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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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Phesant is a bird. Just so you know.
Seems I was right.
The fox...is keen.
You win less sarcasm than usual.
Congrats.
Phesant is a bird. Just so you know.
Yes I'm aware, but in regards of the circumstences, I deduced peasant was the right word. Seeing how the phesant is a prideful and beautiful bird, the term ''mere'' would have seemed a little out of place.
You win less sarcasm than usual.
I'm gald to hear it my friend. You know, I think we'd get along fine if we'd meet.
Oh well, back to the writing table for me; I'll be less busy by the end of March so you'll probably hear more of me buddy.
Sweet Victory
The buzzer blasts it shrill sound,
but to us, that sound is sweet.
Arms are thrown up in the air
Our victory's complete.
Chosen by all to fall short,
considered to have no chance,
we fought on, defied them all.
Now, my friends, we celebrate.
For winning the game, defying
the odds, our upset complete;
Could victory taste sweeter?
My first attempt at this contest in a while, but I did my best.
Battle Victor
The battle horn cries.
See them clash together.
One mans sword through another mans leather.
He falls to the ground,Without another sound.
They are the winners,They are the best.
They are the champions,They are Victors.
But does it really matter,all those victories.
Why must they fight,a fight that isn't theirs.
Victory, Failure
The breadth of a second,
The width of a hair,
The wink of a moment,
The step of a stair,
The slightest of pushes,
Pushes you to be worst,
The slightest of pauses,
Pauses your chance to be first,
Winning or losing,
The glory of gold,
Winning is best,
Or so I am told,
Winning means money,
Fame, Fortune and Cheer,
While losing means sorrow,
Breakdowns and tears,
I've never been a winner,
Striving to win,
I've never been lost,
Not knowing where to begin,
Losing, for me,
Is a chance to stop,
Losing, for me,
Isn't that far of a drop,
For if you don't win,
We all know that you'll lose,
And that, people say,
Is not what they would choose.
I'd like to feel strong,
Even while being told I am weak,
Arriving dead last,
But not at all meek,
So let the winners win,
Running alone, and most strong,
And let the losers stay behind,
Tired out, but not wrong,
Who says we have to win? I may be a bit late,
But I say losing, and losing is great.
First poetry contest...sorry if it sucks.
No more entries shall be accepted at this time. Judging will be posted between now and Saturday night.
Though Wolf, all of them until Waluigi are late, they will still be judged?
That is not very convenient.
Though Wolf, all of them until Waluigi are late, they will still be judged?
That is not very convenient.
The next deadline is March 24 2011
So actually, none of them are late.
So it is convenient.
So actually, none of them are late.
So it is convenient.
Oops, I thought it was March 20th, my bad, I apologize.
3rd Place: TackyCrazyTNT
Victory, Failure
The breadth of a second,
The width of a hair,
The wink of a moment,
The step of a stair,
The slightest of pushes,
Pushes you to be worst,
The slightest of pauses,
Pauses your chance to be first,
Winning or losing,
The glory of gold,
Winning is best,
Or so I am told,
Winning means money,
Fame, Fortune and Cheer,
While losing means sorrow,
Breakdowns and tears,
I've never been a winner,
Striving to win,
I've never been lost,
Not knowing where to begin,
Losing, for me,
Is a chance to stop,
Losing, for me,
Isn't that far of a drop,
For if you don't win,
We all know that you'll lose,
And that, people say,
Is not what they would choose.
I'd like to feel strong,
Even while being told I am weak,
Arriving dead last,
But not at all meek,
So let the winners win,
Running alone, and most strong,
And let the losers stay behind,
Tired out, but not wrong,
Who says we have to win? I may be a bit late,
But I say losing, and losing is great.
When I first started to read this poem I was thinking it would be about how we should all strive to win. However, I enjoyed that you turned losing into something positive. How you make the winners seem isolated way up front, and yet, all the losers at the back seem to have each other's back somehow. The poem is fairly simple, but it has a fairly steady rhyme scheme and a nice even flow. As for critism please check your flow, near the end, the last few stanzas broke away from the gentle flow of the majority of the poem. While it is nothing too critical it is nice if the flow remained. Also, please watch the rhyme scheme, again you don't break it up badly, but it still gets broken. Nice work.
2nd Place: Kingjac
Battle Victor
The battle horn cries.
See them clash together.
One mans sword through another mans leather.
He falls to the ground,Without another sound.
They are the winners,They are the best.
They are the champions,They are Victors.
But does it really matter,all those victories.
Why must they fight,a fight that isn't theirs.
Short and to the point. The message is one of tragic heroic stands, and how those of noble means often find some ignoble end. What I enjoyed the most about this poem was the clear and to the point imagery. You bring something of a larger scale, what I assume is a battle, to a more personal level, with a clash between two individual enemies. I suggest that you clean up the way your future poems flow. The second stanza is something I found jarring because it was too repetitive. To avoid this perhaps look into using a variety of diction.
1st and Merit Winner: Waluigi
Sweet Victory
The buzzer blasts it shrill sound,
but to us, that sound is sweet.
Arms are thrown up in the air
Our victory's complete.
Chosen by all to fall short,
considered to have no chance,
we fought on, defied them all.
Now, my friends, we celebrate.
For winning the game, defying
the odds, our upset complete;
Could victory taste sweeter?
Congratulations. This poem is another one that is simple and to the point. I enjoyed how you told the story of an underdog team in such a brief span of words. The flow is nice, and despite it being broken in the second stanza I found it to work. To me the second stanza was an interlude, a moment as if time had stopped and the vitors looked back on what was expected to happen. And then, you move right into the thrid stanza as if that moment didn't exist. Very well done indeed.
The next theme is: Tales of The Fallen
Deadline: April 5, 2011
**A note to those who enter: Do not be daunted by some of the themes I choose. I wish to test the creativity of the community. Some of the future themes will be interesting indeed. Enjoy and good luck.
I'm gonna get the over with now...is it okay if I use a poem that I wrote a little while ago on the forums? I hope so.
First they were so eager,
Their eyes were bright and sharp,
They headed off to the front,
With excitement in their hearts
They drummed out a marching beat,
Their feet pounding the ground,
Then the warriors began to fall,
A heavy, muffled sound.
Grayness clouds the eyes,
of a man fading from life,
Such sorrow and broken hope,
Such horror and strife.
His arm falls limply to his side,
His sword falls from his hand,
This is what death does to us
The horrible end of man.
The saddening tales of the fallen,
the fallen and the true,
Let their stories find your heart
And their dreams fall onto you.
is it okay if I use a poem that I wrote a little while ago on the forums? I hope so.
It's clearly stated in the rules that you must submit a poem specially created for this contest.
So no, sorry.
I'm sad my Charlie Sheen poem didn't make the cut, darn!
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