With the cover designed by a student
(In a contest where everyone tried),
The yearbook impressed
And, as you might have guessed,
Pumped 5th graders and parents with pride.
Filled with photos, including class pictures
From their very first year up ‘til now,
Every child’s beaming face
Showed in every place
That the layouts would neatly allow.
There were pages for each of the seniors,
With some photos and maybe a quote,
Plus their hopes and their goals
For their future-self roles
Which, one day, they’ll be shocked that they wrote.
Poetry has always been part of me- I write of my life,
I was never one to shy away from a challenge;
trying many different forms in my rambling poetic journey,
but for me, verse is the one that I love the best.
It is so versatile and one can do a myriad of layouts,
almost any poem can be interwoven in verse;
I have written verses about loss, nature, and
dreams of fantasy- where words can flow and flow.
Verses can be free and even have internal rhymes,
they can have metaphors and similes or alliteration;
I can paint a picture with my words in verse,
my poems will take you on a journey into the past.
Verse can be written with beautiful images that inspire,
or sensual words of love or they can be just fun;
I can paint most anything in verse, it is so versatile,
so, if you are in need of a form- write in verse.
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October 6, 2015 (Edit 7/5/19)
Poetry/Verse/I "Love" Verse
Copyright Protected, ID 15-1164-286-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the Standard contest, Verse A Favored Form
sponsor, Brian Strand
Honorable Mention
Am I the son or the man?
An abomination to the non-believers,
So I switch to my spiritual mode
Casting veils on my foes,
Its a battle of self love
Such is modern times,
Losing self in the process-
Pressing self destruct,
The red button looking shiny:
"uh How tempting"....!
My poetry sounds like written verses:
The irony, always in first person
So I sound direct to my readers!
Fusing words with thoughts
Like matter entwining with gravity,
The magical world:
Making sure that I capture the work;
The great ingredients!
From potions to spells, chants and invocations
but a weirdo to my classmates:
"Curse those heathens cause they love- hating"
Man its strange
And strange just got stranger
The chronicles of a minor
To a major, no layers just layouts,
Cosmic forces interrupting my presence
So I document in verses-
From being sentenced to writing sentences,
A scholar with a ship so I'm shipping-
My dreams across the seven seas,
Gotta find Atlantis: my lost dreams.
Poetry has always been part of me- I write of my life,
I was never one to shy away from a challenge;
trying many different forms in my rambling poetic journey,
but for me, verse is the one that I love the best.
It is so versatile and one can do a myriad of layouts,
almost any poem can be interwoven in verse;
I have written verses about butterflies and dreams,
of nature, where they can rhyme or maybe not.
Verses can be free and even have internal rhymes,
they can have metaphors and similes or alliteration;
I can paint a picture with my words in verse,
my poems will take you on a journey into the past.
Verse can be written with beautiful images that inspire,
or sensual words of love or they can be just fun;
I can paint most anything in verse, it is so versatile,
so, if you are in need of a form- write in verse.
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October 6, 2015
Poetry/Verse/I "Write" in Verse
Copyright Protected, ID 15-1011-168-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
I admire great poets old,
perusing the tragic ends.
Researching their writing styles and patterns
their layouts, rhyming, punctuation, moods,
in dark solitude they penned dreadful words.
Many, end by suicide,
others of drug addiction.
John Berryman threw himself off a bridge,
Weldon Kees, disappeared into nowhere,
Rupert Brooke, he died at twenty-seven.
Some living a good long life,
with a death due to old age.
Merwin had a childhood full of sadness,
but he found his Zen in nature writing,
he explained his style as an open form.
Abraham Klein, a recluse
he lapsed into a silence.
Called, one of Canada's greatest writers,
here is one that published at eight years,
Wilber, he lasted to ninety-six and wrote.
I admire great poets old,
perusing the tragic ends.
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March 7, 2018
Poetry/Blank Verse/Old Poets Dead
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1001-977-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Seven-Ten
sponsor, Emile Pinet
First Place
4/20/17
In and out of interlying zones
Driving home
Up and down a winding road
Where you can see some flying crows
Near plants trying to grow
And other animals whether sunshine or snow
I'm occasionally mining stones
Using the skills I was shown
Something you might want to remember or scribble down
Regardless of if you do or don't live in a little town
Realize there won't always be any middle ground
Day in and day out
Jobs with specific requirements and of similar or different layouts
Followed by home cooked meals, take out
Or dining in at a steakhouse
By: Dalton Ogletree
Poetry has always been part of me- I write of my life,
I was never one to shy away from a challenge;
trying many different forms in my rambling poetic journey,
but for me, verse is the one that I love the best.
