Hey all!

I just reached level 10 after only 20 years, so in commemoration of this historic event I would like to start some friendly poetry competition to get our creative juices flowing and also to support this wonderful place we know and love. It's not all just FNF and big ol' anime tiddies, we also have each other <3

Rules:

1. Entries must follow theme! At least a lil bit. Be creative :)
2. A response to this thread constitutes an entry into the competition (only one entry per user!)
3. Entries must be 3-5 stanzas long
4. You may explain your entry if you wish, but please put your submissions in italics separate from your explanation.
5. For this first competition there where only be one winner.
6. Winner will be selected Nov 11.

Prize:

I will pay for one month of supporter status for you or a user of your choice.

Future Plans

If there is enough interest in this, I will consider expanding the field of winners and of prizes in the future. I am only one dude and gotta buy groceries and pay a mortgage and shit but I would like to foster a fun creative environment for those of us who may be more comfortable with a pen than a brush.

!!!!!!! T H E M E !!!!!!!

"Crush"

There are a million ways to improve,

thousands of moments to try something new,

and hundreds of ways to crush the competition,

but you have only one life,

and zero reason to waste it.

I hope that there will be good poems! Good luck to the competitors, I might submit something too.

I just popped this on the calendar with a November 10th deadline, let me know if that's ok!

Here's my submission:

I have had, umm... lots of crushes!

But nobody had one on me,

I don't know if that's a good thing

or should I jump in the sea.

There was this cute blond girl

I liked how did she look,

so I came and cracked the worst joke.

She hit me with a book.

There was this very tall brunette,

Anna was her name.

When I asked her for a date,

I entered the Hall of Shame.

Yes, love gives me middle fingers,

I'm always sitting alone,

Having unrequited crushes

and being in the "friend zone".

Whipped this up real quick; good luck to everyone participating!

Of all the world’s sodas,

No restrictions or quotas,

Let me get ahold of

An orange Crush

Not the best taste,

I’ll explain with great haste;

Let me elaborate

Before I’m hushed

With my father and his own

In his childhood home,

Crush is best known

To make ice cream

With a taste so sublime,

A nostalgia divine,

Crush always reminds

Of homemade dreams

I have little to no experience writing poetry but I've always enjoyed it... Here's my take on "crush".

No balm can heal my lips, so read

Them if you dare to cut your eyes

And ears by the tall tales and looks of a slave

Of Hadrianus, thrown in the sand, to bleed

And feed a roaring, wicked beast, unfathomable in size

Escaping the clenched fist, the pike and the glaive.

There is no beginning to my story, know only

That despite a slave, I am no sufferer

For in my good living years I fed a beast

Through savage entertainment, and thus, pronely

Became one of the monsters myself, in my violent slumber

I crushed any bones my challengers had left... Until I ceased.

I ceased to feel when my bones were crushed as well

A treacherous pick dug through my leg

My body fell and found no enjoyment in the pain

As my back hit the sand, as the beast raised Hell

Some joyful souls in its stomach would beg

For my life to be spared, and since then, it's never been the same.

Heck yeah, thanks Tom!

"Pounding heart, a rosy face; it's how I feel about you.

Maybe you notice these feelings I have, the joy of the thought that you knew.

How do I tell you, how do I show you?

How can I express this true love?

I'll free my thoughts from this bottle inside me on paper; like a caged dove."

I made this poem on the spot to symbolize the feeling of gathering the courage to confess your love, but not knowing how to do it.

Freeing your thoughts on paper is like writing a love letter to your crush or drawing a picture for them.

why im alive

Solid answer her

Shes alive

So my heart beats

Til we get drunk or sumthin

Hey! For your submission to qualify, it needs to be 3-5 stanzas long. There seems to be some confusion from some other entrants as well so for clarity's sake:

This is one stanza

the second line of the same stanza

a third line goes here

and i think this will be the last

This is my second stanza,

a beginning

A way to separate thoughts, forms

and feelings

a paragraph of sorts

And so on and so forth. I would really love to consider your entry so please expand and resubmit when you have a chance!

