Weekly Short Stories Contest and Company! discussion

You have until the 22nd of November to post a poem and from the 23rd to the 27th of November, we’ll vote for which one we thought was best!

Please post directly into the topic and not a link. Please don’t use a poem previously used in this group. Only one submission per person is allowed.

Your poem can be of any length!

This week’s topic is: Trouble in Paradise

Thanks goes to Billie Jo for suggesting the topic!

The rules are pretty loose. You could write a poem about anything that has to do with the subject/photo but it must relate to the topic somehow.

Have fun!

Title : Love-Hate Relationship
Poet : Edward Davies

Arguments flair up so quickly
Over such a little thing
Who forgot to turn the lights off,
Or the stove, or oven ring?

Passionately showing fury
To the ones for whom we care
Striking out with words of anger
Mindless ramble, always swear

There’s a reason for this fervour
There’s a reason why we fight
There’s a reason for the rage
Over such things as stoves or lights

It’s because we love each other
That we act unreasonably
Being angry shows devotion
When you’re married you will see.

Title: Paradise is hell

The Gates open, paradise appear.
Adam with a cigarette,
And a suit covering his body.
Eve walking around,
Scars all over, as if a tiger has attacked, but in this story,
Eve is the tiger, with her body filled with stripes.
Butterflies fly, birds hang in the air, being choked in smoke
And sharks and dolphins being trapped in oil.
Mountains fall, floods coming from all sides.
A hand thrust through the air, hitting her,
She cries, he apologizes, again.
The skies shatter, sun is falling, not moving but falling.
God has left, he has no hope left.
Even Jesus can't sacrifice to save.
This is it, heaven is falling,
And no paradise is going to be sacred.

Last Vacation


An island getaway --
beaches without footprints,
the ocean crystal, languid,
lapping at our toes, our past.

Who knew it was the end?
Who knew we'd falter here,
and time alone together
would be retribution
for time ashore.

I walked the beach without you,
found only broken shells
and shipwreck parts
with rusty nails and sea rot.

The sun glared --
unrelenting clarity --
and though we had the place
til Sunday, we left on Thursday
with no souvenirs.


Critique always welcome.

The Dessert is Rough

I can see them in the distance,
the beautiful palm trees of my mind.
I must reach them this instant.

Much to my resistance,
my feet writhe in pain,
but I can still see them in the distance.

I pray like I am a Christian,
before my mind splits in two.
I must reach them this instant.

Time melts into my wrist and
my tongue dries up and cracks,
but I can see them in the distance.

I see the beach chairs glisten
As my legs sink into the ground.
I must reach them this instant.

I only wish to lie beneath them,
but I must lay down in the sand.
I can see them in the distance,
but I can't reach them this instant.


Critique welcome.

Perfect

By Jane Jago

The perfect husband's perfect wife
Perfect children, perfect life
Perfect home in perfect taste
Perfect backdrop for her face
Perfect teeth and perfect hair
Pretty, clever, self-aware
With carefully perfected style
And somewhat else behind her smile
The perfect husband's perfect wife
Slits her wrists and ends her life

hello, I'm not sure how to get to the place where we vote. can anyone help?

Instructions first: Go to the little box at the top of the page on the right. Go to Discussions. There when you scroll down, you'll see a topic heading of Weekly Contests. Click (usually) on the top post to go to voting.

Haley wrote: "hello, I'm not sure how to get to the place where we vote. can anyone help?"

Easier way to get to the polls is to click on the link 'polls' in the upper right corner of the screen (desktop). Not sure how that link is shown on mobile devices.