It is so versatile and one can do a myriad of layouts,
almost any poem can be interwoven in verse;
I have written verses about butterflies and dreams,
of nature, where they can rhyme or maybe not.
Verses can be free and even have internal rhymes,
they can have metaphors and similes or alliteration;
I can paint a picture with my words in verse,
my poems will take you on a journey into the past.
Verse can be written with beautiful images that inspire,
or sensual words of love or they can be just fun;
I can paint most anything in verse, it is so versatile,
so, if you are in need of a form- write in verse.
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September 20, 2016
Poetry/Verse/I Love To Verse
Copyright Protected, ID 16-831-331-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest Premier Contest 12
sponsor, Skat
Eighth Place
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Will a b~r~ee~z~e come
to fan it
back to life?
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Paul Callus ~ 24th Oct 2015
Contest: Creative Layouts
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Placed 1st
"Reflect on These Words"
by: Eric L. Boddie
Radiate things will heat some
Emancipate, to us, causes dumb
Fate is what to answer the is what
Late came he because but
Enticed is now proclaimed as Love
Concise is explained really when there of
These begin moments, peaceful altogether
Please us, help, God or man, be whether
now read it from right to left....which is better....
for creative layouts contest
sponsor broken wings
written October 18, 2015
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inspirational joy
as I compose
a tiny poem.
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A BRIAN STRAND VISUAL Poetry Contest~First Place~
Sponsor Brian Strand
October 16, 2015
For the contest, Creative Layouts, ~First Place~
sponsor, Broken Wings
Are You Skew-Whiff?
Are you feeling rather skew-whiff?
Awkwardly placed and standing?
upside-down
back to front
inside out
topsy - turvy
Are your senses damp and unresponsive,
Beckoning confusion and despair?
Does your heart pound even when there’s nothing exciting there?
Forlorn, sorrowful, despondent,
You patronise your grief,
Focus on your problem,
To attain some relief;
You keep flitting to your pleasures,
Lack, for contemplation, a quiet place,
Force your troubles into the backroom,
You’re not to dignify your face.
Tomorrow is for thinking,
Will exist to accommodate,
The glumness and the wretchedness,
That seems to obliqueness and gloom proliferate.
Rhoda Monihan
13th October 2015
For the contest Creative Layouts, sponsor Broken Wings
So hard....
~~~ To be faithful - when you have the lips of a Goddess
Wait..
Eternally for our love
Like that of twin flames
Do not count the days
1
2
3 years
We shall be together soon
We are spirits that run free -++++++- through the galaxy
YOU
remind me
of what I really AM
For the contest, Creative Layouts, sponsor, Broken Wings
James Custard, 12 October
As adults we walk around the streets and parks
with a face saying “I know where I’m going,”
“I know what I’m doing”.
Timetables, manuals, diaries, and journals somehow
find themselves in our pockets,
as form of reassurance for “I know what I’m doing” slogan.
Other times we show a blank expression on our faces,
when the weather forecasters go all wrong;
when life savings end up in a pyramid scheme;
when heroine dosage goes out of control;
when we blame the stars for a breakup…….
Uncertainty breaks apart our certainty……
Poet name: Teddy Kimathi
Date of entry: 12/10/2015
For the contest: Creative Layouts
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Dear Anna,
I
Left you in order to save you from me.
Didn’t
I warn you that I was poisonous?
Want
Doesn’t overpower your need for a better life.
To
Be with you would only hurt you more.
Leave
You a chance to heal your own scars.
You
Deserve better than the broken parts of me.
Behind
Leave me in the dust and move on.
Anna.
I buy a train fare.
Leave it all behind,
Love, pain, fears, smiles
This heartbreak.
It hurts, but I do it.
City after city…
But at the same time…
I feel euphoric….
Why does leaving you and San Francisco…
Give me a renewed sense of…
Freedom….
Anna.
I’m
This
So
Is
Sorry.
Goodbye.
Paige Posadziejewski
10/24/2015
Contest: Creative Layouts
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Each person’s life is full of
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Written for Constance’s Creative Layouts contest, 16th August
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