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Post by _black phoenix_ on Oct 21, 2007 13:08:06 GMT -5
Its 10 days till Halloween and due-time for a spooky contest! There will be very few restrictions - You may use any format, rhyme, style, etc you like as long as the poem is under 100 words. If you use a photo or piece of artwork for inspiration please post a link for the rest of us. You may post as many entries in this thread as you wish over the next 10 days. The contest starts today and closes October 31st for judging. We will have a group vote(You obviously cant vote for your own!) to decide the winner closing November 3rd. Our big winner will receive a Halloween award for their sig and/or profile to show off.. hehe how cute. Happy posting!
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Post by ValkyrieGoddess on Oct 21, 2007 13:24:41 GMT -5
Masquerade Ball It's that time, Of the Year again, Where we all, Hide are faces, Disguise who we truly are... We all wear masks, And hide are secrets, Behind them, Hoping not to be seen, Or found out... A round-a-bout game, Of cat and mouse, Played out on the, Dance floor... Everyone looks like, A stranger, But someone there, Is waiting for you... Hope it was Ok.
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Post by Aish on Oct 22, 2007 18:31:55 GMT -5
Reign of Night
Eerie, Stark, Darkness falls
Beacon, Beckon, Moonlight calls...
the drape of night, the whisper of flight - the tell-tale screams of a mortals plight;
a high-risen moon, a full moons glow - a freed soul rises high,
then crouches low...
a lone wolf howls, a shadow sighs -
the Dawn appears, and the spirit dies...
(don't normally rhyme, eeewwww)
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Post by acronymph on Nov 24, 2007 0:14:19 GMT -5
this is impressive. I love the short-windedness of it. I know it's late to be commenting, but I missed halloween on this site! and i love halloween poems! so Poe-esque. you know?
i cannot tell at all that you do not normally rhyme. it does not seem forced, it is totally fluid
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Post by acronymph on Nov 24, 2007 0:23:03 GMT -5
Halloween:
The eager anticipation sends hearts in abounds It’s All Hallow’s Eve and the moon is round. We hear the turning of those restless in the ground. The lights go out And the doorbells ring And gouls and witches do their trick-or-treat thing.
Soon the monsters grow weary and the moon grows white And the children flee inside, before they’re swallowed by the night. That’s when the trees see the brooms take flight.
As little girls and boys lay still in their beds The creatures come out, arise from the dead. Despite what you hear Despite what you’re told The dead don’t rest long enough to grow cold.
So while your candles melt to puddles and your pumpkins lose their light, Something else is stirring, something thriving on the night. Make sure you are sleeping Pull your feet under your sheets, And be thankful you don’t know What blows the leaves from off your streets.
(happy belated halloween!!) :s
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