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RE: The Challenge - Kyrios - 05-27-2016
The opposite of taking care and not opening the door is taking risks and flinging it wide open, so that's my subject.
Each time its kinda the same,
It's going to badly hurt,
I know the rules of this game.
Its starts with a casual flirt,
But then a line gets crossed,
My heart it does assert.
The high is worth the cost
Maybe I should hesitate,
Fuck it, I've already lost.
RE: The Challenge - Lexirific - 05-27-2016
A poem about not taking risks. Something I'm not too familiar with, so I hope it works.
Would I risk it,
For the metaphorical
Chocolate biscuit?
If I’m being logical
Then no, probably not,
But it is possible.
Why risk what I’ve got,
For what I may not win?
Not sure it’s worth the shot.
RE: The Challenge - -J- - 05-28-2016
Let's go with a confession as the opposite of not taking risks.
My wound festered inside me --
I kept it hidden out of fear
Others would deride me --
I felt the fatal spear
But to keep my reputation
My decision was clear --
With some trepidation
I spoke up at the last second
To accept my damnation --
As death calmly beckoned
I chose a new light to guide me.
The best choice -- I reckoned.
RE: The Challenge - RP_RICK - 05-29-2016
Nice!
Topic: Keeping a secret
To keep it to myself, hold and bound
A tale so far and yet so close in mind
Something that will reveal, and to some shake their ground
Words lost, a shadow of a kind
Covering the view of a story untold
To hold it away from how others may it find
To silence the whispers that might bring it to the fold
To keep it from releasing its words and interpretations
To guard its lines, its places still untold
In the end this secret, from past thoughts and actions untold
Will be kept in the doubt, of those whose space it voids
And it is but for a few minds, a few voices, with the weight of my soul sold.
A tale so far and yet so close in mind
Something that will reveal, and to some shake their ground
Words lost, a shadow of a kind
Covering the view of a story untold
To hold it away from how others may it find
To silence the whispers that might bring it to the fold
To keep it from releasing its words and interpretations
To guard its lines, its places still untold
In the end this secret, from past thoughts and actions untold
Will be kept in the doubt, of those whose space it voids
And it is but for a few minds, a few voices, with the weight of my soul sold.
RE: The Challenge - Kyrios - 06-14-2016
The things of which I'm most proud,
I rarely proclaim out loud,
They don't split me from the crowd,
But rather they leave me cowed.
I am a genius at maths,
Can walk down logical paths,
Can fight with fists, blades or staffs,
Have some skill at sculpting crafts.
These things though are so easy,
It makes me feel quite queasy,
Even a little sleazy,
When given credit freely.
When I remember my keys,
Successfully pick up cheese,
Don't loose my pass in a breeze,
I'd rather be praised for these.
RE: The Challenge - Sharp - 06-20-2016
It's been a while, so here's a new set of rules.
The topic/theme is Quotes.
The rules are: The opening stanza is a quote of your choosing (be sure to credit it correctly). Set it out however you want, but the structure you choose must be used for the rest of the poem. Some freedom is permitted in the final stanza.
My example uses a quote that handily has the right amount of syllables for a haiku. So every stanza is a haiku, and the final one is a tanka. Enjoy.
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RE: The Challenge - Kyrios - 06-21-2016
Beauty is no quality in things themselves:
It exists merely in the mind which contemplates them;
and each mind perceives a different beauty.
-David Hume
Power is no quality in people themselves:
It exists merely in the mind which submits to them;
and each mind constrains the power of others.
The mind is no thing within itself:
It exists merely as a process in the brain where it arises;
and each brain contains a different beauty.
RE: The Challenge - -J- - 06-27-2016
(6-6-4-3-6-5, a/a/b/b/B/B)
I will build a great wall
and nobody builds walls
better than me.
Believe me.
And I'll build them very
inexpensively.
(Donald Trump)
Listen to what he said.
Did you hear what he said?
Who would say it?
He'd say it.
Let's discuss this halfwit
And eat his warm shits.
No one says what they mean.
This man says what he means.
Do you like it?
Dislike it?
Let's talk about this scrote.
But why would you vote?
Your parents might vote for him.
You might not vote for him.
Your voice won't count.
Nope. Won't count.
Don't sell short the amount
Apathy surmounts.
Vote when you have the chance.
People died for that chance
Better than me.
Believe me.
Don't waste this gift -- yours free --
Insensitively.
RE: The Challenge - Kyrios - 07-01-2016
Its time for a new challenge and new rules, so based on what I am currently writing and the fun I am having with it I suggest the following:
Condition: Use the last line of the previous poem as the first line of yours
Style: Freeform or your choice
Insensitively,
Touched and yet not truly felt,
A masked strangers words,
And yet it cannot be helped,
A connection or a curse.
RE: The Challenge - Kyrios - 07-01-2016
You brought me along for the ride
After you found me at the roadside
Showed me things I'd never spied
We watched he sun set, watched it rise
Darkening then lighting up the skies
We pressed on until we found the ocean
Looked at each other, with no words spoken
We kept on going towards the horizon
Not land nor sea not sky can contain us
Our love is boundless, limitless
Our greatest adventure is waiting for us
Not mine posted for a friend who's on holiday. Sent it me on Kik.