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A non-judgemental, safe place where writers can submit poetry, prosetry, phoetry and occasionally prose, without the fear of judgement.
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:bulletgreen: A limerick is a form of poetry, especially one in five-line anapestic meter with a strict rhyme scheme (AABBA)
:bulletgreen: It is sometimes obscene with humorous intent.
:bulletgreen: The first, second and fifth lines are usually longer than the third and fourth.
:bulletgreen: The oldest attested text in this form is a Latin prayer by Thomas Aquinas of the 13th century.
Sit vitiorum meorum evacuatio
   Concupiscentae et libidinis exterminatio,
   Caritatis et patientiae,
   Humilitatis et obedientiae,
   Omniumque virtutum augmentatio.

:bulletgreen: The form appeared in England in the early years of the 18th century.
:bulletgreen: It was popularized by Edward Lear in the 19th century, although he did not use the term.
:bulletgreen: The following limerick is of unknown origin:
The limerick packs laughs anatomical
   Into space that is quite economical.
     But the good ones I've seen
     So seldom are clean
   And the clean ones so seldom are comical.

:bulletgreen: Gershon Legman, who compiled the largest and most scholarly anthology, held that the true limerick as a folk form is always obscene.
:bulletgreen: From a folkloric point of view, the form is essentially transgressive; violation of taboo is part of its function.

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:bulletgreen: The standard form of a limerick is a stanza of five lines, with the first, second and fifth rhyming with one another and having three feet of three syllables each.
:bulletgreen: The shorter third and fourth lines also rhyming with each other, but having only two feet of three syllables.
:bulletgreen: The defining "foot" of a limerick's meter is usually the anapaest, (ta-ta-TUM).
:bulletgreen: Missing a weak syllable at the beginning of a line and extra-syllable rhyme can make limericks appear amphibrachic (ta-TUM-ta).
:bulletgreen: The first line traditionally introduces a person and a place, with the place appearing at the end of the first line and establishing the rhyme scheme for the second and fifth lines.
:bulletgreen: In early limericks, the last line was often essentially a repeat of the first line, although this is no longer customary.
:bulletgreen: The most prized limericks incorporate a kind of twist, which may be revealed in the final line or lie in the way the rhymes are often intentionally tortured, or both.
:bulletgreen: Many limericks show some form of internal rhyme, alliteration or assonance, or some element of word play.
:bulletgreen: Verses in limerick form are sometimes combined with a refrain to form a limerick song, a traditional humorous drinking song often with obscene verses.

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:bulletgreen: You may submit more than one entry.
:bulletgreen: Entries into the contest submissions folder please.
:bulletgreen: For this purpose mature content is allowed (it is a limerick after all).
:bulletgreen: Winners will be decided via vote.
I reserve the right to edit these rules.

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Up to four works of an artist selected weekly by the admins.

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The featured works are:
Blue EyesI love her.
My lips smirked as I watched her struggle beneath me. She was terrified, and I couldn’t help but bask in the ecstasy of the moment. I had a stunning creature in my arms, but I wish she understood; I just wanted to make her even more beautiful. She deserved to be the epitome of beauty, and I craved to help her rise to that pedestal.
The bluest of eyes stared at me with an intensity of fear that made me tremble with anticipation. Her body fell limp at a gradual passing of time, no longer fighting against my weight; quiescent. I stared at the motionless form beneath me, shuddering with awe at her mortal beauty. How could death be so exquisite, so mesmerizing? A blue hue painted her lips as her life faded into nothingness. I brushed my lips against hers, tasting my enduring lust for her mortality.
I looked once again into her eyes, so cold and devoid of life. Drawn to those cold eyes, even as I watched their warmth fall away, I wanted to keep her to myself. She was
BetrayalLifeless eyes meet mine through the small window of the padded room. I try to look away, but something in my heart wouldn’t let me. Her pale lips curve into a crooked smile that makes a shiver travel up and down my spine. A matted mess of dark knots float around her head, only giving her more of an unpleasant aura. Her stark white jumpsuit washes out any color that may be on her features. Arms are wrapped about her chest, strapped firmly in the straightjacket that is being used for her own protection. She occasionally struggles against her bonds, but collapses to the floor in defeat for hours.  Pity swells in my heart, followed by an unrelenting sense of remorse. Looking at her now, I hate myself. I feel responsible for creating the person who stares back at me with such empty eyes. A sliver of hope lingers that life will return, but it is buried far beyond her current mental state.
People often question me as to why I still bother visiting her. I don’t have an answer

