This is suppossed 2 b a poetic contest room; And not a room 4 sayin hmmm; Like somebody being threatened with doom

So this is about some room mates,
when I thought u wanted 2 win u some dates.
If this is d only reason u write, then no one wil find in ur poem any delight

@ Charly P, if you call your addressee by name it will be easier for us to know to whom you are speaking.

Sorry,I was actualy respondin 2 d addresees dat replied @1982's poem wit hmm & hmmmm.were u among them?

Somegirl,I was referin 2 iice,nilla & kili who al went hmm,hmm too & hmmmmmm.A part was also 4 frank 1982,who was writn 2 please rum mates

Well, you are new here. Hence you didn't see the original titel of this post. But you would have understood people's hmmmm, if you had seen it.

I.m back. And who's charley P?

Oh pls charley don't start a beef.

I already did it and the after-taste

Sucks. It's like punching wind, time a-waste.

Just help us out, we all be friends

We could contest too, poems never end.

Oh charley P don't start a beef
Just love the thread, or pls leave.

Macalurs,no malice intended.If u go back 2 my rply 2 frank 1986,kiki & nilla's txt,u wil find out it's a poem on it's own.Notwithstandin, my apologies.

Genial thats really really nice.

what are you talking about in the poem . care to share? or we are free to inteprete.

Meanwhile guys i will come up with mine soon. sorry for the delay.

Thanks Nilla.

It's open to interpretation.

What do you think it's about?

hmmm
methinks i'll keep what i think to myself

you know what i only just paid attention to the title.

but its really really good.

macalurs, frank where you guys at. Genial is leading

nilla baby. . . he ain't. . . _{at least I don't think he is}

Dont worry. I'm almost done. You shall behold me, we will be one.

macalurs:

nilla baby. . . he ain't. . . _{at least I don't think he is}

Dont worry. I'm almost done. You shall behold me, we will be one.

ok.
this is going to be fun.

MIDNIGHT

When roses shed pearl-like tear drops
And the moon instructs the bat it's dart
And the quantized snores of croaking frogs
Keeps the toddler afear the dark;
When cheetahs hide their young in rocks
And wolves howl prayers at the moon
And starving snakes opt chewing dock
That grows around man's ancient tombs:

I'm awake, the world's asleep.

[center]'And the Contest Begins[/center]

[center]The very fearless lead the lines,
On horses in front of their destiny,
Trampling on humans like swines,
Those who run after their destiny.

The contest shouldn't be about that struggle,
A battlefield for some struggling creative warlords,
It should be a fluid war,
An enigmatic display like the fatality of Arabian swords.

A mercenary christened Franc,
An imaginative poetic painter with lots of flair,
The numeral uno among your rank,
A genius with the artistic sight of a seer.

These really aren't lines,
My fatal introduction with rhymes,
a Samurai pulling off his mask,
An honourable way to victory as you slum and bask.

Ain't gonna strike with your back turned champ,
I let you see the face before the stamp,
Just hope you don't switch camp,
Cos you're in for the tramp. [/center]

_{sorry for offtopic o
i'll put up a poem later}

^{my king}

Er, where's the judge? Nilla? Somegirl?

You are trying to be good,
So don't go making noise,
We're on recess and it'll soon be good,
Till then, play by the rules.

@ somegurl
hey sis, u sound real good and creative.
u belong here and no where else.
i love piece from experience,
and it's what u do best.
keep it up.
where is ChiluvGod?
just found out she's a good critic,
exactly what we need here.
come back in, we need u here real bad.

franc, macalurs, and Genial

you have all really outdone yourselves. now your all confusing me cos i dont know who to choose as the best.

macalurs,
simple, but straight to the point.

franc,
nice introduction, i see you've already made youself numero uno

Genial,
I love the way you play with words. The flow of your poem is unique to you. I can now see your poem without your name and know its you.

For me the winner out of "midnight", "and the contest begins" and "the hunt" is

The hunt
but the others are still very good.

ok guys come up with some more, while i continue to think of my poem

Thanks Nilla. I love the way you make your point.

Somegirl? ChiluvGod?

Genial:

Thanks Nilla. I love the way you make your point.

Somegurl? ChiluvGod?

sure.
ok come up with more  .



I didnt really pay attention to poems or fancy them, until i stumbled on this thread. now i can't get enough of good poems.

No judge am I,
each poem's great
in its own way.



Franc1982, thanks. I took your compliment as a justification to write a poem for myself. Probably, when a girl is good with words herself, guys are to shy to write her love poems. So I just wrote one for myself!

Genial boo, welcome to franks thread

But hey I'll give you that one. I liked it.


The new challenge for me is writting about mundane topics, and cutting out all the enigma for now.

Frank's really pissed, he's cranked two poems for "champ" already. . . . I'm in for some gore.

macalurs:

Genial boo, welcome to franks thread

But hey I'll give you that one. I liked it.


The new challenge for me is writting about mundane topics, and cutting out all the enigma for now.

Frank's really pissed, he's cranked two poems for "champ" already. . . . I'm in for some gore.

yup it was nice.
the competition is getting tighter.

macalurs:

Genial boo, welcome to franks thread

But hey I'll give you that one. I liked it.

 

Thanks Macalurs.



       Nilla

Genial:



Nilla

Under the clear sky at night
The full moon is shining, smiling
The pool glitters, sparkles, glimmers
On grassy green garments of life
The fragrance of spring for her smile vying
Is a glorious vision, vista, Nilla.

Her shiny hair, her flowing mane
Eyes like a thousand stars,
Fluttering lashes, like dazzling darts
Sparkling diamonds in her gaze
Soft sweet lips, full of promise
Shimmering, rosy, hues of burgundy
Twin peaks alluring, so very turgid
Straining, striving, pleading to be easy

Soft hands, oh so, so soft!
Softer, even sweeter, touch
Swooning, pleasure, transport, rapture
Searching, fumbling for the precious circle
One hand in hers, one bended knee
Saying, Nilla, will you marry me?

_{All copyright laws apply}

i 'm at loss for words. i dont know what to say. i need to recover.

while i think of what to say.

THANKSSSSSSSSS.
_{thats hoping its not some other nilla}

I don't know another Nilla, Nilla.

My pleasure.

Waiting to hear what you have to say, judge.