Poetry Writing Contests discussion

So, I'm super excited for this theme because I think it'll be lots of fun, so here it is:

CRUMBLED



Anything crumbled - a flower, a piece of paper, a person, etc.

Have fun!

Starts: Today
Ends: March 2nd

2 entry limit

Roses

Some people are like pretty roses
Bound to crumble
With anything but the perfect conditions,
Unable to take a little tumble

And some are like dandelions
A little weed
Sprouting from the pavement
That is everything it'll ever need

But even dandelions
Will crumble and break
They're forever out in the sun,
And there they'll eventually bake


Tbh Idk what this is but eh whatever

Broken Girl

They crushed her dreams
Her ambitions and goals
That filled her up to her seams
They took away her soul

They told her she wasn't pretty
That she'd never amount to anything
She just couldn't see her own beauty
Couldn't see how her soul could truly sing

And they broke her,
Shredded her until she was just the same
And they so thoroughly succeeded to deter
From thinking she was ever a player in this game

They stole her song
And crushed her voice
Told her to play along
And to make no noise

They told her she didn't deserve her life
So she shut her emotions with a tight lid
And when she got her hands on a knife,
You'll never guess what she did

Emily ~ To the stars who listen and the dreams that are answered ~ wrote: "Broken Girl

They crushed her dreams
Her ambitions and goals
That filled her up to her seams
They took away her soul

They told her she wasn't pretty
That she'd never amount to anything
She just co..."

Wow

@Sev that's the best kind of love poem...xD xD (or at least, my favorite) I like it

Severus~ Jon Snow's brother~Ned Stark's son~Tyrion Lannister is bae~Emilia Clarke, I love you~Game of Thrones is Life~ wrote: "Thanks. Something's wrong with my writing though, it's getting worse everyday, I fear."


Lol, why? I haven't noticed that, at least...then again, I always feel like my writing is awful, so maybe it's a psychological thing

Custard And Jelly In Her Hands

It takes both time and distance
for a piece of paper to age.
The edges—stained,
The page—crumpled,
The ink remains the same.
The words breathe their repetitive breaths,
yet their meaning— somehow different;
evolved into something new.

I noticed my mother's hands the other day,
Holding a bone china dish with
custard and jelly, perfectly made,
just like when I was a young boy.

Her hands unrecognizable— ebbing
skin; transparent, you could see her
blood.
I was never told blood turns bluer as you get old.

What time does to us, distance can limit,
But what then, when we set boundaries
for people who need to be near us?

I have always been heavy,
Could never see my blood through my
thick skin,
There is no transition in my hands to notice;
Time has always played tricks on me.

And I cry, still;
My nails grow back so fast.
I chew them away,
but they come back the very next instant.

I don't want to be my mother's age.
I don't want my mother to be my
mother's age.

—Akif Kichloo

Evelyn wrote: "I Crumbled....


It was beautiful but now it’s over
I crumbled on the inside with your every word
They hit my heart and shattered me completely
But in your rage, you never noticed
That you were slo..."

*sobs at the ending*

Thanks guys!!! <3

To Fall

And if I was to fall
Would I ever land again
The drop seems to be so far
I may never reach the bottom
It would be alright
If only you were there to catch me
My tears would never have to spill
If only you were here to hold me
And now I stand
All alone in the night
Atop this barren precipice
I am cold and fine
Not crumbling deep inside, yet
One stiff breeze and I could plummet
Into this endless abyss before me
I feel the wind blowing against my icy skin
Yet I do not care at all
Where are you when I need you
When my soul is breaking off in little chunks
In the darkest of nights
And even the stars are falling from the sky
With no one to weep for their dying
When I feel that nothing will change
And to survive this I must fall and keep on falling
I can close my eyes
And taste what it would feel to fall
I can imagine the feeling
Floating in the rising wind for a moment
As if I could really fly
And you won’t ever know
What became of me
Maybe someday you will wake up
And come looking for me
Maybe you will look down over the edge
And see my crumbled body
Or perhaps it will have been so long
I will have faded away

Evelyn wrote: "I Crumbled....


It was beautiful but now it’s over
I crumbled on the inside with your every word
They hit my heart and shattered me completely
But in your rage, you never noticed
That you were slo..."

Oh my gosh, that's so powerful Evie...that's amazing

Bookcrazy ~ And I'm still singing hallelujah, hallelujah~ wrote: "To Fall

And if I was to fall
Would I ever land again
The drop seems to be so far
I may never reach the bottom
It would be alright
If only you were there to catch me
My tears would never have to sp..."

this embodies my entire life right now...

Sickness of the Heart

Stained with tears of sorrow
Seen by seers of morrow
To break a heart, all it took
Were words, read with just one look

No sticks, no stones
Nor fractured, broken bones
The only thing, dead and shattered
Was a heart, and ashes, into the wind, scattered

Was it mine?
Was it yours?
So many, settled, scores

Was it mine?
Was it yours?
There's no hope for cures

Crumpled, thrown
The seeds are sown
I am the target, you have the arrow and bow
You shot me, and killed me, and now I know

The two dates, the first, the day of birth
The day you emerged and met the Earth
But the other, the second, that one spelled death
Laid bare, quiet, cold, silent your last breath

That paper, torn in half
I can still see, your photograph
Staring out, eyes big and wide
Right before our souls and worlds collide

Sick and tired, of being me
I stumbled into the sea
You saved me, and pulled me out
But it still lingers, your dark doubt

I tried to show you, I tried I tried
But you stayed away, you shirked and shied
So that day, when you were carried away
I became sick of all the things I never got to say

Crumpled, deep in my heart
Your memory, my love, I shall never part
Crumpled, the paper in my fist
For you, my love, I shall persist

Preserved Beauty

I stare as you wilt,
Crumbling, tumbling.
Giving up your beauty to time
You're done sitting in a vase.

I save you, rescuing you
From death with new use.
You are still beautiful to me
Be still and dry your stem.

Now you lay with your friends
But you are new, different than before.
You are stiff, fragile
My touch makes you crumble away

What a pretty flower you are.

~Nadia~♥When You're Happy, You Enjoy the Music; When You're Sad, You Understand The Lyrics♥~ wrote: "Bookcrazy ~ And I'm still singing hallelujah, hallelujah~ wrote: "To Fall

And if I was to fall
Would I ever land again
The drop seems to be so far
I may never reach the bottom
It would be alright
..."

I'm sorry. About everything.

contest closed, thanks guys for entering your lovely poetry!