The Tiny PearlsShe stood before the full length mirror, admiring the reflection of the woman about to present herself to the world as someone who had seen it all. Her trembling hands fumbled with the string of tiny white pearls, each a reminder of the obstacles that had been overcome. They were a collection of memories trapped for her sanity; protection for a fragile and battered mind. It was a necklace that represented a heart stronger than the pain it had endured. Those small raw pearls gave the world a soul that smiled because life was an adventure worth experiencing; that anyone can rise from the ashes liberated and renewed from the torment of another's choices.
Eyes of wisdom beyond their years reflected the strength of the woman standing tall in the mirror. There was no perfection in what was revealed, but there was an acceptance for who she had been, who she was, and who she will be with the passing of time. A knowing smile tugged at the lips of an innocence long lost, but there was not a drop
Crumpled PagesShe sought refuge on a lone rock, watching small waves lap against the edges. It had been a beautiful day; one of new experiences and old acquaintances. As the sun was turning down its sheets and drifting below the horizon, shadows stretched from the boulders, wading in the water, with exhaustion from the day’s excitement. Ignoring the sun’s impending slumber, she remained motionless, consumed by troubling emotions.
It was her book; words she had penned to paper from her life experiences. The words had brought tears of joy and the sense of accomplishment, but the feelings have long since faded. Replaced with the confusion and disappointment, she stared at the pages with a pained disgust. The words were jumbled; having lost the passion that had given them existence. The letters she saw, the words she read, were not her own. They were foreign from beginning to end, no longer an expression of her, but of another’s ideas. Her thoughts had been twisted into something unrec

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Name of Image Friendship DeterminedShe felt the pain of a thousand deaths.
Things would never again be the same.
Alone, bereft - with no one to stop her hurt -
Yielding to the need to curl in on herself,
Wallowing in pain, she crumbled.
Internal bleeding that could never be healed
Tore her soul into a million pieces.
Heart aching and refusing to beat,
Maddening agony crippling her mind,
Encompassing her whole being.
Abandoned was how he found her then.
Lacing his arms around her fragile form,
Wrapping her in the blanket of his love.
Acknowledging her need to purge the pain within,
Years of false truths finally coming to light,
Shushing her wails, he held her tightly.
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Name of Image Kiss Me Again (Prompt)What's that you say?
You've never been kissed?
Well, let me tell you...
it's a
heart stopping feeling,
that touch enveloping your senses,
and I've been told
(Oh, I've been shown)
the wonders of true love.
You're kissing me
Just to shut me up
but I don't mind.
You have that way about you,
that turns every sorrowful tear
into a smile.
Oh, they all say
true love's all you need.
I believe them.
Kiss me again,
shut me up.
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Name of Image Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill MeI kissed my best friend on the cheek
and she giggled.
I did too.
My lip gloss left sticky prints on her skin
that she wiped away
with her sleeve.
I wanted to kiss you before I knew what kissing was.
I watched you grow into something
more than just another boy.
Tracing my lip with my fingertip and wondering…
Are yours dry and hungry like mine?
Or soft and sweet?
They were warmer than I imagined,
brushing hot breath across my palm
and my wrists.
Your quick pecks tickled,
your eyes wide and playful,
your smile set me
Flushed cheeks and heartbeat gone frantic,
I didn’t kiss you back...
Not like I wanted too.
I nuzzled nose to cheek,
inhaled your honeyed scent
letting my lips linger
too long
and yet not long enough.
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The scent of love was in the air that moonlit summer night.
We danced the dance of love until we saw the morning light.
We promised that we'd save our love until the wedding day.
How many times we fought temptation off it's hard to say.
The day was blessed, the guests all came, the music was sublime.
We said our vows before our God with words that fairly rhymed.
But when we danced our first before the eyes of one and all,
we realized then and there that it was time to heed the call.
We said goodbye to all our guests and headed for the door.
The band played on as most remained and tangoed on the floor.
The moment that we hit the car the game became engaged.
We barely made it to our room, our hormones on a rage.
To say the wait was worth it is an understatement, friend.
It seemed to us this blissful night would never, ever end.
The fiery storm of ecstasy kept thund'ring 'til the dawn.
To see the pleasure in her eyes confirmed her heart I'd won.
They say that love's just chemicals, perhap
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Name of Image More Than Gold”It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them.” --> Ralf Waldo Emerson

Holding hands while laughing,
We seize the day together.
The sun blinding our vision,
We walk into the moon.
Daydreams lift our spirits,
Making life worth while.
Speaking in riddles,
That only we understand.
A sigh of relief,
When I see your smile.
I can only be myself,
While in your presence.
No fear,
No doubt.
It is heaven,
By your side.
Skipping rope,
Tripping rope,
Solid in your arms,
You catch me when I fall.
Side by side,
We conquer the world.
Together we rise,
Together we fall.
Loving one another,
Despite the stupid things we do.
That is a friendship,
That is worth more than gold!

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Name of Image 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!”
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Name of Image Seasons of the HeartWinter wind chills, pulse just beating,
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.
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Name of Image 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.
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BlueBlueFox Featured By Owner Mar 23, 2015  Hobbyist Writer

Guys thank you so much for the feature hhhh I'm glad you like me enough for that HAHA and honored that Dilu chose me :icongtthplz:
MagicalJoey Featured By Owner Mar 23, 2015   Writer
Thank you for your work. Of course we like you. As for Riddlycakes choosing you, go her!
Go now and enjoy your week of promotion.
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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