WINNER UPDATE: The winner of our 9th writing challenge is Chaosmancer. Congratulations on a poem well done. You have won a 2 month PRO membership and 50 W-N points. Enjoy and keep on writing!
Hello writers,
Our 9th writing challenge has been judged--Now it's your turn to vote! We selected our top 10 favorites and narrowed it down to 5 finalists and 5 honorable mentions. Please read the finalist poems and vote for your favorite using the poll above. Didn't make the cut? No problem, we have many more challenges on the way!
The Finalists Were Asked to:write a poem, in 12 lines or less, in any style or genre on the subject of:
FearYou must also include the following words at some point in your poem:
Trust, Voice, PiecesView Challenge PageHonorable Mentions:JohnnyAza
HPGreg
SomeWords
Shakespril
AStoryteller
The Finalists:ChaosmancerIn the darkness it hides
skittering between the shadows
watching you with baleful eyes
It is a terrible foe
that whispers to you
in voices that you trust most
It winds its way though you
growing in the deepest corners
shadowing your every move
It tears you apart
divides your soul
and devours all the pieces
IciniaMy heart bleeds
for you
My arms ache
for you
My soul weeps
for you
Fear not, my friend
Place your trust in me
Close your eyes...
Listen to my voice
Together
we will pick up the pieces of your life
RenegadeRaineIt starts out subtle,
A soft inner voice,
Suggesting the pieces don’t quite fit.
It then begins to grow,
Whispers becoming roars,
Demanding you relinquish control to it.
Rational thoughts flee,
A seed of confusion planted,
It will rule you if you permit.
A parasite of mistrust,
That latches on,
Will you fight, or will you submit?
DansOnlyAnd it starts with a sound
Eyes go wide with an endless stare
Trying to trust in what I hear
Nothing but silence
Yet unable to deny it was there
Then comes the Voice
And I fall to pieces
The trembling begins
A moanful whine escapes from within
Eyes squeeze shut tight as tears fall
Curling up into a tiny little ball
Trying to hide away from it all
SkimMilkyGuilty of treason,
watching the pieces
coalesce into reason.
Starving for safety,
It taps on the door
With vengeance and glee.
The saint and the whore.
Woe is me...
...as She whispers sweetly...
"...trust what your eyes see."
The taste of her voice
has left me no choice.