Forums → Art, Music, and Writing → Periodic Poetry Contest - Theme: Touch of Truth (Page 390, due Jan. 28)
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First, I will post the overall rules, and then I will post the specifics about this week.
Original rules, as stated by Ubertuna:
It must fit the week's theme.
It must be submitted by the deadline.
It cannot have inappropriate language in it.
It cannot be stolen (if you plagiarize, we will find you).
Also:
The poem must be created for this contest
A user cannot win two weeks in a row (though everyone is welcome to submit every week!)
Only one submission per user will be accepted
As we all know, the winner will recieve a merit, and their poem will be featured on the _Poetry_ page.
OK, on to this week's topic...Again, we are having a style instead of a theme. Also, this week we are having TWO WEEKS to do it, instead of the usual one. Why? Because this will be an EPIC poem. Or, rather, a parody of an epic poem. Generally, epic poetry is very long, and tells the serious story of a heroic figure. Well, this week, the epic figure is YOU! Write a long poem (I'll leave the definition of 'long' up to you, but give it a good go) about the heroic story of you! It can be silly, serious, whatever... just have fun with it. You have two weeks, so have a great time!
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Good thing he can't win twice in a row.... T_T
all entries are pretty good.
There's a pulse in this poem...but as it ages its pulse seems weaker and weaker until its rhythm is broken.
Clever. Something like I did except mine is jumping from place to place, fast and slow.
Is judging this week? If not, when? Cause I'm on vacation again next week....
Rattle Rattle Rattle
an idea in my head
Tap Tap Tap
a pencil on my desk
Blink Blink Blink
an image upon my sheet
Grind Grind Grind
lines onto paper
Stare Stare Stare
the shape I drew
Erase Erase Erase
scribbles and smudges
Loathe Loathe Loathe
imperfections I see
Crumple Crumple Crumple
into a ball my paper
Repeat Repeat Repeat
drawing until I am better
I dunno if it has a pulse but everything has some sort of pattern to it and we repeat these patterns usually a pulse can be found in something that repeats itself.
My pulse was always steady until the one day
It was just before dark
The first day of May
Ignited a spark
The birth of a new emotion would start to play
On the way to their park
Here I want to stay
To go was a lark
Planets collided the universe on display
When our eyes met would mark
Our future foray
How will he remark?
Work on the 'morrow demanded him to delay
His words were kind not stark
Nor pushing away
This wasn't a bark
Throughout the night my thoughts continued to replay
Guarding me in the dark
Wait for light of day
Escaping the sharks
Ideas were born new beginnings on its way
For his voice I did hark
Our friends had their play
Now follow our hearts
So serious this love I left one day
I could not break our arc
Packing the old that stay
Leaving him caused quarks
By July we promised to always stay
Together we embarked
Unpacked move in day
Kissing in our park
Later that evening a sweet foreplay
Our hands held as we arced
Unison in sway
Kissing in the dark
Our first July fourth fireworks were displayed
But our very own sparks
Did outshine the bay
Split atoms apart
Our families came together to say
Warm welcoming remarks
A wedding some day
In our special park
Dang, when's the judging? I've been biting my fingernails since I last posted! xP I'm out of fingernails!
Do any of you guys read the rest of the judging post besides the results? I always give it two weeks. Next person to ask me when the judging is gets an automatic DQ (jk).
So, the deadline is this Friday, and the judging should be on Saturday or Snday.
The unbearable beat is sickening
In the murky darkness of life's water
I've been here for as long as I've been living
Given food, food for thoughts meager
Feeling faint touches, hearing faint sounds
But nothing to cover the uniquitous pulse
Grinding down my sanity of a few pounds
A tic-toc; a plic ploc in this red dulse
Until finally I'm cramed into another life
Pulled by a gloved hand out of this gloom
I can hear voices as I slowly loom
Air flows my lungs, vivid as a knife
But the coffin I abhorred for so long
Gave its soul to let me be
The organic drum, the surrounding heat
I miss them now, where are you mommy...
Did my best in a few minutes, please advise me of any incoherences since I didn't reread myself ^^.
I hope you like it!
~self confidence crumbles~
All of these are absolutley amazing. SUCKS FOR DA JUDGE.
I have never written one but, will try in the next one. All are amazing. Parsat's was liked by me.
Parsat is an amazing poet, we're actually very lucky that he can't win two weeks in a row. Viva la netiquette of the internet forums!
A doleful soul is rocked by a pulse;
Mournfullness
Dismalness
As precious as a diamond in a bulse
Echoing in this nourishing water
The beat is unbearable
And I'm left to dabble
Given food, food for thoughts meager
Its been there since it started living;
Dejected
Depressed
Engrossed in a boredom ever flourishing
Bathed in the reverberant sounds
Of the outer and the inner
My sanity of a few pounds
Keeps me wriggling like a dreamer
It waits and ponders, helpless and alone;
Boredom
Tedium
Both dead and alive in the distinct tone
A sudden churning is moving my body
Am I finally getting out?
Escaping this captive bout
At last, light douses my eyes vividly
But the faitful bearer died by giving birth;
Gleefully
Joyfully
A discordant sacrifice of no less mirth
Now how I miss that ubiquitous pulse
Cooped up in that haven's heat
Surrounded by the organic dulse
Where are you mommy, I miss that beat...
Upon having quite positive critics about that poem, I decided to work my ass at making it better, so here's the final version for the contest; I spent some more minutes on that one.
I tried to give that one a pulsating feeling. The overall hourglass shape of the poem isn't just a coincidence^^.
I'm still open to any constructive criticism.
It seems like the perfect time to come tease Alt about how though the judging'll be, oh wow! Sucks to be Alt for this judging, phewwwwww!
Sickness
Of what shall I speak?
Shall I speak of the creeping I feel?
This unprecedented beat.
The one that crawls through the marrow of my bones.
Or, shall it be of the voices I hear?
The ones that yammer and gibble
All in my head.
The ones that go totsy and blotsy
Hiffle and piffle.
Og-nog and nog-og.
Dearest deliquent of my mind eye,
And face I see before the very mirror in which I peer...
Of what shall I speak?
For my head is throbbing in a most tumorous way,
As if there were some sick pulsating thing
Grown into my very skull, so as if it were...
Part of me.
The world is a dizying frenzy,
A madman's love affair for the derely delluded
And still
I sit here rambling like the madman.
For that is who I am. And still this pulsing
Throbbing heartwrenchingly sickening!
Breathe...
Of what shall I speak?
For
This pulsing nightmare,
I fear
Dearest of friends.
Has faded into the abyss...
And yet, I can still hear it.
Feel it.
Taste it, but not touch it.
So of what shall I speak?
And where
Does this end?
And here ladies and gentlemen men is my final draft. And submission.
Oh wow, the going's getting thougher hmmm?
Well, good luck my friend! If you win this won you'll have deserved it.
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