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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Judging may be delayed again. I am having computer troubles right now, but hopefully I'll have something posted by Wednesday. I apologize for these past few rounds.
Tis past thine midweek; come the morrow shalt be the sabbath. Near a fortnight hath passed. Nay! the contest doth remain unjudged!
I felt like posting in Old English for some reason. Seriously though, the judging time shouldn't take longer than the contest. Ernie15 decided to wait until this contest is judged before judging the Haiku Contest, so people there are getting very impatient.
I apologize profusely. My computer has been on a series of multiple malfunctions this week. It has taken long hours of work just to have it functioning properly again. I've also been pulling nine hour shifts all week. Again, I am sorry for this monstrosity of a delay and shall have the results posted posthaste.
Well, once more I find myself apologizing, though this time I finally have your results. Unfortunatly I have been suffering multiple crashes, and other technical errors, so again I apologize for such a late judging.
3rd Place: Invisibleninjagirl
Remember being young, spirited and care-free?
Not a worry in the world, just being happy.
Going out of your way to blow a dandilion,
Making selfish wishes, having heard none's crying.
Remember turning five, they shipped you away?
But you did not care, for you came home everyday.
Or maybe they kept you at home to learn,
To wonder of the world, of what you could earn.
Remember graduating, from the first state of learning?
Were you 11, or 12, or did you stay and keep earning?
It was a beautiful time, full of new hopes, new dreams,
But there was soon a new place, full of gloom and greed.
Remember attending the all new school?
Full of mean girls and bullies, you learn people are cruel
But, yet, you kept bright, on the right path.
For that, I am proud, of your chosen track.
Think of what's ahead, a whole other world!
Finished learning, a passion, growing more bold.
Someday, getting married, having kids of your own,
Turning a cold house into your warm home.
And yes, someday, you will grow old.
Someday, you'll be through, and become cold.
But, child, worry not, about when your time will pass,
For today, and forever, you have a world to attack
A fair piece of writing, no doubt. It reminds me of something I wrote years ago, though this is far mor structured. The theme of growth and changing with life is well displayed. Not too much else to say, overall it is well rounded.
2nd Place: Ernie15
The universe cares not that you are here,
What are you but a lonely speck of dust?
Existence, less than what it may appear.
You need not shout, for you they will not hear.
And if they do, they'll cry out in disgust.
The universe cares not that you are here.
Your purpose in this world is not so clear.
It's neither beneficial nor unjust.
Existence, less than what it may appear.
Continuing to fade away each year,
You realize you barely cease to rust.
The universe cares not that you are here.
The story of your life is insincere.
There's nobody alive who you can trust.
Existence, less than what it may appear.
Let go of everything you've ever feared.
Make all your goals and wisdom more robust.
The universe cares not that you are here.
Existence, less than what it may appear.
An excelent display of how insignificant we appear in the grand scheme of things. The undercurrent of how the subject is being inflicted with this mentallity from without and within is nicely done, and gives the poem a great deal of depth, that it would, in some cases lack. Well done.
1st Place and Merit Winner: Quirinus1
Dad
The moment of my joyous birth,
when I came to the cruel earth,
you say golden tears you cried,
for your son, your heir, your pride.
There you stand, your arms now fold,
you just look, your attitude is bold,
the man that defends, he who protects,
is brave, still nothing he expects.
The most bright I never was,
in music and song I was apt,
just another kid in class,
a thing you must accept.
There you sit, hair almost white.
So gentle and so kind, simple and outright.
Such pain as this, who had ever thought,
the torments that you sought.
I did not what you wanted me,
the things that I do best,
though you just can't see,
I do better than the rest.
There you lie, your face wearied,
all the suffering that you carried,
is all relieved utmost quick,
the tumors die that you made sick.
I found that despite the uneven flow of the poem, it work to its advantage. I truly enjoyed how you reflected the theme not only to the father, but to the son as well. I also found it interesting how you seemed to show two sides to the father, a man of gentle understanding, yet tired through his disappointment in who his son truly is.
Well, that's that. Once more I'm sorry for this overly long delay, hopefully I can get this computer running again properly. Unless you feel the need to replace me?
However, barring your unruly mobbing for my overthrow I shall present you the next theme: Timing
Due date: Aug 10, 2011
There seems to be a certain level of irony with the theme. XD
Good job Quirinus.
I stare at the clock
A key turns in the lock
I rub gently at my sock
Which is wrapped around my 19th century brass ornament
Timing Is Everything
Loafing in an empty place
Two parts of me are in a daring race
I try to keep up pace
I remember your skin
Soft as lace
Is it all worth the chase?
Why must you leave me, as a wilting rose?
Are you off to something better? I suppose.
Moving away to a faraway state
I must make my choice, it is getting late
To nervous to confess?
Or too in love to want anything less
Than to tell you of my passion
Telling people my feelings is'nt usualy my fashion
But you are a golden exception
The TV is on
A steady lull to my ears
I listin, but do not hear
See, but do not view
My situation is too immersing
What should i say to you? I should start rehersing
Staring at the second hand as it glides
I try to find bravery, but it so often hides
There is a plethora of things i must vent
If i don't tell you, i will surley repent
Now I am indubitably sure
I throw on shoes and burst out the front door
Cars and trucks bustling down the avenue
Trying not to be hit, but my mind is on you
I walk briskley arounf the corner of your street
And when i gaze at your house, what is there for me to meet?
A U-Haul truck lurching away
And with it is all i have to say
For you are physicaly gone forever
Another low point in my love endeavor
My thoughts are booming
Your presence in my mind will be forever looming
Due date now approaching faster,
working time running low, lower...
Panic rises with my realization;
the error of my procrastination.
No progress started upon this paper
too much of "ut-it-off-till-later".
Attention to time, none had been paid;
failure seems now to've been maid.
Shortened night passes, exhausted from work,
my paper, BS'ed, but completed, it works.
Realizing again the trouble to myself
Procrastination caused; dumb lazy self.
We've all been in this situation . Procrastination does count as timing, no? Anyway, I'm back in the thread (I hope).
The Milky-Way Waltz
Ensnared by greater gravity,
Breaking out, I aim for you.
Comets impact the hardened ground,
I whisper to the dark heavens:
That the truth is...
Yeah, the truth is...
Interrupted by the cosmos,
Brought back to Earth by my failed pride.
Alone, I grovel in the dust,
And speak my heart to the terrain:
That the truth is...
Yeah, the truth is...
The galaxies just flit between;
They ignore my worthless tears.
I break the universal clock,
And spill what I've been holding in:
That the truth is... I love you.
Yeah, the truth is... I love you.
Then I crawl back
Into your loving arms.
Then I crawl back
Into your loving arms.
This is my most offensive poem ever made. I must sincerly ask any emotionally unstable people not to read this, for their own sake, and for my sake. I truly do not wish to hurt a single one of you, the armorgamers.
The place, the timing, the climax
The essence of the perfect joke,
a joke we call human life,
lays in multiple components,
and these I shall explain.
Hear ye, hear ye,
the perfect pun,
is gonna be.
One,
the place,
it is least important,
it could be anywhere!
Two,
the timing,
take your time,
wait for the perfect moment!
Five,
-three sir,
the climax,
or not:
Hitler.
As of 11:59pm tonight submissions will be closed. As of right now there are only four entries, and only three of which are eligible to win a merit.
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