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Post by Moonlight on Oct 9, 2004 6:36:28 GMT -5
Anyone want to have a poetry contest? OK, here are the rules: 1.) You may enter any poem, either one you made or one you found 2.) Judgeing will be held by October 20. 3.) Everyone has one vote 4.) You may enter as many poems as you want
Ok, here's mine, I found it in my 2nd grade poetry book:
Hold onto dreams, For if dreams die, Life is a broken-winged bird, that can not fly.
Hold onto dreams, For if dreams go, Life is a barren field, Frozen with snow.
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Post by Lightning on Oct 9, 2004 6:49:46 GMT -5
My vote is for Moonlight.
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Post by Laydee on Oct 9, 2004 7:04:44 GMT -5
OOC. this is a poem i made up, it is not a rhyming poem, but still a poem.
Coma Finally i reached it. My shattered mind at last let go and i allowed myself to stray into the depths of fanstasy. It's amazing what your brain can make up, a wonderful place, so beautiful and peacfull you feel a need to go there, to experiance such a joyous world. But it's just a fantasy you tell yourself, trying to ease the pain which slowly fills your heart. There's no such place, desperately trying to soften the knife which digs at your soul. Your still slipping away, falling and no-one to save you, falling into this crazy world, this wonderland of peace. You try and turn back, NO! you shout, but all in vain, you are pulled down with a force which you cannot match, your immagination and admiration have taken control. You feel hopless and powerless. Faintly, coming from where you have just fallen, you hear someone calling your name
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Post by Moonlight on Oct 9, 2004 10:20:46 GMT -5
I vote for Laydee! By the way, the pic is nice. OK, I have another one, but it is about horse slaughter. Its really sad. But I'm putting it up anyhow. Born on the Moors, To a caring mare, The rain on my face, The wind in my hair. Joy in my eyes, A tiny bright foal, With love in my heart, That one day would fall. Growing and learning, Upon the wild hills, Racing the wind, A young colt thrills. One day a big lorry, With humans inside, Drags off my brother, Where dark tales abide. My mother is frightened, My father is brave, My friend who was free, Will now be a slave. And then a great army, Of twenty strong men, Capture my small herd, Of my father and ten. We are shoved in a dark truck, Which rumbles along, And are scared for our lives, (which don't have long). The food there is none, And the water is less, In the tiny dim light, We wait in the mess. And at last we emerge, Into daylight again. Where we're jabbed at with forks, From the hands of the men, And herded thru barriers, Narrow and tall, But I still have my mother, And so I don't fall. But I smell a strange thing, An instinctive stench, And it so frightens me, That I twist and I wrench, And I squeeze and I squirm, And I try to break free! The whineys are loud, But my mother stays quiet, Though I think that she knows, The reasons for riot. So I calm just a little, And trust in her age, When I see a dark stallion, Exploding in rage. His hooves clash on fencing, And the forks smite him down, And he coughs up red fluid, And quickly he drowns. And the men drag him off, With a rope round his head, And I squeal with terror, At seeing him dead. And my mother shows fear now, For herself and her son, But the bars are too tall, They've already won. And we're inside the building, Where the smell is so strong, That even this young foal, Knows what's going on. And I don't try to struggle, As I wade through the blood, My mum says she loves me, And I knew that she would. For that was the moment, Before we must part, As the man with the knife, Jabs it into her heart. And stabs her again, And once more in the head, And she squeals and she dies, And falls like the rest, To the moving conveyor, Which beckons my soul, Then the knife falls upon me, And so ...I must go.
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Post by Laydee on Oct 9, 2004 13:49:41 GMT -5
rele good! i vote for moonlight! ;D
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Post by Moonlight on Oct 12, 2004 12:57:47 GMT -5
Thank you. Thank you. *fake bows* Its not really that good, I copied it off of someone's Horseland page
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Post by Sataness on Oct 21, 2004 14:59:10 GMT -5
My vote's for Laydee too. There aren't enough entries, the contest has been postponed to November 20. Sorry.
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Post by Sataness on Oct 21, 2004 15:01:31 GMT -5
No like the contest, but the judgeing. Here is the list of votes as of 10/21/04:
Laydee's poem, Coma: II Moonlight's Horse Slaughter poem: I Moonlight's Dream poem: I
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Post by Terry on Oct 26, 2004 6:31:23 GMT -5
The Thirsty Pumpkin
I woke up one night I had a big fright I saw a pumpkin It was very bright The pumpkin it grew So downstairs I flew I ran to the fridge He ran there too
He asked for a drink I said there’s the sink He didn’t want water I served lemonade pink
He gulped it all down He gave me a frown He let out a burp He’s such a clown!
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Post by Terry on Oct 26, 2004 6:32:14 GMT -5
I vote for Laydee
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Post by Moonlight on Nov 3, 2004 19:27:37 GMT -5
Wow Terry, thats a really nice poem!!!
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Post by Moonlight on Nov 3, 2004 19:30:31 GMT -5
Postitions as of 11/3/04:
Laydee's Comma: III Terry's Pumpkin: Moonlight's Dream: I Moonlight's Anti-Horse Slaughter: I
Remember, all votes must be in by November 20th. Thank you.
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Post by GreySpirit on Nov 4, 2004 7:46:08 GMT -5
I dont have a poem but i'm voting for the anti horse slaughter one
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Post by Moonlight on Nov 12, 2004 16:50:50 GMT -5
Thanx:
Laydee's Comma: III Terry's Pumpkin: Moonlight's Dream: I Moonlight's Anti-Horse Slaughter: II
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Post by Moonlight on Nov 21, 2004 7:34:38 GMT -5
*Turns red* These are the votes, vote for one of the two finals by December 1st:
Laydee's Comma: III Terry's Pumpkin: Moonlight's Dream: I Moonlight's Anti-Horse Slaughter: II
Finals:
Laydee's Comma: III Moonlight's Anti-Horse Slaughter: II
Thank you to all who have eithier voted or put a poem in.
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