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Have given the necessary stuff out.

Yay I still get a merit! And good job @Last4Skull

Congrats @Last4Skull you are makin your internet son proud! keep up the good work!

@KatPryde *.* Kat !!! How are you ??? And thanks you very much
@Nichodemus Thanks Nicho !!
@BlueEyedBlondie Thanks! I liked your poem too
@Tristea Hahaha thanks Tris it make me happy if it's the case !

About the theme I was thinking of Secrets, there is a variety of possibilities with Secrets, it could be Romantic ones, Mysteries, Or a lot more, it could be interesting to see what you will produce

Secrets it is!

Let the next round begin! Thread name should be updated soon!

I like the theme. I thought it would be a scary one at first lol

The hidden Atlantis

A look to the left, swing to the right:
nothing but the endless ocean in sight
day after day.
Still looking out for the fabled treasure,
following the stars as told by the old fisher,
day after day.
We travel the blue desert like madmen,
braving its every whim with but an amen,
day after day.
We could have stayed behind, gone home;
instead chose to go on a fool's errand, alone
day after day.
Never will we unravel the sea's hidden garden,
condemned to wander forever carrying our burden
day after day.

So, I've made something with Haikus, I hope you like it!

Your Secret

Weeks ago, I saw
What you did that day... detail
By detail... Sorry!
...
I know I was wrong
When I told them your secret
Yesterday... Sorry!
...
I am not the best
Friend you have, but I want you
To know... I'm Sorry!
...
Everyone knows your
Secret! Do you forgive me
After all that?... Thanks!

I hope this counts as poetry. It is a form of expression I seem to have invented, like prose, but with poetic freedom. See for yourselves.

The Kiss of Silence

It was a late autumn night, snowy, black and orange.
I was coming back from a friend's place at about midnight, a young man smoking a sigarette.
A car would pass by now and then, and the trees hissed angrilly at the cold wind, reluctant to give up their last leaves.
I had to buy some bottled water and sweets so I entered a 24/7 store.
It was humming with bright neon light, and the saleswoman was napping.
I took my groceries, woke her up (and she of course pretended she'd been awake all the time), and when I got the receipt, turned my back to her to pack the stuff up.
It felt like she just went to sleep again.
And I didn't look back to check.
I left the neon lights and the humming.
What happened next is the most important part, and the hardest to convey.
I left the store and...
There was nothing.
No, not literarly, there was the street, and the trees, and me, but
it all was completely silent.
And the overwhelming silence was so beautiful and dreamlike that I felt... a kiss? Maybe it felt like a kiss.
Imagine walking through a crowd and suddenly meeting eyes with a beautiful simply dressed lady who rapidly but gentlty kisses you, and then vanishes as fast as she appeared, with a mysterious smile.
So here I stood, smiling awkwardly like a complete fool. The goddess Silence kissed me, and how were I supposed to act after it?
But soon enough I realised she was gone.
The wind was blowing again. And a car sweeped by.
And I grinned at my own foolishness and went home, happy.

I am impressed, very beautiful

Nice poems everyone.

Listen Closely

Listen, my child, there's something given because of trust,
And if it is revealed then that trust will start to rust.
If it is given to you then you have a responsibility,
And what you do with it will test your true ability.

It will show you if you are strong to not let someone down,
And that person will learn and see if you'll let them drown.
It can be sometimes better to tell it if it may save someone too,
But that is a risk you must consider very carefully before you do.

But mama, it's always better to keep what's good and let go of what's bad,
And saving something too is better so no one, or less, will be sad.
My dear child, then you will do well in life and truly overcome,
Just always listen closely to your kind heart despite what's still to come.

4'33

The end

My Secret
I'm not going to tell you!
Get out of here!

- A short poem by Selfish McGreedy

When's the next contest? I really want to join. There's something about the poems here that reignited my inner (not-that-great) poet, and I like it! xD