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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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Well, I placed. ( I think? )
Anyway... here's a poem.
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.
_____
I know this isn't really EXACTLY Independence Day, but this is like a part one thing.
Part two?
_____
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.
_____
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.
Tyrant
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.
Signed,
An Former Unreliable Judge
And the entries are closed! Expect results within the next few hours!
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!
See y'all next round!
Friday, July 20!
This day will hence forth be known as Batman Day. >.> Dark Knight Rises comes to theatres then. DON'T JUDGE ME!
DON'T JUDGE ME!
Well, if you enter a poem, I'm going to have to! That's just the way the contest works... xD
Summer
Summertime lovin'.
Who can forget the weather
When it is so hot?
Yeah, I know, it sucks. Dont even bother grading it. It sucks. I'm better at haikus, guess I really just dont care enough today to actually make a poem so...DEAL WITH IT!
Within the Garden
What silence this? Unlooked for bliss;
Amid tender garden, your look does harden.
And then in moonlight's glow softens.
So sweet a form I have not seen,
From one ocean to the next
And all the shores between.
Hush. Let silence wrap us close.
Let the moon be our only guide.
Ah! Warm embrace, tender parting lips.
The west wind stirs gilded locks of hair,
Oh so entwined... So beautiful.
Eyes locking, all is silent, no talking.
No words spoken, lest this moment be broken.
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.
As yet another formerly unreliable judge, I agree with this as well. And as Parsat said I cannot believe we didn't think of this sooner >_>
Hey, yeah I know I'm REALLY late in seeing the other few pages....
But it's a good thing Gantic took away the merit.
Skeleton, no REAL offense to you but your lack of experience is appalling and the fact that Nicho or Mav let you take the place of a judge is just horrid. Shame on both of them for not holding this contest in higher regard.
As soon as a merit reward came about, that took this contest to a different level from all of the others. It shouldn't be like the other silly contests there are here. If a MERIT (Note, A merit is for being an outstanding AGer, not some newb who was lucky) is awarded, it's for a reason. The sight of this thread is pitiful. It's a shadow of what it used to be.
Again Skeleton, I don't have any opinion of you personally, but you have no thread to show me your poetry or anything artistic about you, and that's like having an engineer perform a heart transplant. You just don't freaking do that.
Mav and Nicho should have waited for one of the two, or try to get a previous judge to fill in. Not just wave a flag and let the bystander take it.
This contest always had a merit. Please note that a decision will be made next week where it will have been one month without a merit prize.
I am an engineer and I can totally not perform any of the medical stuff Strop can perform.
This was horrible D:
fighting the wars
slamming on all the doors
killing inncocent people
in war no one is equal
there will be many sequels
and way to many prequels
independence is a lie
they just want us all to die
they cannot be trusted
their skilled are rusted
i can see through their crap
i can even turn it into a rap
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