Long Contest creative Poems
Long Contest creative Poems. Below are the most popular long Contest creative by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Contest creative poems by poem length and keyword.
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
We have never met across the oceans blue
I know that I am the one you write about
Your romantic words are sheer perfection
I drink in every syllable
My heart s k p s a beat
i
How can I tell you
I’m
F
A
L
L
I
N
G
In love with you
I can no longer control my emotions;
If you could look at my heart you would see it is
B
R
E
A
K
I
N
G
Just word from you and I will be by your side….
WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU ARE HAPPILY MARRIED AND THEY ARE WRITTEN ABOUT YOUR WIFE!
I simply don’t understand …
Jan Allison
10~24~15
For the contest Creative Layouts
Sponsor Broken Wings
Going out of his way, the obliging taxi driver drives to the top of the hill.
A young man gets out, walks a short distance to a vantage point
where his gaze falls upon the village down below,
the old cottages and farmhouses, sprawling fields,
winding lanes, and the clustered trees
where the stream skips by.
an overcast sky
scent of rain is in the air
a lone robin chirps
His eyes roam slowly, taking in little details,
keen to save them in his mind, fresh,
like the morning dew clinging to the swaying grass.
the cool autumn breeze
ruffles hair and memories
stirring emotions
Time is pressing. One last look.
Then he reluctantly goes back to the car.
Soon, it’s speeding along the asphalted country road
heading to the station where a steam train awaits.
A new chapter in life...The city beckons.
sudden drops of rain
spatter on the hazy glass
sad eyes turn misty
---------------------------------------
Written: 15th November, 2015
Contest: Any Poem Written in 2015
Sponsor: Laura Loo (2016)
Placed 1st
Contest: Creative Haibuns (2015)
Sponsor: Charlotte Jade Puddifoot
Placed 4th
Cover Story
Phone is ringing
She comes rushing
Just to pick the phone.
The phone is responded
Other side sounded
Deep intensive male voice
Male voice spoke’ Hello’
What does your weekly bulletin show?’
‘So! You remember me after a long week!’
‘A long week is passed to contact
I could not interact
How things are going on?’
‘Things are going on fine.
Urgent is the cover-story of my bulletin.
It is carrying very important news.’
Very important news
Should also honor my views
I am eager to listen, dear’.
‘Listen dear, my sweet heart
Till date you are inert
How long will you take to reciprocate?’
Note. The ending words (2/3/4) of the third line in first stanza are the commencing words of the first line of the second stanza. This norm is followed on all the stanzas. 'Form' may be named as SEQUENCE.
Anisha Dutta 10/19/15
For the contest,Creative Lay out,Sponsor,Broken Wings
Round and round on the merry-go-round,
Round and round I go.
See me on my stallion high,
See now, I dip down low.
The music plays, it never stops,
It goes on all day and night.
At times, there’s sadness in its tune;
At times, it sounds so bright.
Round and round and round and round
With all those ups and downs.
The stallions marching in a line
With silly painted frowns.
I see the others riding too—
Content enough they seem.
Perhaps beneath the frozen smiles
Each like me could scream…
“Let me off! Please let me off!
I’m getting nowhere fast;
There's so much I must see and do
Before my time has passed!”
But round and round and round it goes,
And round and round again.
Might as well enjoy the ride,
For when it stops, what then?
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Creative Layouts
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Judged: 10/25/2015
s
m
o
k
e
s
e
s
i
r
l * a * z * i * l * y
from the dying embers
of a b-u-r-n-t-out romance
outdated emotions
wrapped in
l
e
th-
ar
-gy
Will a b~r~ee~z~e come
to fan it
back to life?
--------------------------------
Paul Callus ~ 24th Oct 2015
Contest: Creative Layouts
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Placed 1st
Tunefully
notes cry out singing to me
melodiously haunting ringing crystal clear
perfect sharps resound semi-tones rend through the air
quavers hover in the air so very many sounds
join together mingling, blending
Joyfully
I sing along music carrying
me to paradise sounds so sweet
flutes playing high notes drums bang out the beat
harps, oh the harps angelic notes float
rift the air celestially majestic
Enchanting
written 08/10/2013
contest creative
layouts
.
Down where the creamy white Magnolia blossoms are opened wide____
exposed to the rain, drizzle, cool damp air
Down where the spider's wide web woven betwix and between the Inkberry Holly and the veranda
The web is dotted
With dewdrops~ tiny diamonds waiting 'pon the sun so they can glisten
Down where
The rain ran like a river flowing in the front yard
Down to the storm drain on to the creek
Corrigated storm drains
which are filled with water to slowly drain away
Evaporate
Like:
A drained heart ~ drained of all emotion, energy, and enthusiasm
A Heart
Who has poured out emotion, energy until, until the life force has drained away
The strong breeze has given the Vultures a way to soar.....
High, Circling~~
Their flight of ease catching the currents__soar__
Look~~Search
Until they see a food source
Hunger drives them~~~~
Hunger
Drives one whose heart is drained ~drained needing to fill that empty space
with
What?
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Contest: Creative Layouts
Written this sixteenth day of August 2013
The moment winter softens into spring and all is melting, the first flower is the
white snowdrop poking through the snow, quickly followed by johnny-jump ups.
They are so cute and delicate in my patch of garden, they just pop up everywhere.
Here and there are bright patches of loveliness.
snowdrops touch my heart
jump ups where you least expect-
they say hello spring
And then come the drifts of bulbs planted in hopes last year. The flocks of crocuses,
daffodils, and tulips all a pleasant mingling of color. Some even grow on my lawn,
I blame the squirrels for that. The whole garden is wild and dripping with flowers,
but just for awhile. Those bulb beauties fade away as quickly as they came.
so fat and healthy
growing like musical notes-
so soon withering
Oh, the harmonious hues of summer, the painted daisies in their pretty dresses,
and the purple irises all fancy. And near the back fence, the sweet yellow meadow
rue amongst the lace white lady's mantle. Soon come the day lilies and the blue
phlox, and just beyond the fence a lilac tree brings lovely scents on the breeze.
such a pretty view
from my big kitchen window-
I look thoughtfully
Fall has come and the garden is beginning to fade. It is a rough passage, cruel to
see the menacing weather confuse the flowers. Oh, how they struggle to survive
the cold rain and frosty nights. But the strong still bloom till the very end.
A single delicate rose is a gift to behold. And then the garden sleeps.
pushing the limits
each flower must fade in time-
garden memories
And under the snow the garden dreams. Beneath the earth it sleeps, as the winds
howl and drifts of snow cover everything white. They sleep. And I also have dreams
for my garden. I make plans for next year, for new flowers to plant among the old.
Winter is a time for dreaming, planning and wishing.
perhaps bell flowers
or maybe blue corn flowers-
oh shasta daisy
___________________________
October 29, 2015
Poetry/Haibun/Garden Diary
Copyright Protected, ID 15-721-996-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Creative Haibuns, sponsor,
Charlotte Jade Puddifoot
Third Place
Creativeness...conformity...a pair
that go together just like night and day,
as one supports the other to declare
a unity and balance, that must say
there's planning in a poem to be great
with use of forms for rhythm, meter, rhyme;
to soften words, with music must collate,
tho some commit to flow, discarding chime.
There's planning in a work of art; no doubt
a painting, sculpture, shows a balanced form.
The curves and shapes, tho varied, even out...
free-flowing shapes to unity conform.
Creativeness...conformity...a team
for poets, sculptors, and each artist's dream.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Creative Conformity
Sponsor: John Lawless
Judged: 11/11/2018
Conformity: meaning accord, balance, harmony, order, unity