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FLASH CONTEST: Poetry Slam! $6.5m Prize Pot) | Started by: Kirsty on May 28, '20 12:22 |
Kirsty excitedly rushes to the podium and begins to speak!
FREESTYLE POETRY CONTEST
"Friends, it's time to INCREASE THE PEACE, and the best way to do that is through the medium of poetry. So, instead of a long-form creative writing contest, let's just do a FREESTYLE POETRY CONTEST! No minimum length, no maximum length. Just come here, recite your poem, leave a copy in the lamppost here, and you've officially entered.
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I'll start: I am Kirsty I run a crew Got so many hits on me I don't know what to do
Although I'm a woman My main interests are What men do to each other When they're behind bars
I got a bold suit And an academic brain And still fools be wanting to Shoot at me (again)
I wish they'd take the time To get to know me And honour the work I do for the creative writing community |
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Reply by: Kirsty at May 28, '20 12:25 | |
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You know I am Right, so don't get me Wrong, but after your entry, my chances of winning the Worst Poem Prize is gone.. |
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Reply by: Right at May 28, '20 12:37 | |
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Right, said Right With repetitious delight Seemed to be challenging me To a poetic fight
Your name can mean correct And the tone you presume to effect Is that of a man unconcerned by me And my obvious ability to take your overtures and deflect
So listen up Right, and listen up well You try often, and you try hard as Hell But you puts words together badly And the end result is, your attempts fell |
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Reply by: Kirsty at May 28, '20 12:46 | |
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Mobsters aplenty, Training, cheating and killing, Until we all die. |
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Reply by: NoamChomsky at May 28, '20 12:46 | |
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The Hitlist by Rick_Dalton
Each day that passes on, Another hit is raised by Anon. Whilst their pockets are seemingly deep, The Grin Gang lose no sleep.
Although Kirsty is trying her best, They still want to put her to rest. Will this saga ever end? or will they actually make her a friend?
Old Rick isn't too sure of the conclusion, This poem probably added confusion. He hopes at least it bags him some cash, or he might have to give the Hitlist a bash... |
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Reply by: Rick_Dalton at May 28, '20 12:59 | |
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I’m Charles or Chuck to my closest friends My ball skills are wonderfully fine The churros I love are the latest trend And that is shown when you see my waistline
I made Right my hand He rolls dice with little luck And empties my bank
Yellow or pink with a lovely smell Seattle’s La Crme sells awesome custard. Tho’ it’s not to all tastes that’s quite true to tell It’s the best yellow treat since English mustard |
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Reply by: Charles_Barkley at May 28, '20 13:24 | |
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Excellent, Charles_Barkley - and good effect, Rick_Dalton (don't you ever forget who you are) A quickie from me, inspired by "Chuck" Coleman Is the mustard man And it's said that The money he makes
It not from the mustard you take But that which is left behind In the jar, that you find Has gone out of date |
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Reply by: Kirsty at May 28, '20 13:28 | |
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Lmao yea I just tried |
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Reply by: Meliodass at May 28, '20 13:57 | |
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roses are red violets are blue |
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Reply by: Asahi at May 28, '20 14:57 | |
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I see that NoamChomsky has already offered you a haiku, so I thought that I would up the ante by giving you my take on a Chōka.
When I eat Pizza My Sons come to my tired mind. What are they to me? Silver or gold or jewels? Separated by time, Flickering before my eyes. Just out of my reach, Almost near and yet too far. Thoughts of Yesteryear, Sadness to much to contain. My Eyes red, face wet, Shaka, when the walls fell - down! My heart beats with pain, The River Temarc, Frozen... Sokath, his eyes uncovered! Time marches onward, I restart in Chicago, Yet Still i live in the past. |
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Reply by: Master_Splinter at May 28, '20 15:00 | |
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Brotherhood of the Hitlister. Zapata.
