The English Poetry Contest - June - Done

child of the other side · Geplaatst: Di Jun 05, 2007 17:04

Welcome to a brand-new HPF challenge; the English Poetry Contest.
Since a few weeks the poem-topic is rather popular so Sweet Hermione and I decided that it would be nice if we could do something with all this enthusiasm. As a result, we are going to organize a monthly contest.

The idea is very simple. We decide the subject, you write the poem. (And of course, weâ€™ll try to make an entry as well.) This can be anything thatâ€™s inspiring; another poem, a lyric, a title, a picture, a word, etc. Weâ€™ll try to vary the subject as much as possible.

Every participant has to maintain the following rules

About the voting

Well, those were the rules and now the most important part; PRIZES!

1st place - 40 sickles
2nd place - 30 sickles
3rd place - 20 sickles

No one can win the first price more than 3 times in a row. If so, SH and I will decide what to do. I hope you all understand why we do this.

Now, the subject of the first contest will be the word Mirrordreams (a book written by Catherine Webb.) The task is very simple; you can use this word as a title, place it somewhere in your poem or just illustrate what it means to you. Maybe it gives you special emotions, recalls memories, etc. Just do something with the word.
Please post your poem between the 6th and the 22th of June
And you can vote between the 23th and 30th of June.

We wish everybody good luck and lots of fun. If you have any suggestions, tips, notes or ideas; feel free to use the lovely pb-button, itâ€™s begging to be pushed.

Charlotte (Sweet Hermione) and Marlie (Cotos)

Josse · Geplaatst: Di Jun 05, 2007 18:11

So I will be the first to enter. I don't know the book (I guesed it is a book) Mirrordreams and I intentionally didn't look it up.
I immediately had inspiration when I read the word, so I started writing and this is what came out of it. It is about me, and about what has changed me.

Mirrordreams

I canâ€™t help it, that my thoughts return to you
That every time I see you, I have to turn and look

The memories, of you and me, of us
I see reflected in your eyes, the one I love
The fear, of you and me, of us
It hurts me so much not to be the one that helps you

My mind will always love, and never forget you
But in my heart it is cold, I canâ€™t let you in

Just the idea that because of me, you will get hurt
Doesnâ€™t keep me from loving you
It is the fear, my fear, I wonâ€™t be able to change
That I will hurt you again

**Smalofski** · Geplaatst: Wo Jun 06, 2007 8:40

I think itâ€™s a great title of a book or a poem. It really speaks to the imagination. The first thing that I thought of, was a mental image of a woman and a men, sleeping in a bed next to each other, and they had those little thinking-balloons they use in cartoons over their heads. And it was like there was a mirror in between them. The dream of the woman was exactly the same as the dream of the man, only mirrored. Mirrordreamsâ€¦
Itâ€™s kind of short, but I liked it ^^

Mirrordreams

What is love?
Because I think I knowâ€¦
Itâ€™s not the sweet words at night,
That makes you sleep so much better.
Itâ€™s not the crazy fluttering of the butterflies,
That almost keeps you from eating.
Itâ€™s not the sneaky kissing in public
That makes the old people blush,
And the young people smileâ€¦
It is the knowledge,
The really knowing for sure,
That heâ€™s dreaming the same as you.
And you know you donâ€™t have to tell him,
How to keep you happy.
For his dreams are the same as yoursâ€¦
Mirrordreams.

T O N K S · Geplaatst: Wo Jun 06, 2007 10:06

When I read the subject 'mirrordreams', I thought straight away of someone looking in a mirror and seeing their true reflection or fear or something like that. I used the word mirrordreams in the last sentence of the poem and my poem is about the interpretation of the word itself. I also named my poem mirrordreams.

So it's basically describing what someone feels when he/she is bullied; in the beginning you're usually happy and then suddenly people come and walk all over you. And then later you feel as if what they say might really be true and you're not sure how to see yourself anymore, so you live in some kind of an illusion. And this can be applied over and over again. Day in, day out you try to face them with pride and bravery, but it only results in them overmastering you again.

Mirrordreams

As turning fast to face the mirror,
Deep shock goes down the spinal cord.
All faces stare in smothered silence,
Prepared to face the prideful lord.

How masks start laughing mockingly,
Why time and speed are both erased.
When light and night reflect both sides,
What turned the world around two-faced.

A fall and crash of realisation,
The hypnotising of own mind.
An erratic flashed hallucination,
The mirrordreams had kept in hide.

Smoky · Geplaatst: Wo Jun 06, 2007 19:26

Love the idea of this contest! It's great!

I interpretated Mirror dreams like something vague that you can see in many forms.
In my poem it is a mixture of thoughts.
Schoolâ€™s a lot of stress right now, so there are a lot of thoughts floating through my mind.
Thatâ€™s kind of what this poem is about. Itâ€™s a reflection [mirror] of my thoughts and dreams.

Mirror dreams

Motions of sound.
magical mix.
Ripped pieces of paper,
that I try to fix.

I killed my peace,
strangled my mind.
Feeling confused,
let it unwind.

Stabbed my inner thoughts,
sharpened my knife.
The mirror dreams,
of my messed up life.

