Dr. Acula's Poetry Contest! Contest Ended. Click for Link to Poll Thread, Vote For Your Favorite!

A slender beam of light has touched my heart
And the music now fills my mind,
But the words are so hard to find.
I never thought I could be so blind.

All life is a jest if we seek not its' soul
And if we can leave behind what has gone before,
Then what lies ahead must surely mean more.
I truly must find what lies on the other shore.

Oft have I heard this beckoning call,
To gaze upon the ocean of my life
And to seek the calm that lies beneath the turgid strife.
To lay open my heart with loves knife.

Many times have I played with words,
Trying to make them say what I thought was right.
Only to find later that I had lost the fight
And in reality I had shed no light.

I know that I am a bit of a fool
To think that words can say it all,
When actions are what truly stand tall,
But are there no words that can save us from a fall?

The pain I sometimes feel
Should make me look deeper,
To hold tight to life´s keeper.
Instead at times it just makes me life´s weeper.

My favorite is this 1. LoL.

As I stood there on the shore
And watched the surf roll in,
My mind was lost in wondering
About all the places I´ve been.
When suddenly my thoughts were set free

The Breeze that was playing with my hair,
The Breeze that was constantly blowing,
Is like time in its´ continuous flowing.
Carrying the sounds of laughter and of sorrow,
Of life and of death,
All on the same breath.

It can bring the sweet smell of a fragrant rose,
Or it can sweep clean in one mighty gust,
All of the treasures in which we falsely trust.
It can a pile mountain of memories at our feet,
Or erode a mountain of pain.
Some would let this drive them insane.

The Ocean that was cooling my feet,
The Ocean that was forever pounding the seashore,
Is like the dreams we live for.
The depth of which we can not fully know.
The end of which we cannot see.
Only the waves which touch the shore of reality.

Sailing on the ship of our thoughts,
Our dreams provide the means to reach a far off land,
Or caress our hearts with a gentle hand.
But if we sail too long on the sea of our dreams
We might be swallowed up and drown you see,
If we get caught in a storm of fantasy.

The Sun up above that warms my face,
The Sun up above that turns the sky blue,
Is like the hope that we all cling to.
Giving us a reason to care.
Giving us light so we might find the way,
To endure any sorrow that fate might make us pay.

As darkness would fall let us have no fear,
Not one thought of being lost in the night.
For the morning will always come and give us back our sight.
If we chart the right course through lifes maze,
The sunny sky above will always be fair,
Even when the wind and the ocean are no longer there.

:)

Warriors collide
on a ghostly path,
weary of death.
Coldness wraps
a shroud,
they feel not.
Un-knowing the warmth of hearth
and fellow man,
they expertly succumb.
And so return,
as warriors
on a ghostly path.

Last Edited by Waterbug on 02/03/2013 07:18 PM

The goal of searching is to find
And the best place to start is your mind.
A quest of unknown complexity.
Will it bring us to the ultimate conclusion?
Or lead us down the path of colorful delusion.

True enough to believe,
False enough to deceive,
Those words that flow like water.
Do they deserve our attention?
Are they valuable enough to mention?

Lost in a sea of misunderstanding,
Searching for the shore in hope of landing.
A glance behing the curtain
Could reveal the TRUTH,
Or just a glass of Vodka and Vermouth.

The rude awakening is almost here.
Hung over headache so nothing is clear,
How did I get to this unfamiliar place?
A look in the mirror shows a confused face.

A timid advance to the window for a look.
Nothing seems real, like a page from a book.
People wandering aimlessly on the street
Slowly, sadly almost dragging their feet.

The Sun is hidden behind a curtain of mist.
Suddenly it hits you with the sting of a fist,
We were lured into this indentured fate
The promise of prosperity was the only bait.

So high from the smell of plastic were we
Chasing the carrot we ran with giggling glee.
But now all our toys from Christmases past
Melt away before our eyes while we stand agast.

Can you remember the songs you used to sing?
Do you recall the smell of green from the Spring?
Now the leaves are brown, released to fall free
A joyous refrain haunted by its distant melodie.

So many cycles in life that must repeat
What begins with triumph shall end in defeat.
Prepare then yourself for what you must endure,
Nurture the seeds of wisdom and keep them pure.

Don't cry out in anger for your sad misery,
Don't shed a tear as you ply your selfish plea.
Let the knowledge of your fate pass through you
As you follow a path that is straight and true.

Good job everybody! It has been a real pleasure reading all your excellent work... Made me a better writer. Best of luck!

verses just mean VS
something used to deflect and neglect
reverse sense of worthless
you can write your own story
and define your own glory
call it fiction, because every story has a few
just based on interpretation we're only left clues
so choose to ignore, or choose to abuse
it all comes back to you
CLARITY, ALIGNING THE CLUES
I got a case of the Indigo Blues...

Start with your heart.

There's some really amazing stuff getting posted on here! Couldn't resist sharing a few more with you beautiful folks!