They say my boss Grin is a mean old man, That he spreads his tyranny across the land, While frenching their sisters, the masked financiers think, "If we hitlist him, we'll force him to the brink!" Masters of war and shadows in the night, Men of terror and vengeance and brilliance and fright, How does one fight an invisible enemy, Who does you no harm nor fear nor worry? "Look, brother, how we have made him frown!" Their fat little hands clenched around a crown, The King of the Dweebs and his extra round table, Counting all the money that they are able, They huddle in their lair developing a plan, To make the American Mafia great again, The light of their genius shines on a glorious credence, To spend two billions dollars on mild inconvenience. |
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Reply by: Zapata at May 28, '20 15:31 | |
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It came to me like an Epiphany This is how it's supposed to be Everyone pointing their gun at me It's not hard to see Only hard to speak, with my tongue tied I only spoke the truth, I never lied My old ways will never die The new ones will shine Back to the mobster grind Back to making a dollar to your dime On God's time We will never stop until we succeed We start off selling the weed Then we move to shrooms Then we roll around building a gun for your impending doom Now we're on the top finely groomed We have to sleep with one eye opened When the untold truth is never spoken Trust and bonds become broken Paranoia sets in and that's when the bullets fly Many funerals we visit to cry The killing won't stop Until we're on top Until we become the cream of the crop Then the youngsters of the deceased take to the family legacy So hard-headed they think, "everyone is dead to me" They start selling the weed Then move to shrooms Rolling around building a gun for your impending doom Need a place to stay? Here, take a room. |
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Reply by: Epiphany at May 28, '20 17:24 | |
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One day I was walking down the street I saw a bar and went in to eat I saw an old enemy of mine Standing outside waiting in line The line was a long one It was for free illegal bourbon But he never got to take his sip Cause I shot him in the hip |
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Reply by: Dom at May 28, '20 21:52 | |
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I've said all I have to say when it comes to mafia-related poetry. I'll not come out of retirement, even for two million dollars. The bard in me was murdered the day I finished fourth place in a story based competition. It feels like just yesterday when I tepidly walked away from the list of winners seeing my name tacked to the very end in the considerations section. There will be no more poetry in my heart, Ever since Latom stole my quick start. As quickly as he came to the poetry slam, Sisyphus left. One cannot lose if they do not play. |
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Reply by: Sisyphus at May 29, '20 01:52 | |
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This slam particularly welcomes contributions from those traditionally critical of me and my bloodline. I'm studying towards a degree in mediation and politics and the power of poetry cannot be underestimated. |
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Reply by: Kirsty at May 29, '20 10:57 | |
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Day and NightHe was light,She was darkness,Each wanted the other,Yet knew not what the other was,She sensed he was there,He dreamed that she existed,Each wanted the other,Yet knew not what the other was,He pushed the world forward,She gave the world rest,Each wanted the other,Yet knew not what the other was,She was refined and proper,He was raw and natural,Each wanted the other,Yet knew not what the other was,A world apart one slept,While the other fought for a belief,Each wanted the other,Yet knew not what the other was,Forever he reached for her,Forever she wanted to feel his touch,Each wanted the other,Yet knew not what the other was. |
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Reply by: Cable at May 29, '20 15:24 | |
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I always say im the best Even when Im the worst
I can always with my best side Make sure to say to all Im the best
Whenever anyone talk to me I always make sure they get to know Im the best
Truly is that Im a weirdo That so many hates til I die
No one knows who this is about Just the autor knows it and having fun with it. |
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Reply by: LonelyWolf at May 29, '20 17:37 | |
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There once was a crew leader named _________l_________ Whose stupid name made everyone wish he would die He took a pro shot But the gun was shit hot And now we’re all stuck with the real __________I_________ |
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Reply by: gestra at May 29, '20 18:02 | |
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Just logged in.. To type this poem.. Now I'm going.. Fin |
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Reply by: Taps-Man at May 29, '20 18:25 | |
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