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Viewers and Contestants are allowed 2 votes each. However, you are only allowed to give 1 vote per poem, i.e. your 2 votes must be given to two different poems. Contestants can vote for fellow contestants' entries but not their own. Voting can be done via pm or via this thread. Only sgForums.com's members with 20 posts and above are allowed to vote. This thread will be closed on 27 August 2007, Monday..
Poem #1: 6 votes
Poem #2: 5 votes
Poem #3: 2 votes
Poem #4: 9 votes
Poem #5: 4 votes
Poem #6: 4 votes
Poem #7: 5 votes
Poem #8: 3 votes
Poem #9: 6 votes
Poem #10: 1 vote
Poem #11: 6 votes
Poem #12: 5 votes
Poem #13: 2 votes
Poem #14: 1 vote
Poem #15: 10 votes
Total 67 votes
Updated on 26 Aug 2007, 11:59PM
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Poem #01
It reminds me of You
By oceanic
It reminds me of You
The Hong Kong flight when I first knew You
Supper followed that night
Sparks flew deep inside our hearts
A decision to commit between us
Having been scarred before for ages
An acceptance was all I needed
A shock you couldnÂ’t face for a reason
Denial of my own
Believing you would stay
Time was what you wanted
Distance apart grew further
No rights to ask you to stay
No tears could make you change
An act so wrong to you
An intention out of goodwill
I never meant to hide
The timing just wasnÂ’t right
No more blame or regrets
Consequences; I have to face
I love you, Sayang
Everything is too late
Out of my very own hands
My own happiness slipped away. Poem #02
Slavery of Humanity
By binarynwitz
I stand at the edge,
Looking down at this abomination,
The one we call civilisation.
Walking on the street,
Seeing the people in action,
I see not lives, only puppets stringed.
Chained to normality,
They think they are free,
Oh, the irony!
They say slavery is extinct,
I only shake my head and ask,
What about the majority of humanity?
Like mindless puppets,
Fitting cosily in the can of mediocrity,
Oh, the slavery of society!
Yet I see,
They're slowly realising,
Slowly waking.
Finally. Poem #03
Maturity
By ChingAlvin
Obligations formed
Forlorn of shield, pollens blown
Bloom, standstill, a drought. Poem #04
Serenity
By Delphian
Life is transient like passing cloud,
The world is but an emulous crowd,
We are just creatures battling too hard,
Given an inch, yet wish for a yard...
Birds in air, for foods they fight,
Trees on land, outgrow for light,
Fishes in oceans, bite to survive,
Animals attack, to stay alive...
Humans trample, to climb the ladder,
Forsaking God's Word," Love one another."
Obsessing over luxuries & powers,
Failing to stop to smell the flowers...
Close your eyes & soothe your mind,
Put your issues, all behind,
Forget you're a stressed out worker,
You're the child of a loving mother.
Withdraw for a moment, come with me,
Let life be of serenity,
Touch the wind and feel the sun,
Just for a moment, be "No one". -
Poem #05
Ever Wondered In Paschendale?
By outlaw-2
Ever wondered why; debris looks this appealing
Ever wondered how; this devastation occurred?
Ever wondered when; you wanted to try making a difference?
Ever wondered where; I swore you could make it out alive?
A brave new world; population by millions wiped out,
A reality; no one could ever think of,
Stupidity; I thought I was one,
Yet wiser; I knew I was learning the truth.
Strange gas; yellow in colour,
Toxic, fatal; dangerous, murderous,
A trench; we scrambled,
But selfishness; we shoved our comrades into the cloud of death.
Screaming, wailing; we ignore, we wrench our fragile hearts,
Water mud; the instant killer,
One would step into; and disappear into the hellish abyss,
No cry, no pain; perfect for suicide.
A stalemate; we knew this was hopeless,
Many lives come and gone; we could no longer bear,
We raced, we risked; raiding the Allied troops,
They ran, they scamper; they were outnumbered.
One by one; men of fifty fell to ten,
God damned water mud; the double edged natureÂ’s weapon,
We ignore; we fought,
Bullets driven into our bodies; we collapse, we lay still.
From then onwards; we realized the stupidity of war,
Nothing was achieved; only lives were lost,
A brave new world?
