Welcome to the voting for Poetry Contest #34!
The theme was "Pumpkins", as picked by mantisstalker, the winner of round #34.
The poll should-be self-explanatory. Please vote objectively, and fair.
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Previous rounds and winners can be found pinned in the Contest Forum and the Discussion Thread.
Here are the entries for this round:
Spoiler pumpkin timeusually big and round as a head,
filled with as much useless goop.
massive pumpkins at the state fair
really threw me for a loop.
giant gourds they were,
thick skinned as i’ll never be.
to cleave that vine, i’ll bet—
like the felling of a tree!
a marvel, a triumph of science
or nature, two of the same.
but, grown only to rot.
to perch for pleasure and for fame!
carve it a face,
how would it feel?
would it rather sit for show,
or be some farmer’s evening meal?
saw into the head,
let me jump inside.
in the seeds and pulp
i will reside.
Spoiler Pumpkin SocietyThe time of the year as come,
The sweet taste we cherrish
October, we ourselves fear them,
Or is it what we create on thoses Pumpkin's appearance.
Once they've grown we hope they can be on our tables,
Few of them get to where we'd want them to be.
But some or left to be carved with prejudices, left only for October.
Once Halloween is over, we throw them outside for them to be left under.
Now, some may be saved and await their turn to be eaten.
Every Pumpkin love being on our tables.
That kind of trick is what we call their goals.
Their threats is being thrown as trash.
That is the society of pumpkins.
SpoilerOh pumpkin spice latte
You look nothing like a frapé
You taste a little weird
Like...drinking a beard
I digress, you're still tasty..
Idk how I feel about you..maybe you suck
But you're the only good thing at Starbucks....just my luck...
Spoiler Poe the Pumpkin ManDown by the shore a small town dwells,
Far from the cries of city bells,
It is cozy and full of life,
With the citizens enjoying little strife.
Everyone was well acquainted,
With a good amount being closely related,
But there was one among them that no one did know,
A simple man by the name of Poe.
He was short and thin,
And would keep quiet in any din,
But what made Poe stand out was the pumpkin head he wore,
Something many said was simply an eyesore.
Rotten or fresh he always wore the plant,
Oblivious to the sour things the children would chant,
His job was to collect the peoples trash,
Being paid in candy instead of cash.
Being so odd no one called a friend,
And would often make fun of his trend,
But there was a dark day when no one cared,
When the dragon arrived with its teeth bared.
It demanded to be fed,
Yet would turn its nose up at the finest bread,
Neither meat nor fruit would satisfy it,
And many feared it was at the end of its wit.
When all seemed lost a meek Poe arrived,
Several heavy bags by his side,
When he poured his sweets onto the ground the beast couldn't help but smile,
Lunging for the feast like a hungry child.
While it was busy satisfying its hunger Poe struck,
His knife striking true but sadly he forgot the duck,
And in turn was felled by the dying wurm,
Causing the stomachs of those watching to churn.
They never did take the pumpkin off his head,
And decided to remember him in a different way instead,
By collecting candy and donning a mask,
Lest we ever forget Poe's last task.
Spoiler FinallySo Brutus passed away last night?
Oh no, that's sad, however
Raise your head and smile, alright?
So he'll live on forever.
He wouldn't want you crying, right?
As a good friend, a good pet.
So this is my final, quiet plight,
Stop tugging the shirt of the vet.
No, see, he won't bite!
He's so much nicer, this Grey.
No need to feel such fright,
Just smile and it'll all go away.
I said, not in the middle of the night!
Your tears are just causing me pain!
In the darkness, as well as the light,
The stubborn you is driving me insane!
So finally, in the kitchen came an end,
To her crying over nothing.
A silence I had never felt before.
Now but a hollow shell lit up from within,
Her smile forever scorched into the walls of the room.
Spoiler The Silly Ballad of the Pumpkin and the Moon
It was a long and dreary night,
And a pumpkin lay awake in fright
He could not dare to watch the moon
Because he knew of revenge soon.
And long before the dawn would come
He begged the stars for help of some
But they, as large and glistening
Wouldn't help a small damp thing.
The pumpkin therefore could just hope,
That there would come a rescue rope -
Indeed, a hand and knife, they made him pout
And gourged his insides out.
Half the pumpkin had now become soup,
The outer shell was a halloween coup.
This was not what he expected,
The pain was changed, but not deflected.
A burning candle beamed inside,
While his outside slowly died,
Whitered and were to rot away
When suddenly, there was a way!
A meteorite burned through the sky,
And shattered the moon to a thousand flies -
And the pumpkin finally came free,
The curse was lifted, he could finally see.
And when all people screamed in fear,
The pumpkin said it, loud and clear:
"Put me up where the moon was seen,
I can be what he has been."
Because they knew no better way,
They gave in to the pumpkin's sway.
The people got adapted soon -
So the Pumpkin replaced the moon.
Voting closes on November 20th.
Edited by Oben, 18 November 2016 - 11:39 AM.