I'm starting a writing contest!!!(Props will be given)

Im horrible at writing poetry,so yeahhh......

A rose is like life.
They are born,are small,and grow.
Some are soft,smoothe,
But some are sharp,dangerous,and can hurt you.
A rose grows in the earth,like life is born.
And finally,they die,like life.

A rose is like.................A god. ROFL!!!!!! Sorry that I suck.

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It was too long for an answer! Please read :)

ok i will

Mine's called "Leah's rose (contest entry)" if you research it here (sorry, don't know how to make a link D:)

Good idea by the way.
It also has a picture like dis V

Like the idea! Only discovered this today (September 29th!), so I don't have time to write anything really.
Therefore, I'm going to submit something I wrote a long time ago. 2005 to be exact. I was young then, and untrained. So be nice.

You can find it here:

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or (just in case) here:

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Good luck everyone!

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Here is my story:)

A treasure has no value
If not discovered
But you, sweet silky rose
So rich in faith and heart
You're poor of nothing
As you already have within you
The Ultimate Treasure

May this Rose of Love
Blossom for you
And shower us forever and always
Of the treasure of your presence
Letting your serenity open
In all its glory!

Roses Have Thorns

Every silver lining has a cloud
As thick and black as rain
Roses have thorns
I grip the stems
Holding on
But my hand bleeds
Blood the colour of the ruby petals
behind everything we do
I can see the darkness
Because even roses have thorns


Ok, so not a great poem!

I used some characters from a story I haven't posted on here yet.It isn't very good but it took a long time to finish.

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last minute entery!!!!
um...can it be a poem???
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I don't know if it's still open. but here's my entry

umm, I suck at poetry, but I'll try. =/


This is a polyphonic prose about a rose.

Hi, My name is Slow Joe and my garden is readily decomposed for anything to show.

I kept watering my garden with a fire hose and then something finally arose!

A small plant , but it was hard to rid the crows! I put a scarecrow to scare the crows that imposed! The crows went away, but now I have a problem with the does!

Fortunately, some u.f.o's came after the does then after they captured the foes, they go.

After all that has happen, I look by my toes. And there I see a rose, but the flower itself is still in a enclose. A bud that posed like a pro.

I borrowed my bro's garden hose since I can't seemed to find my fire hose...

Weeks later, a sweet scent from the garden came in my nose. I went outside to finally see the flower exposed . A rose. Its petals flow along with the wind that blows.

I, Slow Joe, loved my rose. I will dispose anyone with a lawn moe who harms my rose.

I know winter is very close and I hope it won't simply froze.

I would love to see it again, you know. After all that trouble I went through, that rose owes.

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HAHAHAhA I don't freakin' know.

i ran and ran until i coulnt run anymore. i could see that the hunters were gaining after me but i had to get away anyway, even if my lungs were on fire. fire. that is what i needed. i imagened fire miles and miles of fire everywhere behind where i walked so that the hunters would die. the hunters are really big and will not stop untill they complete theyre mission. i am theyre mission. i am the last of my kind and they are bent on distroying it. i control the elemets. crap the fire didnt work they caught up to me and killed me. slowly and painfully. all that was left of me was a rose that my mother had given to me when i was born. i am a ghost. the first thing i did as a gohst was murdering the hunters that killed me. all that was left of them was one single rose and a simple message. if you make me mad i will kill you with a before hand warning, a dead rose, its as simple as that. if i feel bad for you and i like you i will let you live under my protection with another warning, an alive rose that never wilts never dies and is always with you. you were warned.