Ever wondered the term ‘Meaningless War’? Poem #06
Home
By oceanic
Lead me to a place I can call Home
For I am constantly away from my comfort zone
Places IÂ’ve traveled
Countless and indescribable
London was my frequent destination
English tea and famous Fish and Chips
London Eye and The Big Ben
Famous touristsÂ’ most sought after places
Far away from Home
Sometimes, the tears still flows
Alone in a foreign world
Loneliness was my companion
Enjoying peace away from Home
An escape from endless problems unsolved
Time spent in the hotel room
A sense of Independence unfold
Going back Home
Makes me treasure life and my love ones more
Going back to a place you can call Home
ThatÂ’s really what matters most. Poem #07
Oh girl, would you be...
By binarynwitz
If only I could string a beautiful melody,
Like the sunflower you love dearly,
I would varnish it with the morning dew, and my love.
Your eyes like lustrous pearls,
I find myself mesmerised within,
Its beauty I simply can't resist.
If only I could be a fairy-tale's prince ,
In the field full of dahlias- the Aurora's Kiss,
You'd be the princess, the one I want to kiss.
Oh girl, the one so lovely!
Would you be my princess,
While I be your prince? Poem #08
Who?
By ChingAlvin
Contemplative, forlorn, my naked mind,
Phony front, deception, even oneself,
As mesmerizing roses, drawing minds,
Gorgeous deception, dwelling thorns reside.
Chameleon, environs alteration,
Oneself, situation alteration,
Changes when changes occur,
Traits within traits concurred.
Persona, creation, a play,
Situations, a set, the men,
Scenes change, along I play,
Elements, creations, in hand
Who am I, IÂ’m just a coy!
Dummies fit, for different plays. -
Poem #09
Another day on the streets
By heliwena
Another day on the streets,
People walk past me,
As if I don't exist.
Everyone walks with a purposeful stride,
For me, I just want to hide,
From the world, out of sight.
Used to have a roof over my head,
Used to know where's my bed,
Used to know what's my fate.
In a blink of an eye, all disappeared,
Like a dream that never were,
Only stray dogs my sole companions.
A helping hand is all I need,
Bringing me back from nowhere land,
To the land of the living. Poem #10
To The Hills of Death
By outlaw-2
The hills; the last section to conquer,
The drums; beating, draining,
Marching; from crisp booms,
Marching; till with sludge called blood and mud.
We raced; marching was hopeless,
One too many; our fleet fell like flies,
Blast of flames; we thought it came from hell,
With tanks of death; one rupture will do.
The field scorched brown; dominated with embers and warmth,
Scalding soldiers; who had wielded the flamethrowers,
To the crest of the hills; we reached,
To our dismay; we had to scramble.
Bullets rain upwards; defying Mother Nature,
Blood poured down; all too similar like a shower
A dead comrade lay next to me; I showed no expression,
I had no time; even to fall into depression.
We scampered; they chased,
They shot; we fall,
We retaliate; flames of torture came to us,
Scotch, whiskey; our drinking supply became fuel.
Howling; our dreaded voices echoed past the hills,
Wails of misery; reverberated into my burning ears,
Skin; wrinkled, charred,
Extreme heat; our bodies gave up.
A diabolical chuckle; I turned to look,
A scorching nozzle; right before my eyes;
Kill me; I begged,
None; I was left to die, painfully, slowly. Poem #11
Serpent in Disgust
By tare
the smell of
freshly steamed buns
was too alluring
a bite into it
my stomach turned
my taste buds protest
in an uproar
what lousy
meat bun is this
tasting like cardboard?
i must rinse my mouth
to rid of its foulness
the smell of fresh mint
fills my toothbrush
and mouth
the television in the room
is broadcasting
about a certain toothpaste
i stared at the tube
and vomited
flopped onto the bed
stared at the ceiling
a few fine cracks
stared back at me
then a few dust of cement fell
onto my started face
as the cracks enlarged
and started to crumble
i ran out of the room
and the hotel
the awakening dragon
turns out to be
a serpent
in disgust. Poem #12
Subtle Oppression
By tare
the media is talking
about a certain man
ending his life by
jumping onto
the rail
disruption
to the masses
curses arise
his story surfaces
about how he suffers
from a debt he can't afford
his household in peril
electricity and water
cut off
children quitting school
is there no other way,
is there no help?
who could he turn to
the loan sharks or
the government?
he is not alone
i suppose
with a barely surviving pay
no house to call a home
no husband to share the burdens
no significant amount in cpf
and many bills to pay
i don't qualify to rent
even a tiny flat from hdb
i earn 'too much' they stated
banks won't give me a loan
i earn 'too little' they claimed
stuck in a progressive society
that only help those
who help themselves
but would i still need help
if i could on my own?
i am not alone
i suppose
suddenly it seems
jumping off the platform
may well be
an option -
Poem #13
Dengue As Punishment From God
By AndrewPKYap
Mosquitoes are spirits like
Coming and going as they like
You know not where they cometh
You know not where they goeth
The Dengue parasite
Lives in your inside
Flowing with your blood
Into crevices like a flood
Your body no longer is sacred
It has been invaded
The temple is defied Poem #14
Structure of Punkd Reality
By Master -_-
She's always there, come rain or shine,
Gently tugging her wispy grey hair.
