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!
Yes! I love this topic! I wanted this one really bad.
I also have a question: The poem must include a utopia, and cannot have any problems, correct? For example, the person talks about how perfect the town/world/etc. is, but then there is a flaw...which would not make it a utopia...see where I am going? Or should I clarify...?
I'm pretty sure this poem will fit within the width limitations, but if it doesn't it's better viewed in Notepad.
And you know... How about some poems written by DragonMistress! If she's not too busy.
Eternal
it may be perfect here to sit under this tree upon this hill with its wat- er gent- ly fall- ing in \\\\ this Eden with \\\\ these people who know not of \\\\ that quintessential (,) ephemeral pain from \\\\ those loved ones who go away (!) because after \\\\ i look at myself i always wonder how much of // you looks for me as i always wander (?) well beyond // your horizons and wonders if i will one day return for // you know that we will always belong together (.) even in // this place where no one does and love is without jealousy and for \\\\ everyone because no one belongs to anyone and no one minds that in // the end when they arrive unburdened they have the love of all but as i sit under this \\\\ tree of life i want to return to you as i see an apple fall and roll far from this perfect tree. Q
A Utopia is a perfect society. It can be a place of socioeconomic equality where everything is shared by the community, which is a like socialist society but possibly without the government. Paradise, like idea of Eden and Heaven. A society where pestilence, war, famine, and possibly death are no longer problems. Whatever would make a perfect society.
And I made a mistake in my entry. That last under is supposed to be on the next line with this on the other side of the backslashes.
also have a question: The poem must include a utopia, and cannot have any problems, correct? For example, the person talks about how perfect the town/world/etc. is, but then there is a flaw...which would not make it a utopia...see where I am going? Or should I clarify...?
I'm really not too nit-picky about the theme. It can be a realistic or non-realistic Utopia (realistic being that people still die, get sick, etc. and unrealistic being the opposite, for example). If you have a really good idea but it doesn't fit in a small way or another, don't worry about it.
Perfection timeless non-existent that's why I can't see it I can't see the utopia I know that it's out there somewhere somehow but I nor you can see it
we may be blind- through loss and anger and sadness -to utopia
but I can feel it I can feel the edges soft, silky, smooth warm wrapping around any good deed not any good person
any good person has flaws
utopia doesn't
good people aren't in utopia good people are human good people are here with me and you
These are all really good! There is a tough competition this week.
Note: the town's name is pronounced Thistle-eye. Here is my poem:
The Town of Thistleigh by mvpguy22
Did you ever visit to Thistleigh? It was quite a pretty town, says I. It had perfect homes with perfect streets, And perfect birds with perfect tweets. Perfect weather all the time, And perfect bells with perfect chimes. That was all I heard before I went to Thistleigh, But I learned that there was more,and it caught my eye.
Entering through the great Violet Door, You stopped and stared at perfection, nothing more. It gleamed and shined every color and hue, Of purple you can imagine, even some blue. Getting through was not a task to take lightly, You had to beg and bribe slightly, But once I got through, what an amazing sight! Everything was perfect, everything was just right.
I walked the streets of Thistleigh, Waving to all the townspeople, who all said,"hi!" I saw happy families, with healthy kids, And a few dogs that were abnormally big. At twelve o'clock, right on the dot, It was time for lunch, and nobody forgot! The food was scrumptious, oh so delish! I wish I could have another dish.
Now I'm really sorry to tell you, my friend, That this is where the perfection ends. For when I closed my eyes and smelled the breeze, I let out the most gigantic sneeze. The germs once inside of me landed on a girl, And she turned green, and begn to hurl. From that point, the people began to fall, Like dominoes, not one, but all.
I ran out, stricken with guilt, As I dystroyed the only perfect city built, I hid in the shadows, and let out a cry, For all of those from Thistleigh.
Islands of green grass with beautiful shining blue sky as it looked as water.No pollution and were animals will sing and sing until crying babies stopped crying and went to sleep into their sweet dreams.Dolphins jumping majestically out of the water after the sun rose in the horizon.Birds chirping a lullaby and make the morning a new bright day for life.A place were people say "Thank you Jesus for giving me one more day for my life.Thank you Jesus for letting me have a beautiful family and amazing friends that are always there for me.
That is my kind of world that would make me happy. I say too"Thank you Jesus for letting me have another breath and a beautiful life in this world" I Love You.
