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Old 10-17-2012, 11:26 PM View Post #1 (Link) Biweekly Poetry Contest 10/17 - 10/29
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1st place - The Violet Room by Arko

The Violet Room

The evening spread out its edges across the streets,
And the heat of the day faded out through spaces amidst the dark
Like vapor rising from a rusty kettle.
When the thoughts were forced backwards into the dreary heart,
I could not feel the broken images brushing at my feet any longer,
Nor the familiar conversations which slid along the soul’s aisle with ease-
Only the silent staircase made a reply I could not decipher,
And the window creaked at the western end of the corridor,
Leading a vision beyond, but the feet beneath,
Tumbling towards their limits.

Sometimes the silence becomes too overwhelming for the soul to endure,
A soul accustomed to noise but exiled from noise
Beyond a hill, beyond a dusk, beyond the alien minds;
Silence, with occult candlelight flickering about the corners of the room,
With pieces of darkness poised across the roof, the walls, the door
Are all it may possess from idle chores.
The cold violin lies on the bed,
Gathering its wrinkled melody into an indolent sphere;
Whom shall it endear,
When the daylight drowns beneath a pool of liquid night,
Along with its voices, violins, and visions of futile things,
That build up the walls of my room at night.

When the world slips into the smoke outside, I retreat into my room
With a rubble of my possessions fermented to a liquor I shall drink
Through the night, when the dagger of memory digs deep into the heart
To let out a flush of future uncertain,
But that which always weaves a pattern of its own.
The memory and the room become one in a trance.
When the nightly curtains are allowed to fall from the murky sky,
In my room, I do not know if to think or dance,
In my world of memory, I’m undone.

2nd place - Dreams in Yellow, by Ares
Dreams in Yellow

expanse of golden sands
in the shade of sunlight
with unintended paralysis
thunderstruck in its stillness
yet with a gaze that reflected
in the blank, dry sky
the sand
it was seen
granules in the air,
moths and fireflies of sand
flocked towards the temptation
of light-like sky
yet separated by glass,
a window pane of gravity,
restricted the sand
stretching beyond all we saw
endless, like a carpet
stretching round the world
mutineed and tired,
circling back to the horizon


the sun, its photosensitive core
who with the might
of a vengeful mistress
its goldenrod petals for lamps
pressed down on granulated butter
it tried to
but could not melt in heat
and remained


with the audacity of an inverted bungee jumper
jumping from a valley of goldenrods
his rubber harness attached to the ground
his jump defying gravity
jumping to the ball of fire in the sky
like son of icarus
without the wings that’d fly him
and destroy him


towards the battery powered
switch operated
and warmth giving lamp
adding more light
to the already bright hall
where adolescent whispers were echos
and everybody wore sunglasses
because the light was too strong
(and they were hungover)
and the lamp still shone
with godlike efficiency
and unnerving consistency


a passerby, the only one
on a shrivelled desert plane
lifting his hand to
shield himself
like an umbrella would
but there was no rain, no water
nothing to drink, no liquid
but his sweat, slowly rolling off
his stiffened skin and his back
under his rags of stained sorrow
his god, inefficient and vengeful
left him to dry
his sweat
in sunlight hue dropped


into the sands and floor
killing itself before it died
from the impact
of absorption
spreading more than its body could
leaving a blemish
stillborn birth from the sand’s sperm
with jackhammer impact
and teenage pop star longevity
turned into air
and vanished
within a second
dying before we saw it.

oh love (not so divine), i’ve TOLERATED you
you and your SHINING dreams of running into the sunset
LEAPING from the cliff ahead
DESTROYING my harness of reality
save me,
before i FALL.

Congratulations! (Unfortunately we only got the two entries this time around - we usually also award third place and post poems by the runners-up). It may take a few days to a week for your critiques to arrive, but keep an eye out! They'll be delivered to your inboxes.

Rules and so forth:
Sorry this one is getting a little bit of a late start: this fortnight's contest begins as soon as you read this and ends at 11:59pm your time on Monday, October 29th. The theme this time around:
evoking color.
There are a few ways into this challenge. The main restraint: try to evoke a color in your poem without naming that color outside of the title. If you want to show something blue, describe the cloudless sky; if you want to talk about yellow, go out into the dry fall fields and touch the prickly, faded grass. Let us see the goldenrod or taste saffron. You get at color through mood, or you can try evoking color synaesthetically, through other senses like taste, sound, touch, smell, etc. (You can learn more about synaesthesia here).

Here's an example of what I'm talking about, which uses mood, other senses, and a sort of surreal lyric to evoke the color in the title:
At the Blue Note - Pablo Medina

for Karen Bentivenga

Sometimes in the heat of the snow
you want to cry out

for pleasure or pain like a bell.
And you wind up holding each other,

listening to the in-between
despite the abyss at the edge of the table.

Hell. Mulgrew Miller plays like a big
bad spider, hands on fire, the piano

trembling like crystal,
the taste and smell of a forest under water.

The bartender made us a drink
with butterfly wings and electric wire.

Bitter cold outside, big silence,
a whale growing inside us.

As usual, if anyone finds cool published examples in a book or somewhere around the internet, post it here.

The judges are Isis, mfarr1992, and lalodragon.

-- Entries should be sent to one of the judges via Personal Message (special love if you send entries to all judges).
-- There are no physical prizes, but there are three places for winners: first place gets five thank points, second place gets three thank points, third place gets one thank point, and runners-up get a peck on the cheek (or a fist bump if pecks are not your thing)

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Old 10-21-2012, 02:23 PM View Post #2 (Link)
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Well, this is the very first contest I'm actually thinking of participating in seriously. After trying my hand somewhat nonchalantly at symbolism I'd now love to return to the good realms of proper imagery.
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Old 10-21-2012, 08:01 PM View Post #3 (Link)
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I love colors! I'm joining~~

Originally Posted by sbenzing
Wow. So youre a Korean girl who grew up in Hong Kong, lives in the United States now and is studying Spanish in college? You know that's crazy right?
Jisun: I feel like I'm writing some Twilight shit.
Kanen: Ji, I feel like that all the time.
Kanen: The difference is,
Kanen: this is only your first draft.
Kanen: for her, it was her last.
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Old 10-25-2012, 02:26 PM View Post #4 (Link)
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I'm looking forward to seeing work from both of you! Deadline is Monday night - everybody still has a whole weekend to write.
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Old 10-26-2012, 01:52 PM View Post #5 (Link)
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You're a synesthete, too? I love you even more now, Isis.

Sorry. Irrelevant comment is irrelevant. I'll most likely be joining this.
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Old 10-28-2012, 06:15 PM View Post #6 (Link)
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Write it all up today, darlings, today and tomorrow.
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Old 10-29-2012, 02:09 PM View Post #7 (Link)
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Last day, everyone!

EDIT: Well, boys and girls, I'm horribly disappointed in you. Two entries?!
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Old 10-31-2012, 08:49 AM View Post #8 (Link)
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I was going to enter; I was working on a poem. However, I had an awful migraine day which ended with a sleepless sick night, and I naturally forgot all about it.

Sorry lovelies, I know I'm disappointing <3
Originally Posted by Samuel Beckett, Worstward Ho
The void. Before the staring eyes. Stare where they may. Far and wide. High and low. That narrow field. Know no more. See no more. Say no more. That alone. That little much of void alone.
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Old 10-31-2012, 12:55 PM View Post #9 (Link)
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Two entries is a little less. Now we won't even have third place. COMEONPEOPLEJOINTHELOVE.
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Old 10-31-2012, 06:52 PM View Post #10 (Link)
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Winners have been announced - congrats, gents!
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