Newgrounds' Poem Competition...

[Andersson]

Hello fellow Newgrounders and writers!

I am happy to call out a poem competition for all the members of Newgrounds.com. =)

This is the first round. Depending on how many contributors and contributions we will get, we will let a different number of writers pass to the next "round".

The judges are currently only me and possibly another merry gang from the "Writer's Guild ". =)

Rules:

The first theme must be love.

The poem must not exceed the limit of 4´000 characters.
At most, each contributor is allowed to post two poems per round.

I will keep the first round of the competition open till atleast Monday.

So... just start writing.

[TremcladClock]

first post I think, yeah this is like hardcore.

I once was here, but now I'm gone. I left my name, to turn you on. Those who know me, know me well, but those who don't, can go to hell!

ZOMG I win.

[Earfetish]

Love? I've not experienced love. I'll bang something out for shits and giggles.

When you menstruate,
I ejaculate,
My liquid magma erupts
The crimson nectar fills my mind
My heart hammers my ribcage
The climax of all my wet dreams
I want to lick your tampon clean

When you flatulate,
I ejaculate,
The scent of your anus reaches my nostrils
The stench of your farts arouses my penis
My cum splatters in my pants
My soul feels in the right place
When you fart upon my face

These always have small turnouts.

[Raibenshi]

why?
why did you have to leave
why did i have to say goodbye
it really makes me want to heave
and i want you to know why
but you never let me tell you say
you never let me tell you why
why i feel this way
and i dont want you to say not to feel this way
because i will always feel this way

it probaly sucks but i cant tell

[MystWilliams]

Here are my two:

Even After (the periods represent spaces... see links)

If ever I am needed . . . . to tend to the sick
revenge the defeated . . . . in sickness or death
pray by a bedside . . . . return mid-pith
request for a favor . . . . find the bright light
stop the rain and tide . . . . kiss a forehead
consider the plight . . . . change an outcome
catch all the sadness . . . . plague the wicked
or exist by your side . . . . my spirit will arrive
in templar pace haste . . . . to be by your side.

Arms Length But More

“Weeping tree of slender arms,
do you speak the tongue of volume?
For I, a man, have had the length
to reach and touch, but not handle.”

Above the crier, there sings a choir
of twenty or more beaked felons,
and with their song, travels long arms
that swing and sway with Marion.

“I see you there, an arm away.
Why can’t you be my partner?
I sit here dear, awaiting my chance
To reach and steal from under.”

Hold my leave. Not others.

To see the poems the way they are meant to be seen (layout and all)... visit the links below.

Even After
Arms Length But More

[naojason]

Oh sweet, I'll quote my poem "Fuck You"

Enraged and disarrayed,
I tear your clothes apart
and rip your shoulder inside out,
Blood oozes to the sheets, sticking,
Like my tongue sticks to your lips,
Pushing inside while you struggle,
Your fear just turns me on.

You scream and scream,
Blood erupts from your throat,
yet you persist.

Me and you are the only ones that
hear your voice... Let me fix your
ears with my knife... now you can't
hear yourself even breathe.

That look on your face, it makes me happy,
My knife cuts away your clitoris,
While I begin to suck away at the wound.

Then I pull the gun out of my pocket,
And shoot inwards of your womanhood,
By now, what screams you have left are gargled...
while you drown in the red sea that floods you.

Pain and ecstasy make me horny,
I lick my bloodied knife, and cut my tongue,
And then I eat you out...
While I shoot you in the head.

You're dead now, but still I feel love for you,
I insert my penis, and fuck your insides,
Punching at your head and fucking you makes me cum.

[Andersson]

By the way, gumOnShoe has now entered the competition as a judge and I really want to make you aware of that the theme is love , not sex .

And by the way, I do not like that people post with their alt accounts while they are banned penisstar.

[KyleTheMadcap]

Based on a true story : : :
Once apon a time, I was in love.
The chick I liked changed and became a whore, but i still liked her.
It took me forever toget over her but eventually drank myself untill I was happy.

Now, may this be a lesson to other 13-year-olds on the BBS who spam the BBS with "Blah Blah Blah some girl I like hates me Bitch Bitch Bitch"
There is NO such thing as love when you are 13-years-old, because people change by the time you accually can spend the rest of your life with 'em. I learnd this the hard way...
Unless you're a fat-ass, ugly or are an asshole, you eventually will find someone right for you, so stop bitching about it.

[naojason]

At 11/29/05 07:41 PM, Andersson wrote: By the way, gumOnShoe has now entered the competition as a judge and I really want to make you aware of that the theme is love , not sex .

And by the way, I do not like that people post with their alt accounts while they are banned penisstar.

Naojason isn't an alt, fuckhead.

By the way, that poem was about love. It was about passion and caring, despite a loss of sanity.

[Andersson]

At 11/29/05 08:00 PM, naojason wrote: Naojason isn't an alt, fuckhead.

Who said I was talking about the account naojason?

