Comics2Film is pleased to announce the winner of the "Hellboy: Sword of Storms" Haiku contest and giveaway. One winner was selected based on the strength of their Haiku.Comics2Film judges had a difficult task, with almost 50 entries into to poetry writing competition, and many of them quite excellent.
However the judges have meditated, argued, meditated some more and finally chosen a winner. This is the winning entry from Jim S. of Baltimore, MD:
Grinding horns, |
Four other winners were chosen in a random drawing. They are:
Dolores K. of Orlando, FL |
As we said, there were so many good poets out there, we had a diffifult time choosing just one. To read all the Haiku (and other form) entries click over to the Haiku page to read all the entries. Here is a collection of our favorites.
| Poet | Work of art |
| Jim S. of Baltimore, MD | Grinding horns, reminded still. Sparks fall in place of tears. |
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| Christopher H. of San Diego, CA | Deep below the earth, an ancient beast awakens. He looks pissed. Aw crap! |
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| Ronald R. of Lakeland, FL | There once was a boy from Hell, whose right forearm did swell, his disposition is sour, but he's got lots of power, and many great stories to tell. |
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| Amanda W. of Fairfield, ME | There once was an agency Called the BPRD you see Amongst its crew a small demon who grew Into the best spuernatural ass kicker to see A mistake from a failed experiment Caused his unearthly decent Yet he's here to stay So get the hell out of his way He's fighting for you and me Kicking the ass of every monster he may see Don't scream, point, or shout Cause that monster will stay until Hellboy yells, "GET THE HELL OUT!" Show a smile and give a great cheer Whenever you see Hellboy near He may look a little funky But for the love of God don't call him a red monkey For his strength is great And his temper is short Which means you will greatly pay for that retort So to Hellboy we call, "Thank you and please stay," "But please make that thing go away!" |
| Kenneth H. of Galax, Va | The boy from the hell Pain from the swell Inside the brimstone Outside the light shown |
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| Stefan H. of Bowling Green, OH | right hand of doom zen: o monster, what is the sound of one fist pounding? |
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| J. S. of Pacifica, CA | Cherry blossom falls drifting through red stone fingers restless as a ghost |
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| Alex B. of sherrill, ny | The red monkey waits. This fight will be like the last. A lot of punching. |
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| Edith K. of Thief River Falls, mn | Rain glistens against the gloom, Lightening crashes and thunder booms, A red figure emerges from the gates of hell, He lingers where we dare not dwell. A burden only he can keep, Like a serpent from the deep, Eyes glowing in their ferocity, Twin pinnacles of his monstrosity, Rising towards the darkened sky. A crown of flames, A crown of power, This will be our darkest hour. A burden upon his heavy brow, Unholy stone key, Reaches for his Destiny. But instead he protects, And earns our respect, And becomes a man. A savior to us all. |
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| Rick C. of Burbank, CA | HELLIMERICK There once was a boy from hell Who, at monster fights, sure did excell. His best friend is a mer-man. And he hates Nazi Germans. Fight for evil? He'd rather rebel. |
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| Myron L. of Schenectady, NY | Grasping With Stone Hand Reaching For A Fate Pre-Writ, Etched In HellFire. |
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| Aaron K. of La Crosse, WI | For a man's nature Look not to his hand, stone and Red as it may be. |
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