Themed Writing Contest #12
Theme: Poem on Inanimate Objects
Shove those Valentine's chocolate away. I present you this semi-fresh contest!
Hate those nasty caramel chocolate you got 50% off? Write a poem.
Tried those nasty Sour watermelon peeps? Start writing a poem!
You like lamps? Well write a poem. Like lint fluffs? Write a poem.
Have a special connection with Angel Soft toilet paper? Write a poem.
Not sponsored by any items above.
Please try to refrain from super sexual experiences. Let's keep it under rated R.
The sky is the Limit!!! 3 lines are minimum for this poem!
So Haikus and other forms of poetry is allowed~
If you have any questions please feel free to PM me~
THANK YOU FOR CLENCHING YOUR BUTTS! GREATLY APPRECIATE!
1. You may vote up to two entries.
2. If you submitted a submission into this contest, you must not vote for yourself. Doing so will disqualify you from the contest. I'll do it >:C
3. Voting ends FRIDAY MARCH 4, 11:59 PM PACIFIC Standard Time (aka NEOPETS TIME)
4. Do not advertise which of the entries are yours. Doing so will disqualify you from the contest.
5. You can discuss the entries here as much as you want as long as you obey the Codex rules
Oh you were there for me, when I wasn't there for myself.
I turned you on, and you kept going.
One, two, three times wasn't enough.
Even from 100 feet away, you had to be on.
I made the exchange, and you instantly got turned off.
You are missed by others because they just don't care.
They knew instantly when they were hit, that it was their fault.
Stupid people, not knowing the fucking rules of the law.
Gray, hollow icon
lays in hiding from our eyes
yet chains us all down
a small ring of fruitless vows
our vain hope for something new
Crusty old gym sock
You make loneliness feel good
Where is my lotion?
Oh, shitty Wi-Fi,
why are you so shitty?
Do you purposely falter
to make a fool out of me?
To all those papers due
at the stroke of midnight,
you were like “NAH, BITCH”
as if to witness me cry.
And to those ferine urges
often unavoidable as of late,
when I must grunt and groan
as you make me suffer in wait.
Why won’t you load Runescape?!
"Three stones, one river.
He flows, they shiver.
His rhythm leaves them blushing and brushing.
The tide, once familiar, now cold and crushing.
Three stones, alone once again."