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Tau 08-13-2013 11:55 AM

Autumn Contest (Poetry) – Hidden
 
As the darkness creeps back into the world, and the days are dying, falling prey to Autumn’s biting wind. This seasons contest theme is Hidden, what will you find when you look? Good luck to all who enter.

Entries:

Members are allowed one entry in the Poetry contest. (You are welcome to enter our prose contest as well.) Poetry entries should be submitted as posts to this thread. The competition is open to all members of Writer’s Beat, including staff.

Members are requested to refrain from commenting on entries in this posting thread. Please use the Autumn Contest Comments thread instead. That thread will remain open throughout the posting period and afterwards, and members are encouraged to let entrants know what they thought of their entries.

Word Limits:

Poetry: 40 Lines

Edits:

Once an entry has been submitted, it cannot be altered. Any work that is edited after it has been entered will be disqualified. If you feel you need to make a small alteration (a misplaced comma, a spelling error), contact a member of staff. If we feel your request is reasonable, we will make the correction on your behalf.

Closing Date:

15th September 2013, 12 midnight GMT

Judging:

Winners will be selected by means of a public vote, so you, the members of Writer’s Beat, will choose the winners.

After the closing date, a voting thread will be posted. Voting will commence on the 16th of September and close on the 30th of September 2013, 12 midnight GMT.


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Recognition:

The winning entries will be considered for publication in Writer's Beat Quarterly, subject to the approval of the editors. To increase your chances of getting published (whether you win or not), make sure your document is as error-free as possible!
Also, the member (or tying members) with the most votes will get to suggest the next contest theme!


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If you have any questions about the contest, contact a staff member and we will happily answer them for you. Now sharpen your pencils, fill up your inkwells and get writing. Good Luck!

Agatha Christie 08-15-2013 10:50 AM

HIDDEN GRIEF by Julie Patten

Hidden beneath a strong façade
Is grief you will never see
Never know, though there it be.

Like a clock ticking incessantly
The façade is common routine
While deep grief remains unseen.

The constant 'tick' and 'tock'
So reliable, so reassuring.
While inside, is sadness gnawing.

The regularity of the clock
You can ignore this trivial sound.
It's just part of life's background.

If grief was as clear as the clock face
If you could see the workings beneath
Great compassion you would bequeath.

GaryFagan 08-15-2013 03:50 PM

A Hidden Heart
By Gary Fagan

When we said our good-byes
There were tears in my eyes.
In the years since we’ve been apart
I have found pieces of my heart.

Hiding from the pain and the fear
My heart began to sear
Its wounds shut with copious amounts of booze.
As I reflected on the time with the whiskey
I decided to you my heart would not lose.

Drawing the fragments of my broken heart
I find only one regret shining through the part.
I wasted my time on someone who did not
Deserve all that I’ve got to give.
These are feelings I’ve found when I sought
My hidden heart.

Nacia 09-09-2013 01:06 AM

confidence
 
hidden inside is nay fobidden
let the rhythm
in your soul
music
is diddum
it shall beat it out
of schism
and secret will out

LanceRocks 09-11-2013 05:07 AM

My Eyebrows Grow So Fast
 
...it's uncanny.
I trim them best I can,
but then must trim again.
Same goes for my toenails
and my beard--it's so an-
noying! I trim and trim
and trim: you'd think
they'd understand.

It's said these parts of body
grow even after death. Per-
haps I'm dead already:
sure feels like it.

mrschina 09-13-2013 05:59 AM

Chains of Silk
Through the lattice window of her silken cell
She sees the tops of pine trees,
Pointed swords guarding the old stone castle.
She sees a tinsel river
Flowing to the world outside, as tears
Flow down her face. She bows her head
In sorrow.
She stands on the altar of devotion,
Worshipped, revered, by him alone.
She watches as the seasons pass,
Dreams of freedom.
Of feeling soft spring rain on her cheek.
Of a summer meadow’s sweet scent.
Of rustling through crisp autumn leaves.
Of a snow covered landscape.
And dancing; dancing; dancing;
Released from the silken chains
Entwining her forever, in his web
Of possession.

mlp 09-13-2013 08:46 AM

Seasons

As the wilting limbs begin to wither,
The days turn dark and gray.
This eternal reminder ye should consider,
For you have not long to play.

The sun shall set and the moon shall rise.
Life is born and soon must die.
Time passes in a guise,
Oh so quickly it slips us by.

Profess your love while ye may,
To you it shall return.
Practice every word you say,
For the wick of life doth burn.

If your light begins to wane,
Know that you’ve lived your best.
Look at life with no distain,
Go unto your rest.

When from this mortal coil you’ve fled,
Know that life continues on.
For another day is ahead,
There shall come another dawn.

Let these words strike you deep,
Glean what you may.
For oblivion doeth silently creep,
It will not remain at bay.

Now the darkness fades to death,
The light doth rise anew.
Fresh life takes its first breath,
In a radiant golden hue.


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