

The Gods Are Fishing i.The Gods Are Fishing by ~crazynloveless
Stray satellites catch
hearts in nets designed for souls;
the gods are fishing.
ii.
Death
is life's purpose,
She says. We are damned.
What
of the children? I muse,
They giggle - full with purpose.
The children
are most lost of all, toys
of the gods. Toys, She insists.
iii.
children
grow from grins
to smiles constrained
by etiquette
and children
stumble, fickle
with dreams into futures
of lists and week-to-weeks.
teenagers
grope in the dark
for meaning; sustenance
found only in others --
and adults,
adults play pretend:
donning shirts and ties.
They keep the keys.
iv.
Meaning is found in
musings of gods; pro


White Hole Cotton eyelids draw openWhite Hole by ~crazynloveless
and close on summer days, warm
with performance. Curtain call
and lights are in her eyes again,
planets of prospect renewed to life -
my inside-out black hole.
But stars are not stepping stones
too small for feet, rather questions
without answer: asking of today,
curious for tomorrow. It's impossible
to answer her gaze with anything
but promises of possibility
born of her - life's white hole.

POLISHED POETRY COMPETITION: SECOND CHANCEPOLISHED POETRY COMPETITION
Attention to all the poets lurking in depths of deviantART: it's time to pick up your pens and write!
Original 2010 Article by :iconAmberlouie:: http://news.deviantart.com/article/116552/
What's this competition about?
In case you couldn't tell, this is a poetry competition.
This is a competition dedicated to shining and buffing all those poems you have either tucked away in your gallery, your notepad or even your sock drawer. I want to read your best and finest work: have you got something that'll make me cry? Laugh? Stare awestruck at the page? Send it in to me, and I'll read it.
Come on, I dare you to insp