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Unpurged Sad Memories

I am but an unsolvable puzzle,
A strange enigma of shattered pieces,
Mute, voice restrained by an iron muzzle,
     Dreadful as despair slowly increases.
     Fragile feelings and thoughts,
     Scattered around like dots.
     My lost mind quickly rots.
                            What’s really true?
        At once I knew.
          Now, not a clue...
Now the unpurged sad memories tousle
With my life until my hope decreases,
And I am mute.  Try to speak, but cannot.
                            I’m colored blue.







For the "The Puzzle Of My Rhyme" Contest
Sponsored by Broken Wings (Constance)
5/29/2018

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Gamers

Life is like a video game in a way.
The people are just code,
Programmed to do certain things by their creators.
Everyday is like a new level,
With new challenges for us to overcome.
Some people walk around trying to get more points,
While others go straight for the end,
And skip all the extras.
Life is like a video game,
Yes it’s true.
But there is a difference, because in reality,
You only get one life,
And then it’s Game Over.

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Freedom

Have freedom of speech.
There's always something to teach,
Always goals to reach.

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Color - Hutinashro Example


An example of Hutinashro form.  Hope you enjoy!  Or don't...I don't know...you do you.


I saw all the vivid color.
Life lived and butterflies fluttered.
Everything was truly perfect.
The birds all sung in harmony,
I lived and had fun carelessly,
Problems were something I’d neglect.
Then, they built up, burning inside,
Destroying all my useless pride.
It had began taking effect.
It had demolished everything,
Leaving me stuck here with nothing.
It had left me destroyed and wrecked.

I saw all the vivid color.
I watched it all become duller,
Reducing it to black and white.
Now suffering is all I have...
But love exists...my soul’s in half,
One half of dark, one half of light.
But why when I need help the most
Do you pretend that I’m a ghost,
And leave me here alone tonight?
I guess having friends is pointless...
Mine just treat me like I’m voiceless.
I guess I’ll sit alone and write.

And that is how I got out here,
Trapped alone in the dark of night,
Drowning in an ocean of fear.



This one didn't use iambic tetrameter, as you can see.  It would have taken too long, and 3 people have been asking me for an example.  Rushed, but it explains the form a little.  Hope this helps clarify the form.  Truly, I should probably just not sponsor a contest like this.  I rushed the example a little, and the rhymes aren't all that great.  But hopefully it's fine...

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Lost In a Melancholy

I remember when I met you...
I was just a scared kid who knew
Life was thirsty for all my tears.
You told me it would be okay,
I believed, but to my dismay,
You were wrong...it was what I feared.
Your optimism did nothing...
Except make this all more crushing,
Like I’m being stabbed by a spear.
Well, I guess life just likes to sting,
As it devours lovely things,
And empties my soul ‘til it’s clear.

I remember when I met you...
Neither of us had any clue,
That you would leave the world so soon.
You told me all would be benign...
Did you think that lying was fine?
Melancholy, life’s worst tune...
Music to it’s horrible ears,
As it watches us cry for years,
And darkness touches sky at noon.
People like you deserve better,
Not the short life you’d endeavoured,
Ruthless like winter in mid June.

But...as I stand next to your grave,
Beautiful music of heaven
Washes over me like a wave.


For the "A Poem about DEATH" Contest
Sponsored by Broken Wings (Constance)
Theme was "devours lovely things."
Form was Hutinashro (I had to try out my new form a little more)
Rhyme scheme is Aabccbddbeeb Aabccbddbeeb aba
Slightly linked to my poem Isolation
Third Place
5/14/2018

Thanks for reading!
I feel like this is much better than Color, but STILL DOESN'T USE THE DARN IAMBIC TETRAMETER.  So, I'm gonna try to write one with iambic tetrameter soon.  For MORE clarification.  (And to prove that I know what I'm doing.)

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Writing

I pick up my pencil
And stare at the paper,
Thinking of ideas
But all I get is failure.

No ideas,
Nothing in my head,
And if I don’t finish quick
I’ll be as good as dead.

I think as hard as I can,
But nothing comes to me.
Not a single rhyme.
I’m as dried up as can be.

I try and try and try
But I’ve got nothing
No inspiration
I wish I was bluffing.

Wait!
A thought!
But I don’t have much time left,
So it’s time to put in all I got.

I put my pencil on the paper
And start to move my hand.
I feel creativity flowing.
Nothing I write is bland.

I finish up close to midnight
And I go to my bed.
I try to go to sleep, but I can’t
Because it’s like my mind is filled with creativity and lead.

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Isolation

Isolation.
Being separate from other things or people.
Somewhere I love to be,
Somewhere where I can avoid the needles.

A place where I can think,
A place where I can unfold,
And no one else can enter.
It’s my own stronghold.

I sit down in a corner,
No one else taking notice.
I think about life,
Trying to find a purpose.

Then someone walks over to me.
And they say…
“Take my hand, get up.
It’ll be okay.”

“Things may look terrible…
But there is always good to find.
Don’t waste away here.
Don’t leave the world behind.”


“Sin is unavoidable.
It’s not just you.
You aren’t terrible,
Just change your view.”

“You must get up and fight.
Don’t run away.
And no matter what happens,
It’ll be okay.”

I take their hand.
I stand and fight.
And I try to help others too.
I continue to write.

I thank that person.
They helped me fight my depression
Out of kindness, not gain.
They could have left me in isolation.


Another bad poem...sorry...I just had an idea that sounded good in my head and was terrible on paper...but I'm posting to stay active.  Plus, I thought my first poem was bad, and it SOMEHOW got featured, so...I'm trying...also, do I use this theme to much???  I think so...

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Balance


Life is just a test of faith
To see who is worthy of
The grace of Jesus, the Lord almighty,
And his kingdom of heaven in the stars,
Where the fallen believers rest in peace.
There is no other reason
There is no point but judgement,
To see who won’t curse the Lord’s holy name
And to see who will do right while tempted
By the evil one Satan down below
Jesus welcomes the righteous
And casts away those who aren’t,
But we can be forgiven for mistakes
If we have faith in the Messiah Christ
Forever, and never lose sight of Him.
But I, myself, the writer,
Am starting to fall slowly.
I am struggling, the pressure is too great.
I am being crushed by the weight of sins.
I want my painful existence to end.
But until I die, I'll keep
Trying to regain balance.

March 30, 2018
For the Seven-Ten Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
Tenth Place

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Sand

I write dreams in sand
Only to be washed away
By the waves of life

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Sign of the Times

S o it begins, God’s decision.
I nhumane punishment rains down,
G ranting death to apostasy and sin.
N o mercy will be granted.

O verhead the sun becomes dark and moon blood…
F ear strikes the hearts of man.

T he stars fall from the sky,
H eavenly bodies are shaken.
E nd times seem near.

T he final act is starting…
I nexorable is his judgement…
M alice is tolerated no longer, and God ends it all,
E ngulfing the world in darkness,
S etting fire to everything we’ve done...


4/26/18
For the "Sign of the times" Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
I was a little shaky on the topic.
One of the Three Sixth Place Winners