No matter how or what you write:
A myth, a melodrama or a mystery,
About your life or a dreadful night
In a poem, a song or a short story;
Write in a manner to evoke pathos,
And in matter to mirror a tragedy,
Establish a sincere sense of ethos
Whether you write a satire or a comedy.
Either try to provoke a hearty laughter
Or to elicit a feeling of warm sorrow,
Steer them stealthily to a myth buster
Or promise them a better tomorrow.
Write an epic, an elegy or a pastoral
With a sublime, visionary imagination,
A ballad, an ode or even a doggerel
of a dramatic event or a silly situation.
Perceive the pulse and tone of the people,
The image, the rhythm and the sound,
The habit, custom, creed and the foible,
Develop the theme with metaphors abound.
The essence of life belongs to poetry,
It is an ever enriching avocation,
Where purity of love overcomes bigotry,
Where reality juxtaposes with imagination!
I have lived life as it were last day
But learn each day as if I’ll forever.
I would not look at the clock
And I would not my heart lock.
If death is a certainty in life
It is love’s labor’s lost to strive
Then why should one but a death fear
As I understand death is but a slumber.
It is just sleep in eternity to rise
It is the very death that dies.
Life is eternal so I don’t die
To me death is not a dramatic event
It’s neither an end nor deliverance
Life is only a stage, a passage
A brief moment in a cosmic cycle.
I have no regrets of the life I lived
And have lived the life full to its brim
I am ready to go as predestined
Lord, untie the strings to my life.
If today is last day, tomorrow too late
I would say good bye to yesterday.
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Fifth Placement
Contest: If I had jusr one day left to live
im sick of blaming me for what i do
this time i won't be stopped from blaming you
You feel no guilt, blame or shame
But expect me to feel my part all the same
I make mistakes and errors, true
But you weren't perfect and an apologies overdue
I can be difficult and i am not tame
But over time you behaved almost like a dame
Of your whining and crying i am sick
You are no longer what makes me tick
I'll still reminice on times we spent
But now i find that memories torment
I dont need you or your bloody ****
Nothing will work not a single trick
To you it is all a dramatic event
But this is my life and these words are meant