By the way, that poem was about love. It was about passion and caring, despite a loss of sanity.

Hmmm, I did not quote your poem and tell that it was directed to you. It was an ordinary add so contributors would not miss it as some people has already.

[naojason]

At 11/29/05 08:08 PM, Andersson wrote:

At 11/29/05 08:00 PM, naojason wrote: Naojason isn't an alt, fuckhead.

Who said I was talking about the account naojason?

Considering my poem was sexual, and mine was the only sexual poem I noticed, I thought it fair to assume the entire post was directed towards me.

Although I notice that Earfetish posted a very randy one as well now. ;)

By the way, that poem was about love. It was about passion and caring, despite a loss of sanity.

Hmmm, I did not quote your poem and tell that it was directed to you. It was an ordinary add so contributors would not miss it as some people has already.

Ah, okay. lewl.

[naojason]

At 11/29/05 08:08 PM, Andersson wrote: Who said I was talking about the account naojason?

That just leaves the question of whose account you are talking about then. ;)

[Mast3rMind]

Corridors

Walls come bearing down on all souls.
You can’t turn back, your mind is cold.
Are you bold? Don’t break down to what you’re told.
Will you fold? Look ahead and put things on hold.
It’s not hard to get out of here.
Just, clear you mind of this atmosphere.
Is your end near? Please look down upon your fear.
Does this hurt dear? Your problem could freeze beer.
This situation is funny as it is quaint.
Trust me, this isn’t the time or place to be faint.
Will you take your mind’s bait and unleash your hate?
Is it too late? It’s up to you. Just choose your fate.
You’re approaching the end of the last corner.
Were almost there, our patience isn’t getting any older.
It’s almost over. Show courage like a soldier.
Drag your boulder, you may have reached your corridor.
This is what they call a “good” state of mind.
Which is quite easy to leave behind.
What you heard was about fear and emotions.
Human traits aren’t as steady as an ocean.
Conquer your fears, and deal with your issues.
Sometimes you have to things just for you.
Well, I’m finished, and what I had to say is done.
Yet there will be many more messages to come.
Your mind is a hallway. Where do you go?
There are many doors here, but are they for show?
Too much tension as I can sense your woe.
My legs are fast, nut my mind is slow.
I can’t make up mind, there’s too much to explore.
I realize this feeling, I’ve been here before.
This is a feeling that no one can ignore.
Decisions become less difficult as I tread these corridors.

Basic psychology from that poem. This my entry.

[DigDugz]

One time I was on the interweb.
Surfing with my bisexual friend jebb.
When we came upon a site.
It was filled with fleshy delight.
Thats how we discovered porn.
We were fapping til 8 in the morn.
The site had a dirty name.
Something like "mega handjob dame"
We didnt care what it was called.
We fapped til we went bald.
Thats how we discovered porn.
While we were snacking on kettle corn.
Edn

lol i wrote this in like 8 seconds, my meter was all fucked up.

twisting turning envloping me entirely
as I spin towards something I can't see
but I know I want it more than it wants me
but what it wants doesn't matter
what it means is of no force
but it hurts me in the worst
possible way
I can't seem to find my voice
and even if I did

I wouldn't have anything to say

thrusting humping carressing
I know this love is here to stay
right now our love is physical
so lustful so beautiful
but I know, there's more to this
than bedtime play
I love you I need you I can't bare
for this to fade
don't ever leave me
don't ever leave me
don't ever leave me
please stay

[spacecoyote]

Love be a like a grimey thug,
It's never true.

Love push love shoves.
The only true love,
Is love inspired by drugs.

Like a true thug
I wear no love glove
when i slip in my love slug
into the pussy snug.

And I do eat rug,
or lick carpet,
With divine skill,
Like a profit.

My tongue comes like soft hits,
lickin and carressen your pussy slit.
It makes you cum and say:
"Daddy daddy I love it!"

"daddy daddy you rub it so good"
and i'm (like a thug) saying"
"baby baby you knew i would"
"baby baby you know I should"

Cause when i rub it,
down your stomach,
As you cum, i make you love it,
so take your love and FUCKING shove it.

[naojason]

At 11/29/05 08:35 PM, spacecoyote wrote: Like a true thug
I wear no love glove
when i slip in my love slug
into the pussy snug.

Best poem in this thread. This guy wins.

[spacecoyote]

At 11/29/05 08:37 PM, naojason wrote:

At 11/29/05 08:35 PM, spacecoyote wrote: Like a true thug
I wear no love glove
when i slip in my love slug
into the pussy snug.

Best poem in this thread. This guy wins.

i just banged that out now i think i'll call it Love Slug Thug

[Donstong210]

My poem is called Hidden

She was standing in a meadow of lilacs
Under the moon, her hair glistened with a radiance unrivalled
Caressing the lovely goddess was beyond comprehension
Keep my love safe

Midnight meetings gave me reason to live
Your love was all I craved

Cornered into an emotion more real than death
Occuring randomly in pangs of silence
Cards played in the hour of the goddess
Keep my love secret

Hope you like it

[Redder]

I got this song a little while ago.It's awesome.It rhymes,so it's poetry.

