I have been noticing a lot of poetry on the site recently, and I thought it would be nice to have a friendly little poetry competition. There will be a weekly theme, and the entries will be judged by one of the moderators or administrators. This week's theme will be "Water." The deadline is Saturday, August 2nd. The winner will be awarded 25 Armor Points.
OK, the voting is done, and the winner of the first week's poetry contest is KingRyan! I see some great submissions coming in already for this week, keep up the great work!
The winning poems will be posted here, where they will receive their merit and be able to show off their winning work! I can't wait to see what other great submissions we get!
Men working in the fields, womens' hands serving meals, Children laugh and play, they do not work all day, So strange is work, to be a lowly clerk, eight hours of stress, only to have enough for dress, small breaks in the day, to try and relieve our dismay, we all want to have fun everyday, but the iron wall of work is in the way.
We all know that the poem must be original, but it also must be created for the competition. This makes it more fair, since this is a time-based competition.
That sea of white, Spreading across the horizon, Seemingly bigger than oceans, Deeper than mysteries, The anchor that keeps you stuck to a desk. Drowning in a sea of white. When you could be enjoying life all that you feel ahead is that sea of white. It is there too buy your food That sea of paper supports you All the while killing you. And the truth is you simply are drowning in a sea of white.
Ok Dragon Mistress, this time I just wrote a fresh poem for the topic.
A Warm Spring Day
A red sun shining on a warm spring day The boy struggles within the dense fray Pressure from others, telling him what to do This way or the other; which will he choose?
Immediate joy with the friends he so loves Or immediate work into which he is shoved? Pushed around and tired by the tasks he is fed Or happily living, no cares, no tears to be shed?
So he forsakes his wise parents and his sister at home Runs away happily with ease and shirking his throne He party's by night and sleeps through the day But a large cloud is threatening to blanket with gray
Time now is passing; a boy he's no more And into adulthood, what treasures are in store? Scavenging for food; living day to day This is the return for putting forth no pay
Now his days are cloudy, and filled with much misery Suddenly he sees his sister through eyes that are teary She stands beneath a red sun shining on a warm spring day Her life now a pleasant rest, from the price already paid
Yeah...I think I was high when I wrote that poem. What I meant to say was that work is crap and you should party your whole life XD, lol jk. Even I must admit that it is worth the trouble to get a nice job...then you can party! yay
Work huh? I'm going to drop something unofficial because it was lulz.
I know you need extension
I'm sick of my thesis, stuck to a deadline, Don't need this from morning to bedtime, Glued to my desk in front of my laptop, No rest, no wonder I'm called Strop, Slapping down lines commit grammatical crimes, My mind keeps drifting to these wicked rhymes, And I keep hitting backspace, sweat on my face, soon, I'll be too late, my grades will be ruined, Why did I let myself procrastinate, Now, I'm at the mercy of cruel fate, It's a catch twenty two when it got you it screws- Your whole life up (it got me!) too, Display the clock like a red alert, Time waits for no man, so get to work, Yet I'm still bludging, I'll get to fudging- The refs., so let's lay bets and I'll still come up- Around to the word count, I'm finding some good stuff I can- Plug in the paper this ain't fit in a stapler, Four ring binder, a digital viewfinder, For fifty two pages, that goes on for ages, Paste in the pics, an appendix, I hope I don't need the hyperlinks, When I'm finished, I need a proofreader stat, With skills, like a beaureaucrat,
I'm going mad.
(Get it? It's a reference to I Know You got Soul hehe :P)
