www.online-literature.com/for....php?p=1018442
Last edited by Haunted; 03-23-2011 at 03:37 PM.
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
My heart beat
erratic in the extreme heat
as I opened the card
that played 'Happy Valentine's Day'
like a chipmunk gone horribly wrong.
Those three words spat:
'Go To Hell!'
The tomcat sprayed his hate on me.
I slithered across the floorboards,
varnished in my own pungent sweat
to sink eternally under the tepid waterline
of my limescaled bath.
Last edited by Delta40; 03-24-2011 at 03:13 AM.
Before sunlight can shine through a window, the blinds must be raised - American Proverb
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
She was clipping her big black toe
the gothic varnish
covered her foot fungus
and her milky white nail
in flawless perfection.
I gave her a red rose
but she wanted
those three words
'I love you haunted.'
I am a free spirit
I ripped the rules
and went in with four.
'Don't be a twat'
she offered back
with a screw driver in each hand.
'Both for you'?
'You want one'?
'Would rather choke'
'Could be arranged'
'Go fu ck yourself'
'Would last longer'
'You can't write'
'You're no poet'
'Lets get divorced'
'We got married'?
'Its poetic licence'
'Now this poem is too long'
'There aint no pleasing you'
'What happened to three word phrases'?
'Life's too short'
'Like your manhood'
'fancy a screw'?
'Only a driver'
'I am pissed off with three word phrases and I am now going to write a really long line just to annoy you'.
'Polish your head'
'Have I written 'wasteland yet'?
'I have no idea as my ADHD means I am no longer reading'
' I need no audience'
'Why do you post your crap on here then?
'I don't know'
'Fancy a swim?'
'Which way to the sea, Jane'?
Last edited by Jerrybaldy; 03-23-2011 at 09:06 PM.
For those who believe,
no explanation is necessary.
For those who do not,
none will suffice.
hmmm we got a problem...
I don’t think I can be impartial anymore! But no worries. Being a professional problem solver, here's the new judging assignment:
"best of the best" award
judge: PrinceMyshkin
this will be the official winner. He/she will go home with the grand prize of $1 gamillion Litnet money
“my personal favorite” award
judge: OP
“the poem I wish I had written” award
judge: OP
Three ways to win! Ladies & Gentlemen start your pengines and keep them coming!
Last edited by Haunted; 03-24-2011 at 12:49 AM.
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
Strange you started this; I wrote a poem for the object of my affection the other day and posted it on facebook:
BROKE A**ED LOVE
I get broke a** love nearly every night
if he's not at the club startin' a fight
Or stayin' with some b**ch that I don't know
or basin' crack with one of his hoes
Now my friends think it lame that I'm sharin' a man
but he's handsome and ripped and has a tan
He may not have money or livin' means
but a broke a**ed man can always make you scream
Last edited by soundofmusic; 03-25-2011 at 12:01 AM.
I woud like to vote sound of music the winner.
For those who believe,
no explanation is necessary.
For those who do not,
none will suffice.
We need to think up some really good choice words for her guy. Maybe the next contest? We can make an anti-love poem thread out of this...
btw you guys got me lmfao
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
I never got to see the roses.
The girl just said, “don’t worry,
They’ll look beautiful.”
I sat behind my desk thinking of her face
As she thanks the delivery boy
And slips him a fiver
And holds the roses
Like a baby to her chest, thinking
The bastard won’t leave me alone.
At night I disappear into a glass
And read her message from within
My personal, deeply submerged
Blurry vessel.
“Never again, love.” she writes
And depths unknown are there
To be explored
Again.
Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine...
At night I disappear into a glass! I was left feeling so empty reading your poem. Bravo!
I nominate DocHeart here
Before sunlight can shine through a window, the blinds must be raised - American Proverb
Last call. Just one more day to write about your crappy valentine!
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
Prince will now have the honor of picking a winner.
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
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