The Man Who Lived in a Grain of Sand

Have you ever heard
The sound of a single eye opening,
Looking, gazing longingly at itself in a
Lightning-stricken sand castle,
Each grain melting & congealing,
Coalescing & fusing into a
Collage, a million-mirror-montage
Of the only thing that holds
Absolute truth, the one sign
That tells all, the spark & flame
Which burns whithin the eye that
Has seen the light?
It sounds like...


The Things Worth Remembering

'What year is it?' I ask myself,
Waking to the lamenting sound of
Grey-black thunder clouds drifting by overhead.
Although the minutes crawl by, each second
A gladiator battling the next one for domination over
Our lives, and the hours inch by,
If inches were but a little smaller,
The days quickly become a blur. With each
New one I put under my belt, two
Fall out of my pocket as I
Walk down the alley between
Space Avenue and Time Boulevard.
In the beginning,
There was denial, but when I
Forgot the beginning,
Denial begot distress, then
Distress became acceptance.
The more the past begins to roll up,
The more important the future
Seems. What happens if it catches
Up to me? Will it roll over me and
Leave dust and smoke in its wake? What
is IT anyways? The one thing that is
Sure to remain are these words
Echoing in your heart and head.
So when you no longer feel your
Past breathing down your neck, when
Your thoughts backwards are just
As cloudy as your thoughts forwards,
Breathe, and Sigh, and Sit, and Write...
The things worth remembering.


Eternity

Do you remember how you felt when you realized you were invincible?
Did your heart start beating like a drum,
As lightning coarsed through your veins?
Did life look brighter through imortal eyes,
Was the air more real, more crisp and alive?
Or did you C o L p O e S n E your eyes and forget it all?
What a strange dream that was? What a strange dream this is?
Only time will tell where the line is drawn.

Peace all

Last Edited by King Felix on 02/03/2013 07:42 PM

Stop, just stop
Listen for a moment to all the sounds
These thoughts in my head going round and round
My mind screams give me some peace!
A quiet moment with some relief
Relief from the fact that I cant sleep
My mind keeps running
I'm getting weak
Can someone free me from this prison
The one that I built when no one would listen
Running
Running
Who am I running from?
The fact that I don't know who I am
Or where I come from
I sigh relief
I'm coming back down
Down from the high that makes me feel like a clown
I want to be normal
I want to be sane
I am what I am
Did I make myself this way?
I can't find no one else to blame
I just wish these voices would stop saying my name
"I'm not home right now, please go away
I'm off finding my mind it ran away today"
Some one find the pieces to this puzzle
The puzzle is my life
My life is a mess
I don't know which way to turn
Just take a lucky guess...I guess
Why do I keep going, going
I need to slow down
Stop just Stop


Not a member just like to share.....lots of awesome poems on this thread!

The Contest is now officially over. No poems after this post will be considered for the winning. I want to thank you all from the bottom of my heart for sharing with us all your art of rhyme and prose.

This thread stands as a testament of the creativity, and intellect of GLP. There has been an impressive amount of poems submitted. I have read each and every one. I am proud to be apart of such an inspiring and amazing community!

I wish I could award you all. But even if your poem doesn’t end up winning… that doesn’t mean you didn’t share with us an amazing piece of art. You all are winners in my eyes… and your talent is clear and unlike any other group I have been associated with.

So stay tuned! There is much work to be done on this side!

I am having my wife assist me in picking the Top 10… She doesn’t know any of you, she is a non member and she will ‘judge’ fairly based on the poem and poem alone.

I want to run a fair contest :)




…and just because its over… doesn’t mean you have to stop posting your poems! :)

So I can’t pay you off?

Good luck everybody!!!

This is my entry:

haha

im afraid not

the contest is over now... and by my own rules this entry is non eligible for the prize...

BUT...

That is my favorite... it was ingeniously creative! Not only is it a GLP themed poem... but it actually used GLP as the poem. followed structure and rhymed.

So AC 336



Now back to reading and discussing the others

I thought it was brilliant too!

Tot-

There was once a Women named Tot
That lived off of Pig Sh*t and Snot

When she couldnt have these
She ate the the green cheese
from the inside of her tw*t

Bummer, this is genius

some good ones.
dont envy you having to choose Doc.lol
Lots of Acs put their stuff out just for the chance to have their art read or participate, lots of members added their work whilst not wanting the upgrade, just wanting to be part of the poetry appreciation.
Nice.
Lots of good wordsmithing and witty creativeness.

but man idont envy you having to choose ;-)

The 10 have been selected!

Go find out who... and vote! :)

Best of luck to you all!!!

Thread: The Poetry Bowl! VOTING NOW CLOSED! Congrats to Minus9 for Winning!

KC you but freek
That day you told me today religion's priced too high-end for the commonman
"But", hehe and there you dunnit again..tf man
Nobody hehes after buts, ,the end.

Any chance at getting a list of honorable mentions?

Thank you AllisaTx.....!!!!

:D This entire thread is a list of honorable mentions. :)

Everyone contributed amazing work