(02-23-2012, 02:21 AM)
The NeoGAF Poetry Corner - Challenge #45: Grave #1
The NeoGAF Poetry Corner - Challenge #45: Grave
1. (noun) Any place that becomes the receptacle of what is dead, lost, or past.
2. (adjective) Momentous, serious or solemn; sober.
3. (verb) To fix firmly in the mind.
Optional Secondary Objective: Alliteration
The repetition of a particular sound in the first syllables of a series of words or phrases
Poetry Thread Rules 2.0
For poets entering:
Submission Deadline; (PST)
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The NeoGAF Poetry Society: Previous Challenges:
Poetry Challenge #01: Reflection
Poetry Challenge #02: Making the Blind See (+ 5W poems)
Poetry Challenge #03: Interior (+ Incorporate a song or album title)
Poetry Challenge #04: History (+ Dream Song poems)
Poetry Challenge #05: A View From Afar or Within (+ Clerihew poems)
Poetry Challenge #06: The Surreal and the Fantastical (+ Haikus)
Poetry Challenge #07: Expectations versus Reality (+ Ode)
Poetry Challenge #08: Mirror's Edge (+ Rhymes)
Poetry Challenge #09: Look on the Bright Side (+ poem must end with _________________ as it's last line)
Poetry Challenge #10: Obsolete (+ Ink)
Poetry Challenge #11: Pride (+ Kanye West)
Poetry Challenge #12: Passing By (+ Allegory)
Poetry Challenge #13: Take this Society (+ Ballards)
Poetry Challenge #14: The Dark (+ Add Zombies to taste)
Poetry Challenge #15: The Great Winter (+ Elegy)
Poetry Challenge #16: What Nature Reclaims (+ Lay)
Poetry Challenge #17: Storm Clouds Rising (+ First Person)
Poetry Challenge #18: The Phoenix (+ Enjambment)
Poetry Challenge #19: Psychopomps (+ Assonance)
Poetry Challenge #20: Death in the Family (+ Limericks)
Poetry Challenge #21: A Night on the Town (+ Didactic Poems)
Poetry Challenge #22: A Letter to the World (+ Inside Outside Poetry)
Poetry Challenge #23: The Blues
Poetry Challenge #24: Space, Above & Beyond (+ Prose Poetry)
Poetry Challenge #25: Futurism (+ Avoid Technology)
Poetry Challenge #26: Prove you Exist (+ Lyrical Poetry)
Poetry Challenge #27: Love, Happiness, Peace, Summer & Pixar! (+ Couplets)
Poetry Challenge #28: Dying Earth (+ Blank Verse)
Poetry Challenge #29: War (+ Narrative/Epic Poems)
Poetry Challenge #30: Dreams (+ the return of First Person)
Poetry Challenge #31: At Gunpoint (+ Epic Poetry/Broetry)
Poetry Challenge #32: Two Sides of an Epic Coin Toss (+ Metre & Rhythm)
Poetry Challenge #33: Lust (+ Poetry Slam)
Poetry Challenge #34: Fear (+ Lyric Poetry *To Accompaniment)
Poetry Challenge #35: Detachment (+ A return to allegory)
Poetry Challenge #36: Open (+ Throw Paint on the Wall, See What Sticks!)
Poetry Challenge #37: Chained (+ Cinquain poetry)
Poetry Challenge #38: The Human Experience
Poetry Challenge #39: Of Plants & Trees (+ The return of the Limerick)
Poetry Challenge #40: Homelessness (+ Etheree)
Poetry Challenge #41: Escape
Poetry Challenge #42: Eve of Destruction (+ Chōka)
Poetry Challenge #43: A life worth keeping (+Anger)
Poetry Challenge #44: Out of Reach (+Storytelling)
Poetry Challenge #45: Grave (+Alliteration)
(02-23-2012, 02:22 AM)
The NeoGAF Poetry Society: Alumni's Archive
(02-23-2012, 02:23 AM)
(02-23-2012, 09:48 AM)
Whilst tears were pouring from your eyes and heart,
you spoke the words I refused to believe.
The pain and anger rising up to hate you,
later making place for the pain I was about to receive.
You were my inspiration, my guide on the path called life,
currently a mere shadow of your former self.
How am I supposed to go on, continuing to pretend,
while all one wants to do is find himself.
Time ticks away your last moment, the final greet,
the ultimate goodbye.
Still in denial, refusing to see your lifeless body,
I pray for you an eternal lullaby.
One day, a hoarse voice whispered my name,
speaking from beyond the land of the living.
Telling me to stand proud in what I do,
since life tends to be unforgiving.
Now I keep my head up high,
battle any obstacle that's in my way.
Don't ask me how but you managed to do it,
you shaped me into the person that I am today.
(I dedicate this to my grandfather, who passed away 3 years ago today)
(02-29-2012, 03:59 PM)
Words Want for More: Creator Commentary (Read the entry first)
A write up if you're interested. I always wonder how my intentions match with perception, so here you go.
After creating the theme, I had this image/idea of words left to die on the speaker's tongue.
I didn't know where to take it, so today I just started writing. It quickly became a tale of love lost.
The last line changed my mind. What if the story was love that never existed. So much of the poem are things internal to the protagonist, that maybe they never happened at all. Instead of a tale of a failed relationship it was a tale of passing desire.
