Poem Competition :-}

[verthandi]

Here's my last one for this thread. It has been great to see what others have written.

Title: Huntress
Type of Poem:
Inspiration: ?who knows, late at night and the words just came to me.

Huntress

Silent fear
controls desire.
Haunting failures
keep her from trying.

Daunting walls
incase the pain.
Even when summoned
to fall again.

The huntress’ instinct
weighs illusions.
Searching for traps
still illusive.

Weeping barricades
expose the game.
Channeling faith
to move on again.

Cautiously
she explores.
Feeding temptations
long ignored.

Discovering the will….
To hunt once more.

 

[Opa]

It was over 30 years ago and she was quite old at the time. I often have wanted to go back and check on her, but some memories are better left intact.

 

[verthandi]

Quote:
It sounds like you were fortunate to have met one of the wise ones that can cross our path. I'm sure she would be proud that you still remember her teachings.

 

[xadika]

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[duckncover]

Title:The Rooster Love Poem
Type of poem: Love & Tragedy

A thoughtful wish of happiness
I send you my love I miss.
I wake each morn and yell for you
With no one around, nothing to do.
As the day thins my love will thicken
I love you my elegant lady chicken!
I'll wait everyday for you to fly back home.
I can just hope it's a safe place you roam.
It is now occurring to me I'm alone
I'm now depressed and that's well known
and I am the rooster that wrote a love poem.

Completely Original by me!!!

 

[Cetawin]

This is one I wrote back in 1996 before my daughter was born...it was how she came to be named "Cheyenne" and how she came into this world

Title: a Daughter's Name
Type of poem: Free Verse
Your inspiration: How my daughter told me her name and foretold what was to happen


Once in every woman's life there comes a time when her heart
Aches for the touch of a tiny hand and her soul sings at the little thing
That coos then smiles and has such love for you in her eyes

A woman sees pink little things and knows that one day this child
Will be a woman, a mother and the love the same things
To be a mother to a small girl is a joy that has no bounds

When the first sign of life was present within I knew in an instant
I was carrying my new best friend
The one who would share all those special things with me

I thought about you and of what you would one day be
My heart searched your spirit for what name you would need
And somewhere deep inside, I heard a small voice say
"mommie it is me"

My name is Cheyenne and a strong girl I'll be
You are my mommie and very special to me
I will wait for my day in your loving care then see you look upon me

Our meeting will not come too easily for that is our destiny
Mommie I come to you with the extra strength you need
To love, protect and care for me

Our lives will be changed as never before but know in your heart
That this love that we start is here for a reason, no matter how hard
And one day soon you must choose between your life and me

Mommie, whatever choice you make I will understand
But I know in my heart you will do the best you can
Because you are my Mommie and my new best friend

We both have paths which we must follow
Paths that have forks in them along the way
If my path begins then yours may end but you will always be
Mommie and my best friend

copyrighted 1996

I think the thing that prompted me to write this the day before she was born was the fact that all the things that tiny voice said to me where unfolding. I did have to choose between her or I; I choose her life over mine. we beat tremendous unheard of odds...we both survived. So, this one writing is always special to me.

 

[Cetawin]

Title: You
Type of poem: Free Verse
Your inspiration: DH's first combat deployment after our wedding



When I look at you
everything I love shines through

Your eyes, your smile, they entice me
Your gentle touch & warm words lure me

Only with you in my life am I fully aware
of all that I am

For it is you who makes me complete
my lover, my heart, my husband
my best friend


copyrighted 2001

 

[Chicky Tocks]

Title: Chicken-house Blues
Type of poem: Free Verse
Your inspiration: Rooster Tudes and the chicks who dig them...


The rooster is a lonely pimp
deserted, removed, hermitically aloof.
So it is that his feather lies far from
the quiver of a gilded quill.
He is a beggar and the nerve of insistence.

With his belly full of crow,
he bestows an interesting doodle of
cocky do’s and honey’s
it would please me, if you only would appease me…
He is the inamorato of his own cock-a-hoop.

- and she, the hen, who scratches loudly
through the unawares -
fecundity, faros and flowers and flowers,
will only lose sight
of her peripheral vision.

when the rooster,
arches vain his polyglot,
and rolls his flower cluster.

 

[RioLindoAz]

We have an awsome variety of poems!

Great work!

 

[Chick_a_dee]

When is the closing date on this contest? i have a couple poems i'd like to submit... and do they have to be chicken related or no? cause mine arent