Poetry
| Voting Style: | Open | Point System: | 7 Point | ||
| Started: | 3/26/2014 | Category: | Miscellaneous | ||
| Updated: | 7 years ago | Status: | Post Voting Period | ||
| Viewed: | 1,620 times | Debate No: | 50007 | ||
 Pro First round is acceptance and welcome yourself aboard our train of awesomeness! Second round we begin,we write about something negative- grief, death or sadness. Third round, we continue along, in which in which surrealism is our theme. Then we move on to dealing with something-anything with society. For the last round, is a farewell, To all our voters and readers as well. Remember though, these poems must be yours. If they aren't original, you'll consider yourself forfetied ... and a lost cause. Good luck my friend Risha and cheers to the beginning of a fun debate! May our rounds be awesome and never forfeited or late! Main rules: No dialect. Must be original pieces. Please judge on: rhyming, if it makes sense and most importantly- which ever floats your boat!  Con On my way to familiar land. Where poetry encompasses all, Welcome everyone, one and all. I must say thank you mate, For creating this epicly, awesome, majestic debate. It's almost as awesome as you, And your poems are truly you. Here round 1 I'm accepting, Round 2 may be quite depressing. Round 3 is surrealism i hear, Round 4, society beware. The finale shall be our farewell, In all i hope this debate goes well. My pieces they shall be, Written directly from the heart of me. No round we shall flee, Best of luck i wish thee. |
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Pro Here's Beep
By me, Annie: The flashes of light The susurrus and bangs of sound
The gush of a liquid, red, blood.
The blood-curling scream of agony
The smell of rotting death
Echoing throughout, the last, long breath
The grunts of pain
The flickering eyelids
The soft, “I’m sorry. He’s not going to make it.”
The sobbing of parents
Of the long gone
As they lay him down,
Safe and sound, Under almost everything,
In the ground.
He takes one last look as they leave him, Alone in his blanket of dirt, asleep.
He holds firmly to Death, not wanting, not able, to weep.
The tears shed, as the lights came back on The final bows
To deafening applause
A statement to all the people: “Trying to get over loss
There is no family, where at least one person hasn't’t died
and gone. “They haven’t left forever You’ll see them again one day.
Just like he and Death reunited with them all on stage.”
A beginning must always have an end. And ironically, life always goes on
Even when one has gone.
You can’t prevent it One day, you’re sure to leave
So fitting then it is to end this poem with “Beeeeep.”
By: Annie I now hand over to my talented opponent Who's got a full closet of armour to her aid I hope I did good, or else my ego might need a band-aid. Con with her tale of grief-filled song. This round is full of pain, here's my piece entitled "In Vein". In Vein She sits alone, in her room Curtains pulled, she awaits her doom Because she realize It is life she despise She walks alone through the halls, Trying to ignore the names she's called. They're jeering, taunting, laughing-trying, Do they know, inside she's dying? Alone to home she strides again, Wondering when it will finally end. Praying it would come soon, She'll cause it, she says, her own doom. White tiles splattered with crimson stains, This, her final attempt to dispose of pain. One more cut, she says, just one more, Into the darkness she was lured. Ashes to ashes. dust to dust, There was no one she could trust. To carry her burden, share her pain, Her attempt to live, was all in vain. By: Risha I look forward to round 3, Where surrealism is the theme. Let your imagination come to life, For in this my opponent strives. |
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Pro Dreams seem by Annie
I close my eyes And dream away Mimicking the sighs, I sway.
Through happy endings And fields of blue-grey The princess sings Happy, joyful and gay
Through smiles and laughter And colourful dresses Friendly banters My heart caresses.
Dinosaurs and unicorns run about Ready to give anyone a ride Since it’s fun to be out Instead of wasting away inside.
Everyone holds hands And banters together as one There’s no lying or backbiting No cruelty or corruption.
And then I yawn And rise from my sleep After the break of dawn Curling me back into reality
I guess it’s true Everything’s better in a dream I can now see, can you? That nothing is ever as it seems…
-Annie
DauntlessWarrior is an awesome poet, I honestly don’t know how she does that. Her work is just so great It had me working on this night and day… Con Impending Danger The branches dance to a mysterious tune, Canopies of leaves foretell impending doom. The wind's tune continues to play, It's the countdown, day by day. The surrender of leaves keep count, The voice of the stems whispers, no doubt Suddenly, they bow down to the master, It is here the impended danger. The lonely one strolls down the path, The trunks whisper as he pass. Gossip about his great wrath, How long would HE last? He then approaches and all are free, All his subjects bow down to thee. His mighty hand raises-he is great, All is quiet, they await their fate. He is the Immortelle tree, Standing there majestically. He rustles, "Prepare for the enemy, for they bring great misery. It is the carnival of misery, the festival of foes. They will come, and they will go. Who can survive this catastrophe? Can he? The the mighty, majestic, Immortelle tree? by: Risha Surrealism has come to an end, Did u comprehend ? Next we deal with society, This may benefit both you and me. To my opponent I wish the best, In this time of duress. BOO! XD hi Annie |
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Pro First time trying this rhyming scheme So please try to bear with me…
People
People are everywhere,
Happy, lost, sad and even scared,
Scavenging the earth,
Wanting the truth to be un-earthed.
