Welcome to the Voting for Poetry Contest #6!
The theme was "Glass"
The poll should be self-explanatory. Please vote objectively.
Please also post your opinions/criticism in the thread nonetheless.
Here are the numerous entries for this round:
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Spoiler A dumb poem about transparency
They always told me to hold transparency high
like when one raises his glass
yet my relationship was more like a mirror
There was no her, it was just me, just a lie.
I guess her glass was just stained
besmirched with her past, filled with emptiness
it's not a matter of perspective
The glass is half broken.
SpoilerI am surrounded
by mirrors whose fathoms
Shadows of men
are naught but fog.
words ring true
Spoiler My Windows, My SoulThey say the eyes are the windows to the soul
So I shut them in hopes of keeping it trapped
What made me this way? Where is my control?
In darkness I sit, in darkness I slip. Snapped
If fearing death makes me pitiful, then pitiful I am
I fear not the action of death, but its mysterious journey
So much is said of the hereafter, its ruler and how I am his to condemn
I know death is no friend, yet when it comes knocking, my windows will welcome it
I loathe the idea of my eyes betraying me, selling out my soul, but where is my say?
My glass, my windows, my soul, my eyes
Closed they are, so closed they shall stay.
Spoiler I Can See Your Pink StainI Can See Your Pink Stain
In his dreams,
He's always running from something.
A faceless girl
For him, nightmares are smooth and see through.
But also unfathomable unless...
He's really watching closely.
Like a window pane.
But my dreams aren't like that.
And always about people.
The worst nightmare,
Me looking at myself in the window
Seeing all those nightmares reflected
in my glassy, brown eyes.
Usually, it's just me
Behind the glass
Begging silently to be
And then I feel it
It doesn't matter.
All that matters is the
Pink stain I'll leave
On the cracked glass.
All that matters is the
little shards of glass
crunched into my head
And through my brain
The little shards of
And old Facebook messages
Are crawling through me.
But you walled yourself off.
I wanted it.
But I still hope you
See the pink stain
And the cracked glass
And miss me.
I'm selfish like that.
But the last dream I had
The sandy feeling of your chapped lips
My face against
Your coarse beard
How all that heat
Turned into the ferocity
Of our last fight.
We flung everything in each others' face.
Anything, to blind each other.
When the dust cleared
All that was left
Was the cool see through
No man's land
You know the way we looked
Through that at each other.
But we both knew
We created it
Spoiler A World of Glass
I dream of a world of glass
Where one true self cannot be hide
Behind one of these many masks
Where humans confine their smile
Showing us nothing but lies.
In that world full of glass
Empty of all those disguise
Maybe human will finally grasp
The full essence of life
I dream of that world of glass
Where my worries could be smash
Into small piece of ashes
So at long last
I can finally relax
Spoiler Glass SaviorThe ears are ringing
I can hear punches crying with passion
Unheard of power bouncing off my barrier
A wall of opaque glass crafted from flimsy emotions
Protection was weaved within to keep me from reality
Tragedy introduced me to Vengeance and Loneliness
My betrayal stabbed the one currently trying to save me
I feel the desperation pinch my skin
The Savior pushes forward to reach me once again.
The hands are shaking
My fingers grip at the flesh of my sword
I stand back to barrier fighting off those who have misused me
Shrouded in weakness
I aligned myself with a maniacal organization during those times
An illusion reeking of dread was cast upon me
Only cinders of sense remained
Errors of past dig into my skin
Regret clouds my vision
I violently dance with fate
The eyes are watering
Grief laced tears wet my face
Enemies pierce me with a numbing rage
Blood mixes with sweat and sadness
I crash to the soggy floor
The eyes of my predator spit at me
A lunge for the final strike
My soul is fluttering
That final strike was prevented
My Savior is standing over my pitiful corpse
My glass barrier was bypassed in time
In the reflection of my Savior's eyes
I can see myself slowly wither
Anger is swelling my Savior's veins into steel
You assault my foes as helplessness ties me down
A plea rests on blue lips
Please, I beg of you, do not lose yourself to that madness
Do not build that wall of glass
I am no more of this world but you have not failed
I see triumph glimmering in those shards of my broken barrier
For you have rescued me like no other
One last glance sends sparks of joy your way
Carried off by chaos of my creation
Away I go
Spoiler Your WorldHere you walk so forlorn
the world seems to fall back
As you walk along
your ears are filled with sounds of of cracks
moving forward must be done
carefully you move inching by
watching your footing
you're so sly
you mistook and hit the edge
around you shatters the world you know
falling faster now
the winds seem to blow
as you fall you begin to see
right before you hit the grass
your world was too rigid
made of something as weak as glass
Spoiler Words Like Glass
No one lives forever,
But words are immortal.
When I am gone,
I hope my words remain.
My words like glass.
Reflective, never-ending, penetrate
Deep into the soul.
Bring out the inner beauty,
Shining, dancing in the light.
Through the looking glass,
Like Alice, my words
Open doors to new worlds.
Worlds unimaginable, nonsensical
Or real as life itself.
Words like glass,
Beautiful, reflective, yet
Sharp as shards when broken.
Words cut deep, like
The smallest shard of broken glass.
My words like glass will
Stay forever, ready, waiting
Waiting to reflect. Waiting to pierce.
Spoiler Through the Looking Glass
I glare through the Looking Glass,
Lent by the Scryer’s rotten sass:
Hidden deep in darkness’ heart,
A shaman draws the tarot cards.
And oh, four Cards are drawn!
There’s the Seagull, wings in dawn,
There’s the Gambler in his bar,
The Card of Peace, the Card of War!
The Glass grants me a second look,
This Time I see a scarred old book,
Mephisto holds it in his hands,
Standing still in Wasted Lands.
There is no text inside the tome,
But etching of the burning Rome
There’s Nero singing, latin chanting,
Laughter while the dead start panting.
One last look, through light and shade,
The Glass shows me how I was made,
Shows me the paper and the pen -
Perplexed I leave the Scryer’s den.
Staring out the window from this lonely room
Brittle light shadows, unliquid gloom
Transparent robots following where the prism leads
And from painted glass, I sit here and read
Sometimes I wonder how loud you would have to scream
For the cracks to form?
And how burning do you have to dream?
Before the glass distorts?
How many panicking fists,
Before the glass to break at the seams?
Edited by Oben, 29 December 2013 - 04:17 PM.