Hey! For your submission to qualify, it needs to be 3-5 stanzas long. There seems to be some confusion from some other entrants as well so for clarity's sake:

This is one stanza

the second line of the same stanza

a third line goes here

and i think this will be the last

This is my second stanza,

a beginning

A way to separate thoughts, forms

and feelings

a paragraph of sorts

And so on and so forth. I would really love to consider your entry so please expand and resubmit when you have a chance!

Crush

Peer pressured victim;

Ears perceive of great annoyance;

Dear high school razmatazz;

Crush talks kill me and all it's dramatic jazz.

Word by word like wildfire;

Every head has paired;

Starting slow and steady;

Soon diploma in their hands and in a heartbeat they're ready.

Exploring its caverns of great giddy;

In hand with a heart mutual and loving;

For when shall it be my turn;

My sexuality questions in return.

---------------------------------

First stanza talks abt my experience with the concept of crushes. Crushes are extremely prevalent in my school and literally having one is like huge news and it gets annoying.

Second stanza talks abt how crushes become so prevalent at this point ALMOST everyone has one. The diploma part signifies graduation from highschool, which basically most high school crushes then began their relationship in college (I might be wrong but this is what I know of).

Last stanza speaks about the glory of having a crush and then knowing that they love you in return. With all the talks of crushes and having many people in my school have them, it makes me wonder if I can experience the same. There was this boy in my class that I liked but not as a crush, more of someone I admired and was good acquaintances with. It made me question my sexuality since I'm suspecting to be AroAce, but I believe it's subjected to change and I haven't felt that AroAce part in me awaken yet

thoguht that meant sentence, oops.

ill delete and re-submit it!

edit: idk how to delete forum posts after someone replied to them, so void the first one i sent with 1 stanza :skull:

[RE-SUBMISSION, DIDN'T KNOW WHAT THE HELL A STANZA WAS]

"Pounding heart, a rosy face; it's how I feel about you.

Maybe you notice these feelings I have, the joy of the thought that you knew.

How do I tell you, how do I show you?

How can I express this true love?

I'll free my thoughts from this bottle inside me on paper; like a caged dove."

"This sheet of paper can hold so much, yet doesn't have enough space;

to fit in the love I have for you, inspiration makes my heart race.

I could write songs, I could tell stories, I could paint true works of art!

No matter what's on it, I know for a fact

that it's written from the bottom of my heart."

"My creation is ready, I just need to wait for the right time to show you my skill.

The clock keeps ticking, my heart keeps racing, I'm really enjoying this thrill.

You meet me in class to see that I'm there, I hand you this work of expression.

The poems, the songs, the art meant for you.

Do you accept my confession?"

The first stanza is about wanting to confess to your crush, but not knowing how to put it into words.

The second one is about how art can express many emotions; including love.

The final one is the feeling of showing said emotion through art to other people.

Ooh, might have to make something for this. Very interested.

Wanderlust of the mind trickles forth like a gentle brook,

innocent and pure it is encouraged and flows with grace,

ethereal and sporadic fantasy clouds the mind with foggy judgement and empty platitudes,

logic fails and brings forth new woes with dark despair and folly in all that is pursued.

To be press down flat would be too merciful,

shattered pieces can be made whole again,

but to be crushed by the weight of the world with all of it's dark nuance,

trudging and begrudging the chilly aether that is the 'unknown'.

Endless possibilities bring also endless trials,

self imposed standards demand perfection and excellence,

I'm washing away into the sea of corpses left by those who failed the journey,

slowly crushed by my hopes and ambition.

Yet hope remains,

one continues on and endures pains greater than others may know,

for the sake of itself and creation alone,

we ascend.

"Crush"

An intense pressure on my heart

Such a sickening feeling

Giving me the will to create art

Yet making me higher than the ceiling

An intoxicating joy

One I cannot push out of my mind

I have a brand-new toy

One I cannot leave behind

Once I called them a friend

Now they are something more

I feel my emotions until the end

Them I would do anything for

Oh my dearest crush

What I feel is such a rush

How To Make Mashed Potatoes: A Haiku

Potatoes have boiled

Add butter, milk, then season

Crush, crush, crush, crush, crush

Man's greatest weapon is one's weakness,

Should one use one man's weakness,

Shall become their greatest tool,

One's own tool becomes a weapon,

and one's weapon can become man's greatest weakness.

With one man's greatest tool,

it then used to crush one man's dreams,

One man's crushed dreams are another man's weakness.

