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2 deviants said Seasons of the HeartWinter wind reaches, fingers fleeting,
Thunder storms and rain drops streaming.
Winter strangled hearts, cold seeping.
Moments fleeting, moments fleeting.
Spring flowers blooming, soft breeze blows,
Water's sweet kisses; dew-grass glows.
Hearts healing as shy sun beams flow.
We can all grow, we can all grow.
The sun's light grows with strength and flair,
Blinding, warming all in its glare.
Passionate hearts walking on air.
No time to care, no time to care.
Red leaves falling drift, slowing time,
Soft sun is setting, finishing its clime.
Love's heat lingers, withstanding time.
Sweet hearts still chime, sweet hearts still chime.
by xxEmi-AnGeL-chanxx
2 deviants said The Death of SpringShe watched her dreams go down the drain,
Her shoulders could not hold the strain.
They are now gone, the tears that stain,
Lost in the rain, lost in the rain.
Her love, a small withering bud,
Picked, plucked, stomped, and drug through the mud,
was lost in the turbulent flood,
Rivers of blood, rivers of blood.
Pruned was her fate, a snipped gold string,
On her hand sat a cold, gold ring,
And now the birds, woefully, sing,
“The Death of Spring, the Death of Spring!”
by Dream-Catcher76
1 deviant said Toilet Paper and Flu SeasonToilet Paper and Flu Season
“The toilet paper is a lie,”
Say tissues floating from on high.
Now is the time to say goodbye;
It’s time to die, it’s time to die.
Let’s blow your nose in dead of night
While angels watch your snotty plight.
The PC screen gives eerie light;
So fight the fight, so fight the fight.
You stay up late within your room
While tissues prophesy your doom
And the damned flu fills you with gloom;
There is no boom, there is no boom.
So now you lay you down to sleep,
You’re coughing hard and sniffing deep.
Head clouded as to sleep you creep;
Wake to the beep, wake to the beep.
by MagicalJoey
1 deviant said Ann-ClaireHello there, Mrs.Thompson, say
May Ann-Claire please come out today?
It is a sunny day today,
We want to play, we want to play!
What do you mean, she is not there?
Where did she go then, tell me, where?
What do you mean by "I don't care!"?
Where is Ann-Claire, where is Ann-Claire?
Guys, Look! Up there, the window, d'ya see?
Ann-Claire's here, she just waved at me!
Now help me climbing up that tree!
Let's help her flee, let's help her flee!
Distract her mum, who's the bad guy!
Ann-Claire, come with us, don't be shy!
Wait, how did you get that black eye?
And please don't lie, and please don't lie!
Oh shit, your mum's coming, time's scant
Please hurry and let's go to my aunt!
Stop saying, claiming that you can't,
Just let her rant, just let her rant!
Boy, that was close, how did it go?
What's going on there, let us know!
Why did she stay? Was she too slow?
Ann-Claire said no, Ann Claire said no...
by Diluculi

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Forms Challenge Voting - October Contest

Journal Entry: Thu Aug 28, 2014, 8:48 AM

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31. Flower

You, my love, are like a flower:
Delicate petals in heavy gale
Facing shower after shower
Of icy rain, snow and hail.

Delicate petals in heavy gale
Caught in winter's deadly cling
Of icy rain, snow and hail
Still you'll bloom in spring again.

Caught in winter's deadly cling
Facing shower after shower
Still you'll bloom in spring again:
You, my love, are like a flower.

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:new: It is now time to vote for your favourite entry into the forms challenge. The poll is up and you have until the 30th to vote. :)

October being the month of horror we plan to host a contest here at My-Soul-Bleeds-Ink with horror being the main theme. This will be a prompt-based contest and a journal with the prompts will be posted with the official contest announcement.

Being a contest we need judges and prizes.

