Artemis
08-03-2007, 07:41 AM
Congratulations on seeing the first poetry battle within the Poetry Corner.
Okay this is how it's going to go...
Competitors: Taraq and 4thseal
Judges: You. By voting in the poll.
Prizes: +rep and 100vBux Points from the loser
Rules: CLICK HERE (http://forums.bleachportal.net/showpost.php?p=1860040&postcount=3)
Poems:
Deep Blue Sky
By Taraqs
Sour, sweet
As I look into the deep blue sky
Way way far and wide
Wondering just one thing
Why birds fly and sing.
As I kept looking into the deep blue sky
Wondering about that same thing
I felt something hit me from way way high
And now I know why they fly and sing.
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Sour, sweet
By 4thSeal
She left like
broken grass
withered and grey—
as if every breath
smelt of sweet, sour death.
Left me like
liquid glass,
lost in the days
when I was the sand
in her fragile hand.
Now, I crawl
over sharp thoughts
of the past. They
cut my skin, drawing
my love near.
All is fall.
With her I rot.
Dream of the day
when I hold my darling—
sweet love nears.
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Vote via polls.
The deadline to vote will be on the 5th of August.
If you vote, you are expected to leave a comment to help improve the standard of the contestant's poems.
Thanks,
Scorch
Okay this is how it's going to go...
Competitors: Taraq and 4thseal
Judges: You. By voting in the poll.
Prizes: +rep and 100vBux Points from the loser
Rules: CLICK HERE (http://forums.bleachportal.net/showpost.php?p=1860040&postcount=3)
Poems:
Deep Blue Sky
By Taraqs
Sour, sweet
As I look into the deep blue sky
Way way far and wide
Wondering just one thing
Why birds fly and sing.
As I kept looking into the deep blue sky
Wondering about that same thing
I felt something hit me from way way high
And now I know why they fly and sing.
--------------------
Sour, sweet
By 4thSeal
She left like
broken grass
withered and grey—
as if every breath
smelt of sweet, sour death.
Left me like
liquid glass,
lost in the days
when I was the sand
in her fragile hand.
Now, I crawl
over sharp thoughts
of the past. They
cut my skin, drawing
my love near.
All is fall.
With her I rot.
Dream of the day
when I hold my darling—
sweet love nears.
--------------------
Vote via polls.
The deadline to vote will be on the 5th of August.
If you vote, you are expected to leave a comment to help improve the standard of the contestant's poems.
Thanks,
Scorch