The poem had a feel of loneliness anyway, so I added some words to hopefully provide an alternate take once the reader reaches the conclusion. Now I wonder, did it work?
(02-29-2012, 11:56 PM)
For anybody else that is/were interested:
My sincere apologies. I don't explain my pieces any longer. This new period started as recently as the last few poetry and creative writing threads. I wrote up my reasoning in a thread or two back.
All I can say is what regular folks may already know. I write only fiction. Realistic fiction most of the time. Arm chair philosophically inclined sometimes. But fiction. Thank you for your interest anyway.
(03-01-2012, 12:15 AM)
(03-01-2012, 12:23 AM)
I was asked via pm...
And I don't want it to come off like I'm different to this person or that person. It's not that I think less of this person or that person, etc...
I should add, that this is my own view, and not the thread's, plenty of people explain their stuff beautifully.
Edit: on topic, stuck with my piece. It'll come. I'm sure of it.
(03-01-2012, 12:47 AM)
Like the Stench from a Tomb
The little one sits in the car,
passing by a place
she has passed by
every day on her way home.
Long black hair whips in the wind
of air recycled
throughout the centuries,
and for the first time
the girl realizes what it is
she has been passing by
through her time
in this small town.
She asks her parents to stop at the place
long forgotten but always
stocked with new merchandise
that has gone rotten. Maybe another day,
on a week's end,
when we're off work,
and the day is nicer.
As they pass by,
she sees a man walking on
the hard cement
that lines the paths between the graves
of those who have passed on
The girl brings her head
back in to the car,
holds her hair back,
and her parents roll the window up.
(03-01-2012, 02:12 AM)
You guys, on the way home from campus, I thought out a whole poem, and quite possibly the best one I ever would have written. Got home. Realized I remembered none of it. Give me a rope. Things are OVER.
Also, my better thought is with Ashes in that I believe that once a piece has left the author's hands, it's in yours to see whatever you want in it. My ego, on the other hand, wants you to see exactly what I want you to though, so you can always ask me. ;) Kidding. Not really.
(03-01-2012, 10:52 PM)
Yeah, I hear you on that one. I actually have a notebook in Evernote for that exact purpose, and I use my phone to jot in it, but the ol fashioned way probably would be much better. Seeing as how I'm forgetting to get it in at the most important times anyway, lol. Something about having to use a touch-keyboard really hampers benefit there.
(03-03-2012, 08:50 AM)
Cold Wind swept marshes,
Nature's graveyard on the cusp of spring.
Naked trees, lifeless shrubberies,
the bog-land is sleeping, Winter's breath is king.
It'll be better in the summer, he says, you'll see,
she's wearing the wrong footwear, her heels are digging in.
March is here already, a quarter of the year gone,
where are we walking to? What will a change in season bring?
The roaming done, the darkness is coming, time to walk home,
whilst he takes photographs, she wonders how Lea Valley would look like if
one had a ringside seat on a Sky Lark's wing.
(03-03-2012, 11:24 AM)
Worm stripped fingers protrude,
pointing from muddied earth
at grey, hallowed skies,
those bony tips worn and bare
as they seem to trace a line,
heaven raised hands, held up
to some unseen vestige
of safety and warmth and life,
only to find, amidst the cold,
choking earth, an echoing
emptiness and a journey's end.
Super late and hungover, hastily hashed together - apologies.
(03-05-2012, 01:13 AM)
tehrafe - good use of rhyme and metre, and it's a touching piece, although the first couple of stanzas feel slightly disconnected from the rest.
Ward - nice use of alliteration and some good language throughout, but it jumps about a bit in it's structure.
Grakl - clever idea and some nice language, I especially liked the 'new merchandise...gone rotten' bit, but it felt a bit prosaic in parts.
Ashes1396 - some very nice imagery throughout, and I liked the use of rhyme, although in reading I found the ending slightly muddled.
Bootaaay - this one was kept succinct by necessity, but I think it works in it's favour as there isn't much of an idea beyond the image of a half buried corpse, although the ending is pretty weak.
(03-05-2012, 03:17 AM)
'Course, HM: tehrafe, but considering there are only 4 people other than me in this, I think it's a given, haha.
Last edited by Grakl; 03-05-2012 at 09:37 PM.
(03-09-2012, 06:32 AM)
Something I just wrote and wanted to share.
The world we live, lonely and suffocating.
So close we walk, beside one another.
Yet we know not the stranger.
Our lives are prominent.
Our lives are first.
The lost child
The blind beggar.
Are but a stranger that walks beside us.
To know no one.
To see nothing.
Is that our destiny?
An empty world, filled with invisible people.
Is that what we wished for?
It feels incomplete but when I wrote that is as far as my mind stretched.
(03-09-2012, 09:09 AM)
Got to rush out. Hopefully I'll add up votes when I get back.
@Truth, cheers for sharing, you should enter sometime. We're pretty cool cats/dogs round here. :P
Last edited by Ashes1396; 03-10-2012 at 07:16 AM.
(03-12-2012, 06:40 AM)
Got stuck on the time rift. Didn't know whether I was in the future or in the past. ;)
Jump forth to the future/past/alternative future re-imagined from a Victorian past?