AngelSakukra’s Poem Contest

DagmarTheGreat

English Class

ENNUI

(the end)

Shadydentist

Turpentine

I've always like the warning sign
because it rhymes with turpentine

mooni88

i really don't like poetry
it has too much rhyme
and when i attempt to try
i see i waste my time

Fiona

(freshman year of high school)

Innocent, naïve, curious…
Take a step into the unknown
Wondering, hesitant, cautious…
Entering a world of chaos
Pausing, observing, tiptoeing…
About to discover something important…
About to find reality

And the doors are behind you now
They're creaking shut
No turning back
Halls decked with curtains of mystery
Explore, but beware
Unveiling the wrong curtain
Can lead to regret

Wandering further
Fascinated by new sights and sounds
Moving quicker, pacing urgently
You have to see everything
Have to taste every taste
Experience every thrill
Anticipation is bubbling within
Take the chance –
Push back the curtain

It's the wrong one
Now it's really too late
You made a mistake
And suddenly the sights are too bright
The sounds are too loud
The thrill is too overwhelming
Want to scream, want to shout
Can't take the pressure

And the bubbles of anticipation
Have turned to waves of anguish
Curiosity has fled
Regret filled it's empty space
Run away, retreat
Find where it's safe
You used to know the place
But in your excitement…
You lost it

Stop, think, wait
Peek out from your hiding place
Someone's holding out a hand
To guide you back home
Rise from your bed of angry tears
So what if you can't go back –
You've got a second chance
You know what to do

Experienced, understanding, curious…
Plunging into the unknown
Predicting, wishing, creating…
Building peace in a world of chaos
Confidant, standing, conquering,
Discovering something important…
Reality is what you make of it.

TheGraySheep

Mirror

Mirror, mirror on the wall, hiding from the world,
Seeing nothing but the face, the ever-present guise.

Mirror, mirror on the wall, ever seen a tear?
Felt my hand brush your surface, as I wipe it clear?

Clarity’s some hidden thing, reflection cannot find-
The sharp angles and hue of a person left behind.

Color my emotion. Paint my sorrows blue.
Maybe you will see it then, when I look at you.

Mirror, mirror on the wall, afraid of what you see?
Maybe things were better when you didn’t look at me.

rouge

The Witch

Wrap me in charming May
Hide me where faeries play
Kiss me in sunwashed June
The witch will leave so soon

September dies in adorning brown
October holds a knife-edge crown
Look at me with dragon eyes
Dream of me in distant isles

Save me from the garish cold
The night is dark but ever bold
The owls screech in hush
The ribbons turn to dust

WINNER: (none)