And the greatest weapon that crushes dreams is a fist,

One man's fist can crush a man's skull.

What crushes a man? The weapon? The tool? The dream?

No, it is weakness. A man's weakness is taken by another's own tool.

That is what it means to crush. Crush those that are exploited of their weakness.

But one such as me is vulnerable to a fatal weapon,

And that is a man's weakness.

Hey all i decided to give a shot on this silly contest. i will write my poetry on italian, so you may have to translate. But not the less, enjoy my little poetry about a frog, symble of my loved ones.

Title: Oh Rana Rana mia

Ah ranetta piccoletta

Tu sei proprio perfetta

Ogni giorno penso a te

Anche quando bevo il tè

Tu sei così bella e gioconda

Che sul mar mi fai cavalvcare la grande onda

Io tanto ti voglio amare

Così tanto da te sposare

Dalla cupa foresta ti salverò

Ed un grande bacio ti darò

That was it i hope you enjoyed.

silly potatoes

Generations migrating mind grating and a lack of self,

Yet we push agendas and pretend the real help is a shelf,

Books row to row help us grow but we forgot no one knows no loads,

Remarks to mark occasional starch goads,

And roads paved with those who know and don't know,

We are afloat, drifting on flotsam boats we row,

Tugboats give us a tow, at the cost of a finger with 9 to go,

A knuckle is a penny but a penny blows,

It must be hard if no one can do it,

Screw it, forget and remove it,

You're past my time and lasting dime,

How trite to the mite who tries his own, Fully grown and lives at home,

At peace in his dreams but nobody sees,

Walking a line and tonight might be the night he leaves,

Feet hit carpet followed by knees,

Followed by tears of grief, what a disease,

I'm sorry I wasn't better, or at least good enough, it's tough,

Especially with you not here, make it clear, veneer,

Eternity runs my debate,

I couldn't stop you either way.

Made something! This was fun, haha.

It always starts with a smile

or the flick of the wrist

It really doesn't take much

before I am thrust

into a labyrinth of lust

Before I've even felt your touch

before I even know your name

You are sitting there

knitting there, spinning your web

always in the back of my mind

Every moment

of every day

and that ache just won't go away

Not until you're buried

swept away with the tide

along with all these feelings you've denied

I'll bury you

as the algorithm rushes

under another wave of crushes

Click click refresh

Another day with no new matches. :(

From all the flowers of this field

I have chosen only you

I protect you with my shield

But i feel like a fool

A fool that can't express

His love to confess

On your side i never stress

My love for you is wireless

Making poems in english is hard for me, since it's not my native language, if i would make a portuguese poem, would be easier lol

(Light of Love)

"When my soul and heart is empty

Like a void or a corrupted dove,

You make my spirit awaken,

And fill my emptiness with love."

Here's my Submission:

"One Day, I meet A Girl at School

A Girl fell in Love with Me

After the School Close, I gave her my phone number"

"When I Got home, She texted me in My Twitter

She say I am Handsome"

"On Saturday, I went to Park with My Mom

She felled a Crush on Me"

Alright, I managed to throw some lines so here I go. Attention! Some suggestive lines here.

Another beauty moans under me

And, though her eyes are dull and heart is still,

The screams that I extort are so shrill,

And there is no way that I will let her be.

Alluring curves melt slowly on my palm,

I plunge again with all my strength and mass.

She is in perfect shape, but all her prime has passed,

This passion is the last one, sad and calm.

With loud screams she gives up on her form,

My tightening hug becomes a stranglehold.

Like a Samsara wheel, I mercilessly mold

Her into shapeless clay for her to be reborn.

This poem is called “A brutal elegy of a car crusher”

Smash Dat Ting,

with the hammer that sings,

Crush that pride,

That's Locked inside,

Destroy all the devils work,

I don't want to be a jerk no more,

Burn all porn.

I catch a glimpse from afar

Dodging eyes

Maybe she'd like to meet at the bar?

In my head, 52 tries

My jaw will not open, sealed with tar

It would never work anyway

I just have to be brave

Keeping my negative thoughts at bay

My confidence I will save

I need to approach her, I'm wasting the day

She's talking to some other guy

I knew it was a waste

I don't think I should try

I can't haste

Wait, she's coming this way