He'll Kick Your Ass Without Even Lifting His Foot!

Well there's a girl in trouble
He's there on the double
Ready to save her ass
Just so he can get some ass

Yeah well she was being held jailed
But he assured her she's be bailed
There were five guards to take out
Yeah, he can do it, no doubt

[Chorus x2]
CAUSE HE'S HARD - CORE!
HE'S GOT ASS KICKING MOVES GA - LORE
YES HE'LL KICK YOUR ASS FOR - SURE
HE'S ... Redder44

Yes well in one swift move
They were on the ground
And just to improve
Redder they would surround
He only smirked
As he jumped in the air
I guess the enemies were unaware...

He landed on one guard
Ripped the arms out
Still not even scarred
He beat the others brains out

So after a full five minues of ass kicking
He went over to the girl
They went into a closet
Where he had hawt butt secks with her

And the lights went on
Only to find
It was a guy
("Fuck!")

[ArtemisTheHunter]

Not a love poem:
Love sucks
It's what I hate
What's love
Never Date

Love sucks
That's all I know
Love sucks
Enless she sucks your..."toe"

---Evan "CandyMan" Armagast (thats me)

[Puzzled]

Hmmm can I be a judge? :D.

[BloodredEuphoria]

Love poetry? Well then this'll be a first for me. This is probably horrible.

I Hate You

When I said I hated you
I know I truly meant it
But I was hating not for hate itself
But for being who you are

I can say I hate you
It can be the truth
Every day I loathe you more
Just for being who you are

This hate is for being in my mind
For being the only one I can see
For being more than I can wish for
For being more perfect than anything

I hate you because I love you
And I know that it can never be
I hate you because I love you
And that you can never love me

[Vert]

Concrete feelings

(we)
( ) Look for love
Without cause
( ) Search in vain
Reason lost

( ) Hope is that
It does not die
For this truth is such
( ) Cannot lie

Just a little something I whipped in a spur of the moment.

[BlindPilots]

Don't be bilked by the scammers of romance and mirth,
Love is an intolerable blight on this Earth.
People who claim to have intervention from Cupid
are actually caught in a maelstrom of stupid.
Pairing off in aloof seclusion,
Deluded by love, bullshit, an illusion.
Morons and Romeos acting bizaar,
And women more obnoxious than they allready are.
Dolts chanting mantras of love until dusk
Pain me like ass-rape from an elephant's tusk.
Men yammering out pretentious romantic chants
With no rational but to get in her pants.
Men tolerating women with facadical zest,
Love would be obsolete if 'twas not socially stressed.
For the virtue of love, but a fool would accept.
I cannot stress it enough, love is for the inept.

[Vert]

At 11/29/05 09:16 PM, Vertigo200 wrote: Concrete feelings

(we)
( ) Look for love
Without cause
( ) Search in vain
Reason lost

( ) Hope is that
It does not die
For this truth is such
( ) Cannot lie

Just a little something I whipped in a spur of the moment.

Bloody Newgrounds automatic editing to posts... It took away all my spacing! Now my little poem has become quite pathetic, for the empty space that would convey meaning has become lost.

[BlindPilots]

At 11/29/05 09:19 PM, Vertigo200 wrote:

At 11/29/05 09:16 PM, Vertigo200 wrote: Concrete feelings

Bloody Newgrounds automatic editing to posts... It took away all my spacing! Now my little poem has become quite pathetic, for the empty space that would convey meaning has become lost.

Superfluous spacing is just for grammatically chalenged dolts who can't convey a message without generating a brain tumor.

[StraberryName]

Hello all. I will be another judge in this poetry competition. I feel honored to be in such a position, having been a poet myself for the last several years. If you'd like to read a sample poem, "Your Life" is a good choice.

I wish you all the best of luck!

[Ninja-kitten]

My poem though it may not seem like it is about love, just more so the down side to it and more specificly the aftermath of my first heart break
I sit alone, darkness on my face.

I FADE AWAY

I sit alone, darkness on my face.

Avoiding all collisions with your false embrace

I hide from you, from my past, from my thoughts

If I feel, this will never stop

No more pain I keep it locked away

Watch my blood boil, and my body decay

Im giving in but not giving up

Release me from this torture nothing is ever enough

I can never be whole you made me this way

Take my thoughts and mold me like clay

Ive lost my fight just make me your muse

Take my essence watch my spirit ooze

Im finally broken and with my soul i have paid

Im no longer myself look what youve made

When there is nothing left there is nothing to loose

Lie me here my spirit bruised

Alone and jaded i fade away.....

[TheKizar]

At 11/29/05 09:09 PM, MFProd wrote: Your Thirst

Waiting for spring to come.

Damn i loved that one. It's not that fair though, cuz you practically write poetry as a profession. You've made like over 5k.