I am looking for two judges, who may enter but may not win. If you can judge please send an aptly titled note to MagicalJoey .
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From Shadow Poetry – Poetry Types – Monotetra;…  
Also Poetic Form: Monotetra | ;…  

:bulletred: The monotetra is a new poetic form developed by Michael Walker.
:bulletorange: Each stanza contains four lines (quatrain) in monorhyme.
:bulletyellow: Each line is in tetrameter (four metrical feet) for a total of eight syllables per line.
:bulletgreen: What makes the monotetra so powerful as a poetic form, is that the last line contains two metrical feet. The final line of each stanza repeats the same four syllables
:bulletblue: It can have as few as one or two stanzas, or as many as desired.
:bulletpink: This poem can be as short as one quatrain and as long as a poet wishes.

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From Shadow Poetry – Poetry Types – Monotetra;…  

Paper Dreams

Her childhood was a world, it seems,
Of paper dolls and paper dreams,
Of blackest night and midnight screams,
And tear's hot streams, and tear's hot streams.

She met him on the Internet,
He slowly gained her trust, and yet,
Past memories were still a threat.
Could she forget? Could she forget?

His words of love stirred feelings deep,
Feelings that long had been asleep,
And love did sweep her off her feet,
No more to weep, no more to weep.

Then one day words were said that he
Misunderstood, he would not see;
Once more she was a refugee
Of love’s debris, of love’s debris.

For, “I can’t love you now,” he spoke,
And with those words her heart he broke,
Her paper dreams, love’s cruelest joke,
Went up in smoke, went up in smoke.

Now all that’s left are black moonbeams,
The ashes of her paper dreams,
And tears that flow in bloody streams,
And silent screams, and silent screams.

Copyright © 2003 Linda Newman

The Surface of the Sun

The scorching, jumping, warming light
The star with mercy bestows might
It sheds the snow to our delight
And soothes our plight, and soothes our plight.

Be brave and face the coming cold
For longer will our strength withhold
Despair in lieu of summer's gold
For joys untold, for joys untold.

And in our hearts, there lives the sun
And on our skin, the light beams run
The surface of our warmth is won
By faith we've spun, by faith we've spun
© by Lacklusterious

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The featured works are:
The Storm AwakesIncendiary arcs illuminate the dark folds
Of the ominous and brooding clouds
Which have blotted out the Sun.
Sheets of rain fall, like so many shards of broken glass.
The wind tears at the sea, rips the branches
From the shattered trees
The hair on one's arms and neck is raised;
Stands at attention - a sense of danger pervades.
Thunder roars across the landscape
And one must suppress the urge to run for shelter.
The ground shakes as the energy discharges
Instinct takes over, and one finds oneself inside - safe.
The windows rattle in their frames
And the storm has come to bear.
ExistenceDeprived of one's senses,
In the dark,
No movement, nor wind,
Nor smell, nor taste.
Perception aborted.
Reaching out, finding nothing.
Is it not a terror beyond reckoning?
A sense of reason is useless
- Even, perhaps, cruel -
In the absence of the senses.
(Could emotion even exist?)
Even pain, feared as it is
Is infinitely preferable
To the void of unfeeling darkness
That barren Existence.

Lonely HeartWhen you're alone.
No one to talk too.
No one to tell you
what you need to hear.
No one to stop you from going back,
to thinking about the most important things,
Your fears; your most profound and powerful emotions;
your hopes and dreams.
You lose yourself.
And there's no one to find you.
No one.
No one at all.
What do you do?
Candles in the Night SkyFlames alight in the endless dark,
Fireflies a-buzzing in their dance,
A whisper carried on the subtle breeze...
"Take the chance."
The sky is torn asunder,
Lightning, cloud, and deafening thunder,
A shout rings through the strife,
"It is time to live your life!"
Rain assaults the fragile Earth,
One small life begins to ponder,
A Dreamer's voice, filled with mirth,
"Life is full of wonder!"
The Sun drifts away, begins to slowly set,
Clouds disperse and float on languid winds,
A meek man speaks his cacophonous mind,
"Humanity's potential, never to be met!"
The Candles in the Night Sky
Have all gone away now
Their bodies cold where they lie
We grieve for the loss of beauty.
For we will cry, together, aloud:
"We will die
For lack of Unity."