Some people are Barbies and dolls, Wanting to perfect their outer walls. They don a mask to hide their true side Living under their reality, a lie. Some people are gazelles and deer, Just wondering here and there, With innocent doe eyes And genuine laughs and smiles. Some people are foxes and vixens Hungry to take what they can; Slashing apart the naïve and innocent For they are repelled by their ignorance. Some people are lizards, Crawling the wards, Flies on the walls, Ready to report to anyone People hide behind masks Instead of bask-ing In their identity With glory People follow whatever others do To be part of a crew Indoctrinating themselves in convention Instead of recognizing they’re one in a million People are strange And do crazy things At the end of the day, Who are you in society’s plague? Are you, you? Or are you, me? Am I you? Or am I, who I am and want to be? -Annie On to our last round, So sad... A farewell was bound To come though it makes us feel bad... Con Influential it is to you and me, Ignite your spark Here is "Mark" Today it seems to me, Society isn't what it's supposed to be; Letting one express himself freely, Instead it discriminates brutally. If original expression, out is slipped, It's soon clasped in society's firm, iron grip. Because whenever there's a spark, It's soon diminished by society's bloody mark. Trying to be yourself is long gone, In society's game, one is just a pawn. Waiting to be played, in society's next move, Conformation to this must be proved. Alienation results as failure to comply, And they wonder why at night we cry ? Bringing us down in every way, Of course! someone must pay. Don't listen to this, don't be fooled, Or this may just be your doom. Fail to comply, You will soar, you shall fly. False expressions, let them be flipped, Break free from society's grip. It's not strong, you are ample, By society, you shan't to be trampled. Be the one with that spark, Refuse to be stained with its bloody mark. Only you can free yourself from this prison, Many have tried, they have risen. Make society what its supposed to be, Not what others think and see. Use your spark, Upon society, make your mark. sorry, it's kinda long. |
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Pro Goodbye
The tears well in my eyes This is what I despise I hate to say goodbye.
I look at you this last time I feel like my blood’s become lime. You’ve committed the perfect crime:
You stole my heart. It’s lodged in my throat I feel like I am going to choke. My eyes burn and suddenly I can’t breathe, Much less see. I can’t control it now I want to stop but don’t know how. How? Please help me. How? My vision is blurred My shoulders rack with sobs But I want to see you for the last time so I want it to
I hear a whimper And know you’re a goner I squeeze my eyes shut not wanting this to be how we remember. You hold me closer to your warm chest And leave me there for a while to rest But everything has an end- the worst things and the best. You pull away and I shake my head But no! You go ahead Trying to get away from me after all we’ve said. Our eyes meet and I can see the despair You don’t want to leave! I try to convince myself it’s fear But your blank eyes tell me you’re not here; don’t care.
Our fingers slip apart And I feel you move away I start to scream and bang my hands against everywhere again Don’t leave me. Don’t go please. How I love you so, My Evangeline… Wait for me.
It’s only goodbye for now Our love will remain with each other strong. One day we’ll prove everyone wrong But before they can say goodbye or apologize, We’ll both be gone. -Annie Farewell DW and voters I hope you enjoyed our poems. This was indeed cool and fun. It’s unfortunate it is almost done. I hand over the floor to Risha Who’ll now leave you speechless. Thanks to everyone for your support and advice. I hope my last poem was better and nice. Con It is here, i can tell This debate was awesome, i shan't lie Here's my final piece entitled "Goodbye?"< Goodbye? We've been through so much together, But not everything lasts forever. Conquering stormy weather we've done, But now our faith, it is gone. Because every beginning has an end, Everyone has once lost a friend. Through these times we tend to fear, As our thoughts, our minds become impaired. We keep the ones who are dear, Close to us when dark times are near. But what can we do ? When the choice is a double lose. My dear one has come to say goodbye, But without I can no longer fly. I see you stride through the door, No, without you, i can not soar. As the words leave your mouth, I want to scream, I want to shout. We need each other, no doubt, I need to know what you're thinking about. You begin to leave, you turn to stride, Unconsciously I am t your side. Waterfalls stream down my face, I explain, with this choice, neither can win this race. As we embrace, the future we seek, Then you, yourself begin to speak; We've gone through so much together, We shall conquer this stormy weather. They say every beginning has an end, But to prevent it, one must fend. I have fended, now i can fly, Because i refused to say goodbye. ~Risha ********************************* The end is here, This is what i feared. However i must say, This was an awesome debate. I'd like to thank Annie for creating this, Not a detail did she miss. She tried so hard, she did her best, This was no easy contest. Round 1 we accepted and started the race, Round 2 sorrow was in play. Round 3 was surrealism, i feared, Round 4 upon society was glared. Round 5 was the curtain call, I'd like to thank Annie, the readers and all. For this debate was one of the best, I'm sure no other can contest. thank you |
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The significance makes my mind rattle.
The instigator may seem to be confuse,
But surely the contender will not lose.