Poetry - Photography Contest [28 entries]

To a Wasp Picture

Winning entry, with a score of:
Contest goal:

Pick one of your favorite poems and try and capture it in a single photo. The title of the poem must be the title of the photo, and in the comments you must post the entire poem. Unless it's an entire book, then you just post the lines that the poem is about.

Status: finished. Check out the winners below!
Suggested by: dem90

273Kelvin: If its an entire book, then just the lines the "picture" is about? Just trying to clarify. ( 5 years and 1484 days ago )
drskn08: should the poem be self written or we can use some one else poem for our photographs ? ( 5 years and 1483 days ago )
Heathcliffe: Could a song be counted ? - I think songs are much like poems but with music attached... ? ( 5 years and 1481 days ago )
adeincyprus: if songs were to be included, it would be just like the song contest here recently!! ( 5 years and 1481 days ago )
Heathcliffe: Could a song be counted ? - I think songs are much like poems but with music attached... ? ( 5 years and 1480 days ago )
Heathcliffe: ah ok thanks (sorry about the double post - my browser seems to do that on refresh) ( 5 years and 1480 days ago )

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To a Wasp - created by MnMCarta

To a Wasp
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"To a Wasp"
You must have chortled

Finding that tiny hole

In the kitchen screen. Right

Into my cheese cake batter

You dived,

No chance to swim ashore,

No saving spoon,

The mixture whirring

Your legs, wings, stinger,

Churning you into such

Delicious death.

Never mind the bright April day.

Did you not see

Rising out of cumulus clouds

That fist aimed at both of us?

(5 years and 1477 days ago)

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Leisure - created by jeaniblog

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What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

William Henry Davies 1871-1940
(5 years and 1482 days ago)

Spirits of the Dead - created by UncleJimmy

Spirits of the Dead
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E. A. Poe (Published 1829)

Spirits of the Dead

Thy soul shall find itself alone
'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone --
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy:
Be silent in that solitude
Which is not loneliness -- for then
The spirits of the dead who stood
In life before thee are again
In death around thee -- and their will
Shall then overshadow thee: be still.

For the night -- tho' clear -- shall frown --
And the stars shall look not down,
From their high thrones in the Heaven,
With light like Hope to mortals given --
But their red orbs, without beam,
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a fever
Which would cling to thee for ever :

Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish --
Now are visions ne'er to vanish --
From thy spirit shall they pass
No more -- like dew-drop from the grass:

The breeze -- the breath of God -- is still --
And the mist upon the hill
Shadowy -- shadowy -- yet unbroken,
Is a symbol and a token --
How it hangs upon the trees,
A mystery of mysteries! -- (5 years and 1483 days ago)

Alone - created by UncleJimmy

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Alone by Edgar Allen Poe

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were -- I have not seen
As others saw -- I could not bring
My passions from a common spring --
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow -- I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone --
And all I lov'd -- I lov'd alone --
Then -- in my childhood -- in the dawn
Of a most stormy life -- was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still --
From the torrent, or the fountain --
From the red cliff of the mountain --
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold --
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by --
From the thunder, and the storm --
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view -- (5 years and 1483 days ago)

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Hairspray - created by MnMCarta

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So you're not as pretty as the bride,
you shouldn't look like crap!
"Whatever shall I do??????" you cried,
And I'm here in a snap!!!!!
Just lift my cap, point at your hair
I'll fix you in a jiff!!!!
A spritz and then get back out there!
You're welcome for the lift!!!!
(5 years and 1477 days ago)

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