Her hands dirty from sand and grime,
Hands cupping up to the air.
No shelter from the rain nor shade from the tree,
Hoping to get a dollar or two.
Positioned in the centre of a busy street,
Her only possession was a rickety stool.
I wanted to talk to her but there's something else,
I hope she won't be offended by my help.
To buy everything that she normally sells,
To pierce through her sad history, i slowly delve.
She looked at me with suspicious eyes,
Fearing i would snatch her only gold coin.
It's only right to break the ice,
By asking her if she was fine.
Alarmed, i was when she stood up,
Mustering all but her remaining courage.
Standing on the stool, her palms to the mouth, cupped.
She shouted out loud till her face turned orange.
What the hell, she said i was a thief?
For trying to help, was it that hard?
Dumbstruck i was, gritting my teeth,
There goes my face, skillfully cut.
I threw away my loose change to her,
Walking away as fast as i could.
This day i would not remember,
I should have just continue eating my food.
And there i was again, exactly a week later,
Not there to exact revenge, i hope.
But what amazed me, an auntie-hater,
was that she repeated the whole same show.
I have never been taken in by Nigerian scams,
Nor Timeshare and MLM deals too.
But well, I'll be damned,
An old and wrinkled auntie made me the fool. Poem #15
I wake up, drenched in cold sweat
By Keii
I wake up, drenched in cold sweat.
From a horrible nightmare,
melancholic and despondent.
Why am I, inflicted with this pain.
Pangs of remorse, repeating.
Like a broken tape, playing.
I reach in, rustling through my drawer.
Through overdue paperwork,
expired coupons and magazines.
What is this, burning sensation?
The warmth of leather, cozying.
The coldness of metal, tingling.
I take out, what seems to be a revolver.
Locked and loaded,
awaiting to claim it's next prey.
When was it, that I acquired this?
Might in my hands, empowering.
Freedom to wield, tempting.
I walk around, randomly releasing bolts.
Into innocent bystanders,
a momentary span of enjoyment.
Who am I? Unable to control myself.
Unbearable suffering, consuming.
A sudden surge of pain, reacting.
I fall asleep, oblivious to my surroudings.
Too late to realise,
how many lives I cruelly took.
Where am I? Descending into darkness.
Feels like eternity, relaxing.
I found my solace, comforting. -
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where are the poems ?
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Will post them soon lah. Now get ready first. Remember to vote once I've posted them okay. Thanks.Originally posted by rathcycle:where are the poems ?
are those poems submitted by forumers ?
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yesterday i wan post le, see no poems...Originally posted by DeadPoet:Will post them soon lah. Now get ready first. Remember to vote once I've posted them okay. Thanks.
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Yesterday need to post these nice photos mah.Originally posted by rathcycle:yesterday i wan post le, see no poems...
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Sarport me sarport me!
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So many sad photos....?
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Faster put up leh!
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gotOriginally posted by Devil1976:So many sad photos....?
WW2, the mushroom
WW1 the empty streets that look kinda like germany
a christian graveyard....
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Only four poems?
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dp is editing her post to put the poem in.Originally posted by binarynwitz:Only four poems? -
Actually I know that, but I just wanted to post that to hurry her.Originally posted by rathcycle:dp is editing her post to put the poem in.
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now i see my poems look quite noob.
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Okay guys, time to vote. 2 votes each, one vote for one poem.
May the most popular poem wins! -
Some people's poems are quite obvious...
Like Alvin's has a distinct style.
To Keii: I know which one's your poem!
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I shall cast the first vote!
#15 please.
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first vote to poem #4, serenity
second de let me think. -
Oh I will update the votes every night. Do spread the word around.
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disclaimer: DP is a HE!
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Take your time, you have more than 3 weeks to vote.Originally posted by rathcycle:first vote to poem #4, serenity
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Ya, i agree. my facilitator commented that my style, is not that sought after in the modern daysOriginally posted by binarynwitz:Some people's poems are quite obvious...
Like Alvin's has a distinct style.
To Keii: I know which one's your poem!
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I shall cast the first vote!
#15 please.