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Name of Image Five MinutesFive Minutes
“Five more minutes,” I would have said.
“Give me five more minutes with him.”
I never got my five minutes;
You died while I slept,
Seeping from me like
A pus-infected wound leaks nastiness.
Only you were goodness
And light
And my love.
What would I have told you
Should those five minutes be a reality?
Would I have told you
You were loved,
As I have done since then.
Would I have told you
You were precious,
As I have done since then.
Would I have told you
You were a miracle,
As I have done since then.
I have come to realize that,
With you,
My five minutes would not have mattered…
I have had more than five minutes every day
In every way that I remember you.
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Name of Image If I had 5 more minutesIf I had 5 more minutes,
They wouldn't be enough
To tell you just how much
I love you.
If I had 5 more minutes,
Would they be enough
To tell you just how much
I need you?
If I had 5 more minutes,
Before you were too sick,
Before they were to much,
I'd be with you.
If I had 5 more minutes
To spend with you,
You would make me laugh
Like you used to.
If I had 5 more minutes
To stay at your bedside,
They would be too much
To endure.
If I had 5 more minutes
With the sick man instead
Of who you used to be,
I would cry.
If I had 5 more minutes,
They wouldn't be enough,
They would be too much.
But I want them.
If I had 5 more minutes
Back when I last saw you
Nothing would be different,
I'd waste them.
But if I could have 5 minutes
With you right here and now,
Maybe then I could finally bid
Farewell to you.
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Name of Image Five MinutesHe said he would give me
five minutes
to say my peace.
I practiced
trying not to cry.
I was ready to say,
"I love you.
You are wonderful.
I think about you every day.
You make me so happy.
I want to be with you."
I had already said
all of that
in online notes
to him
over almost two years.
I really wanted to say,
"Why didn't you think
enough of me
to tell me why
you disappeared?
Why did you keep
in touch with me
by sending
one sentence messages
every holiday,
and never replying?
What is wrong with you?!"
It doesn't matter anyway.
He never showed up.
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Name of Image Your Lost Lover  Good morning lover,
  I know you an I are far,
  But distant sents
  Wake me from deep slumber.
  Goodbye lover,
  You must leave
  My hollow grasp,
  And find your own way;
  Without me.
  Goodnight lover,
  I whisper silently
  To myself on lonesome nights,
  I've sent you away
  And I regret it.
  Until next we meet
  You shall live in my memories
  And there we can be happy.
  I say this as I fall
  once more...
     Yours truly,
           Your Lost Lover
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free-your-soul Featured By Owner Dec 5, 2013
how are you all doing? wow, its been a long since ive last been here, ive been so busy.
I just wanted to say hey, and Im just passing by cause today, as you might all know, Nelson Mandela died..and I remember that my very first piece of writing was about him, in 2010, and I came here to read it again today, and I found a comment from MagicalJoey explaining me the difference between poetry and prose..I guess the first things I learnt about literature were here... and I loved to participate in all these contests and things..but now I dont have so much time.. so much has changed since i created my account, including the way i write. but well they were my beginnings, still improving my english though! hope you remember me. 
well i hope yall doing fine
ill try to pass by more often
MagicalJoey Featured By Owner Dec 6, 2013   Writer
Nice to see you are still around. Hope that you are well and, yes, it is sad the Nelson Mandela died as he was an iconic figure.
prettyflour Featured By Owner Nov 4, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Hey there!

Prettyflour here on behalf of :iconpoets-and-warriors:

We are having a contest and are reaching out to our affiliates in hopes that you can help us with contest prizes. We were wondering if you'd be interested/willing to do a feature for the winners?

You can find the details of our contest here:  poets-and-warriors.deviantart.…

We can us all the help we can get!  Anything you could do would be greatly appreciated!
Thank you and have a great night.

moonlitinuyasha1985 Featured By Owner Sep 5, 2013
Do you guys take fanfiction?:|
MagicalJoey Featured By Owner Sep 5, 2013   Writer
Unfortunately not. Try #Ordinary-Writing for prose, but poetry I don't know.
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NearlyInvisibleMind Featured By Owner Apr 30, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
It is wonderful here. Thank you :rose:
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Thank you :)
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