Lady_Radcliffe · Geplaatst: Wo Jun 06, 2007 19:40

Daydream

I see you,
In black and white,
I feel you,
In black and white

Your my everything
You make me smile
your my everything
and even make me cry

The way we are,
Connects us
The way we are,
feeds me

So come and find me
Take me there
Come and find me
Let's share our Mirrordreams

When I tought of the word Mirrordreams, it immediatly made me think of a soulmate. A person who you can, love, can trust. The one person who could make you feel the most important. That mirrordreams to me.

Mariky · Geplaatst: Wo Jun 06, 2007 19:42

Mirrordreams. Hmm, I don't exactly know what it means in my poem, but I tried something. It's a poem about somebody (it can be myself). When she looks in the mirror she sees herself as a little child. I used the word Mirrordreams as a title.

Mirrordreams

Face to face
In the mirror I see a little girl
Brown hair, big blue eyes and a sweet face.
The past

Face to face
Many thoughts in my head
I don't know..
Who it is

Face to face
Big blue eyes that stare at me
I don't know..
Why I recognize her

Sofie · Geplaatst: Wo Jun 06, 2007 20:22

Hello my cuddles! At first (lol, I always have to type a whole thing before I post the real thing, sorry for that): The poem chall is a great idea & I love to see the number of people who already posted their entries. They're all lovely, dearies (couldn't resist..)! Oh and a big thank you & a 'well done' to Charlotte & Marlie: Love the subject 'Mirrordreams' and it prevents people from stealing poems of the internet and pretending they made it theirselves! Great! :D

Now about mine: When I read the word, I was like 'Okay, you dream about looking like somebody else when you're looking in the mirror', because the looks are so important to people these days. But, differently of pretty much all my other poems: it's positive! Yayz!

Hope you guys like it! (:

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In the mirror, I see the girl Iâ€™d like to be
the long-haired, most wanted, endlessly loved me.
Sheâ€™s smiling at me with a perfect set of teeth,
doesnâ€™t she look ever so sweet?

I take a step forward and so does she
then I lean over and she reaches me.
Our fingertips become one and we do too
Iâ€™m longing to say how much I look up to you

In the mirror, I see the girl Iâ€™d like to be
the good-looking, never hated, passionately adored me.
And somehow I donâ€™t seem to realize
that that girl in that room..

is me.

Darren · Geplaatst: Zo Jun 10, 2007 11:44

Mirrordream. It's a strange word. At first I didn't really know what to think about it. The word 'mirror' made me think of something fake. When you look in the mirror you can see yourself, but it's not the real person you see. It's only the outside, only a reflection. [/Vague ^^']
Anyways, Mirrordream. In my poem it means something like a fake life. Pretending to be happy towards others, but trying to fight their way through the pain when they are alone.
I think Mirrordream is a beautiful word; for everyone it has another meaning.
Enjoy the poem!

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Mirror Dream

The doorbell rings, but I just pretend that I donâ€™t hear,
â€˜Cause what Iâ€™m going to see, is everything I fear.
The melody repeats itself, I grit my teeth,
I know you are waiting, just donâ€™t want to believe.

The sound stops, the silence is breaking my heart,
I remember us trying, but we still fell apart.
We were living a mirror dream, living a lie,
I wanted to help you, I still donâ€™t know why.

Iâ€™m staring out of the window, remember your pain,
Torturing thoughts of the sleepless nights, are driving me insane.
Raindrops out of the sky, like your tears on my skin,
I try to ignore your silent screams, but itâ€™s breaking me within.

You were helplessly yelling, begging for a hand,
No-one could hear you, â€˜cause no-one seemed to understand.
Hysterically crying, trying to cut the pain away,
Suicidal, hurting emptiness; the same feelings every day.

My heart aches, I feel your sorrow,
I am who you are, you make me feel hollow.
Wish I could deny it, from all the people in the crowd,
I am the only person that heard you screaming, I am your only way out.

I stand up and walk to the door, silently I open the gate,
I notice your wrists are bleeding, but I know youâ€™re not afraid.
I fall to the floor and start begging you to stay,
You crawl up to me, whispering itâ€™s okay.

I put my arms around you, while I painfully scream,
Ready to fade away,
In another mirror dream.

child of the other side · Geplaatst: Zo Jun 10, 2007 15:13

Before I post my poem I have a short message for every participant/voter; there are some additions in the â€˜how to voteâ€™ rules.
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Mirrordreams. The word makes me think of false reflections, pretending, living in fake worlds; you get what you deserve, not what you expect.
You receive what you give though a lot of folks donâ€™t think so. Until it occurs. Thatâ€™s what happens with the you-person in this poem.

