I don't know what level to be in. Probably the lower one… prose is more of my thing. But I'd just like a recommendation from one of you…

Ohhh okay! Sorry. I'll write another poem later when the them has been decided, but can you keep my poem in the masters' level as well? It porbably will be shattered to bits but I just want to see how it does.

Another idea (please forgive me for being pushy if it comes across that way) but could there be second and third place winners as well?

I share too many ideas sometimes so I apologize if I appear to be bossy or like I'm taking over :).

@ Rosebud…

Sorry, Abigail was first. 

I'm joining the lower level! I'll need to think of a poem, though. 

Joining! I'll be in the lower level. 

I'll enter the higher level, please!

Here it is.

~~

Sorrow 

Outside it is bright, soft and warm shining sun,

But inside, for me, the nightmare has begun.

Oh, hands clutching cold around my heart 

You paint such a twisted work of art…

It's the sight I see before me, the image I cannot escape-

My lover's broken, lifeless shape.

Ah, these wretched claws of pain!

These aching cries dealt out in vain!

This burning ice that sears my bones

And, worst of all,

That jagged, worn name on his gravestone.

~~

I hope this is long enough!  

Okay, I just rewrote my entry. It's really depressing, so if you don't want to read it, then skip over it. Wow. I'm glad I didn't go into poetry when I was…. I guess in grief, because if this poem's how depressing I can be on a daily basis, then I don't want to know how depressing it would be during that time. If you don't think it's depressing, then good for you! Oh cats, now I need to write an antidote before it goes to my head.

SORROW

Sorrow, like a knife

Piercing

Stabbing

Tears, like blood

Flowing

Pouring

Hope, like a fly

Dying

Drowning

Pain, like fire

Roaring

Burning

Darkness, like death

Shrouding

Hiding

Desolation, like a
spirit

Drifting

Flying

Shattered, like glass

Breaking

Broken

Gone. 

And if anyone needs it, the antidote:

 ANTIDOTE!!

Dawn, like a bird

Lifting

Soaring

Rays, like a fire

Glowing

Shining

Beauty, like a
flower

Rosy

Flourishing

Light, from the Sun

Hopeful

Beaming 

Climbing in the sky

Rising

Risen

Up. 

I have to try this. I know I'm going to fail in Master's, but I can't resist a challenge. I used to write haikus, and then stopped. I recently started writing poems again, but now they are usually reverso poems.

I'll help judge lower. This type of poem is called a reverso poem. Google it. It counts. I hope this is okay! Oh, and btw, is there a deadline, and if so, when is it?

Sorrow 

Oh, this aching fear spreads through my heart.

I have heard tell tale of this dreaded art.

Felt by all, seen by none.

What is this feeling that has begun?

Soft as silence,

Cruel as a tyrant,

Sorrow. 

~~~~~

Sorrow,

Cruel as a tyrant,

Soft as silence.

What is this feeling that has begun?

Felt by all, seen by none;

I have heard tell tale of this dreaded art.

Oh, this aching fear spreads through my heart! 

Oops! I just realized Rose bud is already judging lower. Sorry!

And reading through these now I realize I should have entered lower … 

Sorrow

I'm not sad, I say.

I'm fine, I'm okay.

So you look my way.

There are tears on my face.

Its the sun's brightness I said.

So you turn away your head.

Then I cry alone instead. 

Because my happiness is dead.

But no one can know.

I'd deny it, say "No"

But when everyone goes

I'm filled with sorrow.