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!
Unbound He writhes in pain, his face twisted in agony. He beseeches the sky to escape the wanton misery. His cries echo throughout the air. He begins to climb the long stair. And once on top, he is transformed. He is freed, he is reformed. He is the Phoenix, unbound.
Independence, what a funny word, A word many people have never heard. It as different definitions, For people on different missions. What are these missions you say? Let me tell you, away.
Some believe that it is freedom, Can you believe them? A word that seems so far out of grasp, A word that they can just not clasp. But do they give up on it, Not even a little bit.
That is all I have for now. Hopefully I can add more in.
I am but an acorn, growing upon a tree. I have a bunch of acorns in my tree branch family. They make me feel happy when I feel alone, They've grown up around me in our little forest home. Sometimes the wind blows, and we get caught up in the breeze; A few of my acorn friends have fallen with the leaves. I depend on my branch to keep me strong and well, But I know the time will come when I will join those who fell. So days will pass and months will, too, And I will stay through winds that blew and blew, Til one picks me up and carries me away, And then I will find a nice, cozy place to stay. I will make a home in the soft brown soil, Maybe rest for a while, endure Winter's toils, Until I sprout my roots and grow strong and tall, Supporting myself, though I once was small. Yet for now, I am still just a nub on a tree, Though I look forward to days in which I will no longer be.
^^^Tada, obviously these days my mind immediately goes to weird places.
sparkler bombs going off from end to end watching fireworks as they fly and bend sitting on the grass of the dead yet I shall hold down my head knowing that people are dying tortured in their bloody crying the uncaring scum that insult those that die from the cults those that die,or have soon to die all say say goodbye to their family a flood in their head and they are dead escaping from this horrid place their death brought to them from a suitcase and the ****ed of the souls meet the end filled with fiends and gouls.
Reds, Blues Purples and Orange All bursting in the night sky.
Children screaming everywhere. It's the 4th of July!
Country grass Half moon And an emotional cry
Solute the flag It's the 4th of July!
Nothing can beat Getting away from heat Or at least, you try
Everything's perfect It's the 4th of July
Now colors have stopped And everyone walks away Everyone says goodbye
How great was The 4th of July?
A short poem, and not one of my best. But I tried. Older people with more experience will have better luck. Just wanted to try. Bye! Good luck to all who are trying!
As I stare down the barrel to his bayonet knife, I can't help but wonder if I will really lose my life. Fighting for a freedom that seemed so sweet, But reality hit me hard, and it made me knees weak.
I realized that we could never win this war; England's army is our size, times forty-four...
We have farmers with pitchforks And boys with no aim. They have men who have missions, And their whole lives to train.
I look at the redcoat with a smile on my face, I point my gun up, and he meets his fate.
My body runs cold now, and my tears hit the ground, I hope to be remembered, and I hope our freedom is found.
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I know this isn't really EXACTLY Independence Day, but this is like a part one thing.
Part two?
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I hear the rumble of a far-away boom, Probably fireworks, I aptly assume.
People don't even care about the true meaning, They just want to throw parties with barbecue eatings.
I don't care about the parties and fun, I would rather remember the damage that was done.
My ancestors fought for this country's Independence, We went from colonies to a country; an astonishing transcendence.
We parted from the ignorant England, Bid adieu to Europe's control.
And because we fought for our rights, On this wonderful night, We became the nation; free, and whole.
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They are combined into one, but please understand the massive gap in time between the two.
ok, ok i redid it once, i swear this is the final copy
Another poem about freedom
Freedom, is never free, And the moment we stop fighting for it thatâs the moment it will cease to be.
Freedom is a muscle, And it needs be exercised every day Itâs the integral part of the American heart And it can never be taken away.
The socialists and capitalists, At work in our fair country Are the thing we must exercise our muscle on Or it will go into dystrophy. We all must stand as brothers, And on our own as well; Freedomâs fight is forever, or surely it will be quelled
Freedom is never free And the moment you each stop fighting for it, Thatâs the moment it will be taken from ye.
Ageless cretin upon a throne of white; Glimmering dully in the baleful light.
Your world is that of fire and ashes. Nothing but a kingdom of dust to choke on.
No shame, no remose, no love. Your claim is that of throne That none else can hold. Oh masked wretch, what say you to this? Nothing. There is no answer, But the wind.
The peals of thunder across the land, Lighting fires with burning brand, Delivering the justice of steel, Demanding that your slaves kneel; Before throne they cannot see.
I bid you rise, but you are gone. I bid you rebel, but you are gone. I bid you speak, but you are gone. I bid you rebuld, but you are gone.
One man, one rule, one mask, one throne. There he sits, mark him, in the baleful light. There he sits upon his throne, dull white. That cadaver of a chair, all made of bone.
Ruler of a land of dust, you are last, Free to do as you choose forever more. No subjects in which to cast, And beat them bloody on the floor.
We should just have any one judge for three or four rounds, then automatically switch. Possibly a rotation, I don't know. All I know, and this is definitely from firsthand experience, is that all judges eventually find their way out sooner or later. Some it is sooner, others later. I think unreliable, and quite frankly hectic judging with the constant requirement for somebody else to have some initiative is the main reason the contest is fizzling, though it is following the trend in the community as a whole.
Man, you'd think we would have figured this out sooner.
And this round is in the books! I'm only going to do the top 3 this round rather than mention every single entrant, but know that everyone who submitted did a great job!
3rd Place: wolf1991! Great use of vocabulary, gave the poem a very classical, theatrical feel to it! Truly sounds like it was written in an earlier century!
2nd Place: MoonFairy! America's proudest holiday seen from the point of view of two different Americans from completely different centuries... very clever! That time lapse truly made this poem wonderful!
1st Place: zakyman! Not only was your poem original in the sense that it was completely different from all the other entries, but it had an emotional depth to it so strong it could only have come from within! Amazingly written... the sadness and heartache conveyed in this poem are expressed perfectly! Congratulations on your victory!
As for the rest of y'all, I hope to see every single one of you next round! =)
Because it's July, I'll give you an easy and fun theme... the new theme is Summer and the deadline is Friday, July 20!
