Take two: AFTER THE RAIN- POLL

Annasilveroriginal · February 2, 2020, 9:32pm

THIS IS NOT A CONTEST! THIS IS A VOTE!

So, mid-march, we had a contest with poems. Anyway, we need the community to vote on which poem should win. I have personally gotten permission from all of the members who have submitted their poems (if for some reason I forgot to ask you, PM me immediately). The theme of this poem is: hard times that people went through. Please understand that this was not easy for all of the participants.

To the entire community, I need you. Yes, you to pick a winner.

All you have to do, is the following.

Read all the poems and pick the ones you think should win.
Click on the poem of your choice. (You have to scroll a bit for the poll)
Have a great rest of day.

Here are all the people who have shared their poems…
@AMagic, @ItzKastinR, @josiej8. @Danielle318, @Emmzy, @SilverRose, @cece_hunter, @Maya_Reihnard & @ChicBear
Here are the poems:

Untitled Poem

As I walk the streets, I feel a breeze

Not any breeze, but a memory coming back to me

I stare into space, as I remember those days

Ah, those days where people would leave me

Like a tree with all its leaves falling in autumn

It just so happens, the leaves are my friends flying in different direction from me

My eyes filled with tears, as I remember those days

Now it’s a new season of my life

Will the leaves stay? Or shall they follow the rest before them?

Scolded

I was burnt in a way which scorched me in the soul

The fire raging, while I howled

Endless tears streamed down my face

Endless hurt, the pain was no grace

I left my pride and walked out in the night

As the stars twinkled and sparkled in my sight

My feet kept moving but my head stayed still

A cup left empty and wanting to be filled

I took that pain and threw it in the fire

I watched burn with hunger and desire

But deep inside, the anger was building in

My feelings torn right within

No one to turn to, no help to gain

Left alone crying in vein

Scolded and burnt right in the bone

Scolded and hurt while the fire raged on

Cryptic

Youthful girl I used to be

Wether I played pretend or showed the real me,

Will always remain a mystery

Youthful girl I used to be

Woke myself in pity

Lead my life vicariously

Admired fakers I wanted to be

Older girl I grew into

Woke myself in two

Saw a life I didn’t want to pursue

Resolution : new debut

Older girl I grew into

Went for change, hard to get through

Brought down by past misdoes

Grabbed my life when I saw you

Never knew,

But I loved you

You made me new

My love, my friend, I’ll never know

The New Me

As I walked on the road, quiet and bored, a remembrance flashed my mind.

The years of hurtful words and endless tears, made me blind.

Why did I remember those days? I break down and sigh.

It was all a lie:

The hangouts and dates, where I always came late;

A clumsy nerd’s cry wasn’t heard.

It started raining, and began paining, I lost my feelings and you.

But, out of the blue, a hand reached out, calling my name,

I got up and thought it was lame.

It was a new year, a new month, and a new day;

When will I find the new me?

Mended Wounds

The ‘me’ in a gown,

Made me forget that I drowned.

In the past,

From where I developed my scars,

I knew that I wasn’t the last.

I lied on the grass,

Happy and fresh.

But then, a dark cloud came rushing,

Loud and proud,

Washing my happiness away.

I sat there, numb;

And I knew it was dumb,

But I was locked in the gloomy room of sorrow.

Hiding from the bright sun,

Thinking I was done.

But, at last,

It all ended,

My wounds were mended.

I put on my bright bow,

Just to discover the colourful rainbow.

The love through my pain

The wind whispers it’s calling my name as the rain drops

fall like the tears of my pain.

Keep quiet and just grin

don’t let them see my feelings within.

Ignore the names they call and ignore the words they say,

don’t let them get me down thats what my teachers always say.

It’s easy to listen but harder to do

what will it take for me to get that through to you.

I can’t sleep at night, I dread the school day.

If I could then I would, lock myself away.

I see my cousins smile innocent and warm she holds me tight,

tighter than ever before she keeps hold of me and wouldn’t let go

and said something too wise for any 4 year old to know,

I love you so much and I’d miss if you were gone,

will I still see you when I’m 91?

Little Doll

I am just a little toy in a big dollhouse

I fell like a doll with no beating heart

I think that deep inside I am slowly loosing my breath

The only left sign of life is the crystal tear on my cheek

Help me please

The people with the plastic minds notice us

The little dolls with the crystal crying eyes

I can’t stand up, I am not able scream

My ears are filled with fluff so I cannot hear

The colorful world is now grey for me

Because this soulless button eyes are covering it from me

The people with the plastic minds notice us

The little dolls with the crystal crying eyes

The wind-up puppet on the shelf

can’t you see

The teddy bear with the ripped stuffed heart coming for me

I am just a little toy in a big dollhouse

I fell like a doll with a dying heart…

Living without you

You were just her

And now you are gone

Right before my eyes

You passed like a storm

My memories of you will still be here

But sometimes it’s more than I can bear

You were my everything

More that I can say

But now I understand

I’m waiting until I see you again

Everything’s different

But I’ve learned to live with it

My love for you

I will never end it

Different

I’m a sad girl
Living in a mad world
Where people die
And no one cries
And people don’t try help them

I am a weird girl
Living in a mean world
Where the internet hates
Beacause no one can relate
To anything I say

Some call me a drab girl
Living in a fab world.
But I just like to call myself different.

Sorrow

The wind brushed through my wavy hair
Blowing here and there
As my thoughts blared loud
Louder than crowds clinking bottles
As I walked to my class thinking
Wanting
Wanting not to be my life
My sad life
Family, not just family but people you love, or even just know go under the knife…
The knife that is death

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Scolded
Cryptic
The New Me
Mended Wounds
The love through my pain
Little Doll
Living without you
Different
Sorrow

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THIS IS THE ONE AND ONLY POLL!

Also, to the entire community, let’s see if you can find out which poem is mine