Who's up for a poetry contest?

Question

Here's the deal... if I like it, you will receive 10 points. I want to see what you guys can come up with.

Answer 1

The Elements

Fire purges me
Of all my impurities
It burns them away
And turns them into ash

Water puts out my fiery anger
It washes me clean
Makes me feel new
Yet reminds me of my stormy past

Wind comforts me
In a humble way
It caresses my face
But won’t let me see it’s own

Earth grows a new me
A young hearted sprout
Through the old soil
Enriched by my ancestors, a new life

I have been purified by fire
Cleansed by water
Caressed by wind
And reborn through earth

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Answer 2

IT SEEMS

sometimes
nothing is the way it seems
picture perfect when still still frames
push play and then you could see all the pain
deep rooted like and oak grown close to the home
until the branches grow out and the roots start to roam
secrets gone, exposed like girls gone wild
for and extra secret call me with your credit card now
all thoughts of self making me sick to the stomach
begging the doctor to give me that charcoal shyt or just pump it
emotional binger, let that shyt build up and then i spit it
my cup wont runneth over, half full and then i tip it
I'm getting sick with, this spiritual liquid
they told me drink this Jesus juice and then my spirits get lifted
vision like Mike Jones cuz everything is still tippin sideways
i cant seem to get in the right mind frame
my thoughts fly by like some type of a teen craze
you'll never know whats coming I'm in my blind spot phase
my words are free styled so what you're reading is hindsight
metaphorically shaking heads cuz they're getting their mind right
but what they don't understand is whenever that i write
i tend to keep to the left
and so it seems to you that i keep to myself
and then it seems to you that i speak to myself
but nothing is the way that it seems
cuz it seems that I'm living in a spinning portal of dreams
until it seems that I'm equipped with a faulty catcher of dreams
i said nothing is the way that it seems
cuz it seems that I'm living in a spinning portal of dreams...
but I'm not
this is reality, i am a teen craze on the right side
but then i take a look at the bright side
I'm no longer viewed with a blind eye

Answer 3

Something Else In Store


I find it hard to do what’s expected
Or to live the world I’m in
It isn’t my pleasure to be walking on
The roads I’ve already been
Nobodies expected much from me
Just to live a simple life
To settle down and have some kids
After I’ve married a wife
This would be an okay ending
I have something else in store
Why settle for second best
When I always dreamed for more

I want to live in ever after
Or once upon a time
I cannot get there by myself
It’s a mountain to big to climb

I found the person to help me up
This journey meant for two
I would risk everything and more
To reach the end with you
So we could live in our fantasy
A place were dreams come true
I am ready to begin my evermore
To spend forever and always with you

Answer 4

I can still remember the day that you were born
It was still a little early on that cold, frosty morn

The pain was so intense, and I cried out with alarm
But all was forgotten, when they placed you in my arm

Your tiny fingers grasped mine, and you looked into my eyes
The love was instantaneous, and your trust was no disguise

I knew right then that you and I would become the best of friends
And our love would flourish until the very ends


The years passed so quickly, now you are all grown
Living far from me, with children of your own

But I will always remember when you entered into this world
And I was just your mommy and you were my baby girl

Answer 5

Return of the King!

Ephesians 2:1-2 And you hath he quickened, who were dead in trespasses and sins; Wherein in time past ye walked according to the course of this world, according to the prince of the power of the air,

The people cry out! Oh the burdens they bear,
From their grievous oppressor, the Prince of the Air.
With malice and spite, he leads on to the grave.
With no hope in sight, and with no one to save.

But over the earth, in the Heavenly realm
Bides the Captain of faith, whose hand rests on the helm.
He is the Way, the Truth and the Life!
The way of salvation, and freedom from strife.

Now He mounts his white steed, his eyes blazing like fire.
With his robe dipped in blood, and a burning desire,
To rescue His people, from the darkness below
An angel stands ready, his trumpet to blow!

The downcast look up. Lightning leaps 'cross the sky!
As the Saviour returneth, who once had to die.
Jesus! Emmanuel! Called Faithful and True!
King of Kings who's returning, to effect our rescue.

With his sword and his rod, and his army behind,
He crushes the Dragon, who tortures the blind.
He binds up their wounds, and He restoreth the lame.
The whole earth's resounding, with praise for his Name!



Rev 20:22 And he laid hold on the dragon, that old serpent, which is the Devil, and Satan, and bound him a thousand years,

Answer 6

A poem in religion and spirituality---hmmmm. Ok here goes.

SShhh
can you hear?
A child's cry
in the night
God
Are you there?
Do you care?
I'm not white
help
Dad is gone
we're alone
Mom is sad
Please
What did I do
was I really
that bad
God
Cries heard but not answered
prayers said every night
where has he gone to
The Lord with the Light?

Answer 7

Fine Irony

My laughing eyes do dance and gleam,
As if at some joke unseen,
Sea-green gems do play and tease,
Especially if by you they're pleased.

Do you wonder at the joke?
Does my mirth give you a poke?
Tongue-in-cheek I'll go through life,
While you weep o'er petty strife.

I've learned the truth!
It's so funny,
No heaven, hell,
No easter bunny!

Fool! You often say to me,
No seriousness do you see.
Yes, I know you have your doubts,
I'm deadly serious where it counts.

So here I stand upon this rock,
Whose inhabitants I mock,
I know a secret and its true,
This world's a joke and its on you.

Edit - And yes, its mine, published and copyrighted. ps. mystic: I like yours.

Answer 8

My limerick called, "Miss Greedy"...
This lesson was learned by Miss Greedy
Who wore her shoplifted bikini.
She heard a loud pop,
And off came her top
And had nothing on in betweenie!

Answer 9

I don't know if you know what you're getting yourself into.....the 13 year old poems of pseudo depressed 13 year old girls will come flooding in....

and even after that, odds are that the poem you pick will be one copied and pasted from somewhere else.

Answer 10

Days Before Dreams

Days Before Dreams
Where do our dreams go?
I tell you I miss you my love
I tell you I miss you so.
I wish I could hold you close
I wish I could hold you tight
And in Days Before Dreams
I just might.

I thought I saw you today
So soft and so slender
You were God's gift to me
So come and love me tender
If you were mine, I'd give you all my wealth
But in Days Before Dreams
I find I'm only holding myself.

Love, W