The Third Writers' Study Occasional Voting Thread

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The Writers' Study Occasional Competition


This is the voting thread for the Third Writers' Study Occasional Competition!


Our third Occasional Competition is:

Poetry-Night


First page of Beowulf in Cotton Vitellius A. - provided by Kip Wheeler's homepage at Carson-Newman College

Voting

You have ONE vote.

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Submissions

Submission 1

The shivering traveller endures


the cold blizzard


upon the Red Dragon's Mountain

Submission 2

Hopelessness

She begs, she pleads
But no ears listen.
They look down from above,
Like some sort of alien tribunal.

They turn their spotlight on her,
Illuminating her in the pit of black.
Wild fear creeps across her small dark eyes,
As she braces for their attack.

There's no use being honest with them,
To have your truth turned to lies.
I hear the desperation rise in her voice,
As the tears fill her eyes.

Once they have you labeled, you'll always be wrong;
There's no use in fighting it.
Coerced to come by threats and fear,
There's no salvation to be found here.

And as her soft voice begins to crack,
She knows there is no turning back.
Because opening up, telling your life,
Leads only to more anguish and strife.

And that's how it goes for that pretty girl in psych,
Her begging and pleading for help turns to more harm.
The alien judges with their grotesque green skin,
bulging black eyes and terrifying height,
Reach down from their thrones and inject another needle in her arm.

Submission 3

A New Beginning

On a hill, sheer and tall, lonesome I stood,
for countless years I dwelled as such,
far beyond the world that lives.

Among the clouds and stars I remained,
musing about dreams far away,
losing myself in the blackened sky.

From the hill I came rolling down,
like showers that summer storms bring,
leaving behind fear and pride.

In the valley the journey begins.

Good luck to everyone!

[Kilo11]

Those are good! Seriously, that is my main thought on finishing the reads. Those are just plain good!

Well done, you three, and no matter who wins, you have all done marvelously. Poetry is a rather rare thing on this site, but it is lovely to see it done, and to see it done so well. Thank you lads and lasses for the feelings and the stories!

[Alwyn]

I like all of them! Voted, good luck all!

[King Athelstan]

Help. These are way too good, I had to spend a good few minutes debating which one to go for in the end. Whichever comes out on top will be a worthy winner, though all the poets here should be proud.