Tears of pink

In the deep depths of the sea
Green clouds forming a brace
Smiles a girl with carved eyes
Blood plastered on her face

Given notice of a spell
Though the fingers wonâ€™t entwine
Black riddles stay unspoken
Your words hurt more than mine

Crystals fallen out of the sky
Tracing paths on our ground
A bird dropped the letter long ago
Back to the origins of sound

Kiss the butt of my religion
Crush the mirrors of your fate
Red and pink are not forgiving
Killing now is not too late

Little girls smile in last despair
Yet the candle is blown out
Iron darts have found some patches
Attacking harder than your shout

When love is making false appearances
And lies seem to be true
Then kiss my red contains for ever
Only the blackness belongs to you

Krijt · 1e jaars Verdiend: 103 Sikkels Woonplaats: Leeuwarden

Hello peoples!

I was thinking maybe I could enter here too, but mirrordreams isn't very easy to make a poem about. It's a vague word, but I tried my best nevertheless.
It's a conversation between two people, talking about a man who wakes up, but still dreams, every morning. And everytime he looks into the mirror, he sees something else than it should show.
Enjoy.

Did he wake up this morning?
Did he escape from his dreams?
Did he look into the mirror?
He shouldn't, obvious it seems

Mirrordreams
A look in it is all it takes
Mirrordreams
The image stays with him
untill he wakes

Yes, he woke up this morning
But he never escaped from his dream
'Cause he looked into the mirror
And the guy he saw ain't him

The mirror shows not what we see
It's exactly opposite from that
Now we've got a dream on the loose
Maybe he should've stayed in bed

Mirrordreams
A look in it is all it takes
Mirrordreams
The image stays with him
untill he wakes

Remus · 7e jaars Verdiend: 0 Sikkels Woonplaats: Vampire Mountain

I really like the theme - as soon as I saw the word, I had inspiration. You can also do a lot with it. Smile

But about my poem... it's about a person who has to watch one of his (or her) loved ones (a friend, a family member, a lover) turn crazy. I don't have anything else to say about it.

On the Verge of Insanity

I suddenly hear sobs in the middle of night
Alarmed I get up and open the door of your room
And as soon as I turn on the lights,
I see you crying, curled up on the bed.

Youâ€™ve been thrown in the pits of hell
And as I see your haunted face, I wonder
To which places do you dwell
Within the cloudy depths of your mind?

I feel like Iâ€™m going insane now too,
Feeling compelled to protect you, it seems
So without being able to do anything
I will continue watching you live in your mirror dreams.

melanietjah · Dreuzel Verdiend: 78 Sikkels Woonplaats: harderwijk

When I saw this poetry contest, i became very exciting.
Mirrordreams is a great title and has different meanings for me.
When i read this word i was thinking of a girl with a terrible live behind her.
Mirrordreams makes me think that something is fake! I hope this is a little bit understanding! More i don't now to say about this!
kisses, Melanietjah

The Mirrordreams

Everytime I look in the mirror, I feel bad.
Trying to ignore the fake smile what covers my pale face.
The mirror makes me travel back in time, times of darkness and pain.
I am trying to ignore it, but everytime I see myself I feel the pain again.

It makes me sad, and angry.
Over and over again I see my lost family, when I see my blue eyes.
Maybe I look happy from the outside, but from the inside I feel like garbage.
It is al fake, I pretend to be happy but i'm broken.
People are thinking I feel good and i'm happy, but that's just the outside.

Mirrors are just a big lie, they only show the outside even when you feel bad.
Everyday I have to hold myself in, not to break the mirror into pieces.
Tears are falling everytime I look to the glass, again my faces is covered in dark mascara.
Always I'm am trying not to look in the mirror, but my legs are begging me to go.
My mind is driving me crazy, everyday he brings me to the mirror.
I can't control it, it's feeling like a drug.
I hope this feeling goes away, and i feel normal again.

Harry, Ron & Hermione · Geplaatst: Wo Jun 13, 2007 18:20

A nice initiative!

My view upon the word: mirrordreams is as followed. My first thought once I read the word was: a delusion you're holding in front of you. That's where I based my poem onto.

Mirror dreams

One quick flash, one reflection
Reminds me of it once again
Haunting after my own thoughts
Keeping me off road for times

It's so ironic, mirror dreams
Desilluting and misleading you
Once you bump into one of them
It's hard to keep things apart

You're living your life in 2 ways
It's possible that they collapse
Once it seduces you, you're sold
Going back to where you were

Living your life in a mirror dream
Seeing the things as self delusion
Yet, you want them to be true for real
Mirror dreams, to escape the truth

Avada Kedavra · Dreuzel Verdiend: 33 Sikkels Woonplaats: Euh... Thuis?

Mirrordreams... Beautiful word. Makes me think of missed chances, things you wanted to be or have...

My poem is about a boy who misses a girl so badly, he sees her everywhere and feels like he can't ever possibly forget her.

So here we go =)

In the mirror I don't see my own face but yours.
My mind is a million miles away.
And the moment i got separated from you
Seems only yesterday.

I rember your face so surprisingly clearly.
I remember the sun, the beach, even the ice cream.
For a moment it's like I can grab you, touch you.
But you're just a mirrordream.

Well perhaps there was nothing between us,
And I know it's been quite a while ago.
There are plenty of other girls around,
But I can't forget, I can't let go.

God, please, let me turn back time.
Because senseless as it may seem,
I've got your number, but I doubt whether I should call.
Since today you're just a mirrordream.