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).
Yes yes! It shall be done some time during saturday.
3rd Place: Zakyman
The Fall
"Hark!" the angels cry
For the Lord is approaching near.
A great war before us
To the end of Time.
The Devil Lucifer
His armies march across the clouded sky
On his way to destroy
The last piece of peace.
"To arms! To arms!"
All the voices cry out at once,
Blood rains down from the sky
And the earth trembles.
A great roar
As the two armies crash
A noise so great the trumpets cannot be heard
The lyres and harps cannot be strummed.
Is this what they promised me?
The ones with crosses and stars.
I was told this would be Heaven
Not a battlefield of Hell.
For the clouds are crashing to bits
And the Kingdom of God crumbling.
Its very foundation, the faith of the masses
Is being destroyed.
A great cry rings out through the land
The Devil's pitchfork is stabbed through our Lord.
He falls to His knees.
The Devil has won.
This is not what I was promised.
Not a cemetery of hate and destruction.
Clouds, pastures, and angels.
Is what they told me.
The Devil has taken over
His followers march upwards.
While we the righteous,
Are buried below.
I refuse.
I will not go below the earth.
I pick up a shard of cloud,
My throat is slit.
The feeling of the end
Comes upon my body.
All around demons are laughing.
I am burning up.
This is the end.
The battle is finished.
All of the Good Lord's followers smitten.
This hurts like Heaven.
Hopeless Romantic
My heart quivers in your soft hands,
Fluttering; it beats a an uneven staccato,
I was dwelling in a distant fairyland,
When you squeezed out its last echo.
You played with my gullible soul,
As a cat toys with a ball of string,
Cunning thief, my innocent mind you stole,
Into my ears sweet tunes you did sing.
I hate myself with a dark brooding,
When I recall all your hollow words,
That a spider spun, who were you deluding?
Yet to hold a bitter grudge; that's absurd.
Because love's web still ensnares me,
Forever angelic in my blind eyes,
The manipulative Devil I refuse to see,
This pain I'll blame on poker-face lies.
Shut out all my friends' simple advise,
Every one of your critics is my enemy,
Unrequited love is my one incurable vice,
As my affection stews paradoxically.
I'm in Hell but my imagination conceals,
Hypocritically I clutch at the irony,
As your knowing smile cruelly kills,
All you've spared is the gripe of misery.
Sobering thoughts of a hopeless romantic,
You left me hurting like its Heaven,
My love for you defies rational logic,
Throbbing anguish of passions overdriven.
It skims dainty like milky clouds
My fingertips on your snowflake skin
Along with the bland morning ether
Shone through the windows with force
And as I slip ever lower on you
With feints as if to gladly trouble
Your flimsy thread of quaint sleep
You toss and turn as I grin over
Until you finaly wake up, hesitating
Upon what you should give in to
The envy of pleasing your needing senses
Or the ire of being secretly desired
Or both?
It pervades through the days and days
The consuming in your little cage
Bequeath to me that sprouting doubt
In a passionate and regretful embrace
And as I possess you like many a time before
Wondering if it's reasonnable
The surge comes like rippling water
Reminding me of those times together
Reflecting on the ephemeral pleasure
While you clean the shame off yourself in the shower
It was never as good as when we were together
An addendum that hurts like heaven
So I'm guessing Nicho's left you speechless then?
I didn't think mine was that bad. Shows how we can be blinded by our supposed self-significance.
Also, whats the new theme and due date?
>.> Sorry about that.
Nicho's poem was well crafted and I enjoyed the dark selfreflection of the speaker. It can reach me on a very personal level and was a close first place. I had a hell of a time with the judging for this round to be sure.
As for the theme: Paradise Lost and the deadline is the 22.
Sorry for that guys I'm still working on papers for school.
Congratulations Fallen.
Paradise Lost huh, that seems strangely familiar, but I'm too lazy to google it.
Paradise Lost is the 12 book epic about the fall of man written by John Milton. I'm reading it in English right now so that's why it's the theme. Be creative and don't just stick to religious imagery PLEASE.
I'm surprised to have won actually, I figured it'd be a close call but I thought nicho'd steal it away. In any case, thank you very much.
By Jove wolf I'm reading that now too.
I am one of the few here who hasn't read/isn't reading it, but to add to the coincidences, on the night of the 12th, I was researching the origins of the term Lucifer for a discussion in WEPR. One of the illustrations Wiki used was from PL, which sidetracked me to reading about it, by which time MageGrayWolf already explained the point I was going to make, so I went to AMW and noticed the new contest theme.
Better start writing poetry! Chop chop! I might write something just for kicks.
Wait! Does my poem have to be about a paradise being lost? Or can I just show a paradise and violently rip it away?
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