Contest Poem In Your Pocket Day Poetry Contest!

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Ooo I want to enter. Here's my Mario poem:

He's red
he's nice
and he eats mushrooms
just like
everyday
who is it
IT'S MARIO alright
He can take on
Koopas
Goombas
Boos
and even
Podoboos
so you better
watch out
he has the red flare
you would be scared
if he stares at your soul
MAR IO is COMING
TO THE
MUSHROOM KINGDOM
He's always nice
but doesn't play right
he knows what to do
when he's up to the time
he likes to shine
and he likes to line
up all of the friendly toads
into little froads
He's like Luig
Not like Waluigi
His rival is Wario
Which is not like Mario
If he's greedy
then he is deedy
This is why MAR IO IS COMING
TO THE
MUSHROOM KINGDOM. :D I hope you like it. It's a combination of some songs in poetry form.

I dont write poems. I wouldnt even dare. T he reason iI wont is that nobody cares. The last time tried was for someone i loved but now it feels as though i was shoved. Falling forever in my pit of dispare. When i tried to reach out nobody would care. That was than but this is now. I just dont know why or how. How did my heart get fixed so easily? And why does she even love me? I wish shed let me know. Maybe than our love could grow.

If it isnt too late or inappropriate this is my wreck of a poem.

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  • #82
I'll be entering, and my poem is:

"Why we refer to the sea as a woman."
By: Juan Pablo "Pichi" Bezaury Pérez
"I think that the sea is like a woman because,
She has the protective instinct that a mother has.
Some days she is in a good mood,
Some others she just isn't.
She is as beautiful and respectable as women,
But also as dangerous as they are.
And she is as full of life as a woman is."
 
  • #83
I'll be entering, and my poem is:

"Why we refer to the sea as a woman."
By: Juan Pablo "Pichi" Bezaury Pérez
"I think that the sea is like a woman because,
She has the protective instinct that a mother has.
Some days she is in a good mood,
Some others she just isn't.
She is as beautiful and respectable as women,
But also as dangerous as they are.
And she is as full of life as a woman is."
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  • #84
Back when I lived in Kanto, I had this one neighbour who'd sing songs near the Nugget Bridge. I can still remember this one, for he always sang it when the kids had already gone to bed. It was like an established tradition that it was his last song of the evening. I was around a year of eight when I first heard it, after I begged my mom to let me stay up for it even if only once. It made an impression to say the least!
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The wings of the Black Charizard, to be risen up high,
The Pidgey underneath, still struggling to Fly.
And through the Silver Wind, it was foretold,
Or so it goes, our Prophecy of Old,

It wasn't much of a spectacular night,
When from the woods came a startling find.
For a Pokémon who had used its Future Sight,
Had left a devastating Prophecy behind.

"When the moon in the skies rises red,
And The Fear is demanding to be fed,
The Dragonite tamer is vital for your fate,
You must find him before it's too late.

For the Dragonite tamer will surely die,
Unless the wings of the Black Charizard rise up high."
The Elders all panicked, exclaiming in their fear.
"There hasn't been a Black Charizard in nigh 1000 years!"

"Halt," said one, voice steady as Steel,
There's more to the Prophecy, that I feel,
But the Elders of him, did not approve,
They knew Hope, as it were, is a Double-Edge move.

"Still," The voice said: "Don't you haste,
For we have no time on fear to waste.
Give me the Prophecy for once to read,
Maybe I'll find the knowledge we need."

The Elders relented, their heads cast below,
They thought they knew everything there is to know.
But, lo and behold, the stranger's voice,
Said: "We all still have a choice."

"The part about the Charizard is very vague,
And though I may not be a Sage,
I think I have a plan!"
And as soon as he finished speaking, the beginning stages began.

To make a huge kite, all would hold and bewonder.
And all would help, even those of yonder,
Together they'd work, sewing all of the cloth,
Fearing they'd see the day it would all be for naught.

Still all the villagers helped, lending cloth and services,
And the further they got, it lessened their nervousness.
The day of the festival soon draw near,
For they wanted everyone to forget that fear.

The festival was great, people from everywhere coming to feast,
In that aspect, it was a success, to say the least.
But when the Dragonite tamer still hadn't showed up,
The Elders felt their stomachs starting to drop.

But then, deep in the night, when everyone gathered 'round the fire,
One person started a beautiful dance around the pyre.
He drew a lot of attention, with his clothes and ways,
And all of the villagers couldn't help but gaze.

When he finished the dance, he blew on his flute,
And a Dragonite came then, and the person he did salute.
He climbed on top, wanting to go,
When out of the crowd came a resounding: "No!"

"Please, I don't know how much you know of this place,
But sometimes we get Prophecies through strange ways.
One of them foretold your visit, and before you frown,
It's foretold we need your help if we want to save our town."

The Dragonite tamer, climbing off of his friend,
He spoke: "Of course I would like to help a hand.
But what must I do to help you from this fate?
Tell me, man, we must hurry before it's too late."

The villagers all fell silent, no one having thought of this,
They didn't really know what would go amiss.
The Dragonite tamer picked up on their hesitance,
And then spoke, looking up to the moon with a glance.

"When the moon rises Red,
A town will be filled with dread.
Of your arrival they've been foretold,
They knew it through a Prophecy of old.

But what they don't know is, though it isn't false.
It will only come true if you don't heed their calls.
A great feast in your honour they will throw.
And when you arrive there you will know."

The Elders all gasped, and stared up at the moon,
And though it was red, they knew that it'd soon.
Turn back to yellow, its colour fading off.
And they knew they had done enough.

The fear that'd they'd worn like a cloak,
Now fell off, the weightlessness of it to provoke.
Laughter so deep it echoed throughout the lands,
Of the village that once thought they'd get no second chance.

About the moral of this song, you may wonder.
I'll not let you worry any longer.
Just as Hope can be a Double-Edged move,
So can fear be Self-destructing, let this be proof.
 
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Entries are now closed. All players who said they were going to enter but didn't post anything will be disqualified.
For all of you who did enter I will make a thread announcing the winners in at max a week. Please keep an eye out for that.
So that it's easier for me to find your poems I would appreciate it if everyone was to delete any posts they made that don't have their poem in it.
For those who made multiple poems please tell me the one you want to enter. If you do not I will automatically go with your first poem.
@Marc @Mikaya @rawrrie please lock this thread so I don't have to worry about more messages/ late entries
 
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