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Forums → Art, Music, and Writing → Periodic Poetry Contest - Theme: Touch of Truth (Page 390, due Jan. 28)
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).
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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My name is Guy
Guy says hi
Guy likes pie
Guy would die for pie
Guy would buy lots of pie,
if he could sell his Rye
but he canât, so he will sigh
Guy tried to make fast food and fries,
But Guy burned his eye
It even made him cry
Now he wonât even try
Guy tried to be sly,
Yes, he actually tried to steal pie!
But he was caught, and when he was questioned,
Guy did not lie
Guy was jailed, and then shouted, âWHY!â
Guy tried to escape, the bars he tried to pry,
But he was still stuck there, even in July
But then, there came a man, wearing a fancy bow tie
He said, âcome out, donât be shy.â
Guy went with the man,
who owned a factory full of pie!
The man said, âI need you to test my flavors of pie.â
Guy finally had what he wanted ,yes!
He finally had some pie
sorry about the gibberish,it just came out like that
The Battle of the Gingerbread People
Hello, my name is Carl Brickabraak,
Yes, the one you never knew,
I live in a very unusual shack,
My schnauzer is a strange shade of blue.
This battle began on a very dull day,
I didn't know what to do,
To every suggestion, my mind said, "Nay"
And I'd finished every single Winnie the Pooh.
Then the thought came to my mind,
It brought itself out from nowhere,
That I'd do some things of the baking kind,
And so, "I'll do some baking!" I did declare.
Something went wrong in the process,
Some mistake that I didn't see,
At some point my lack of alertness,
Made it all go down at a quarter to three.
I checked on the cookies,
And one lunged at my throat,
But to battle, I am no rookie,
So, I drowned him in a nearby root beer float.
But there were dozens of them,
All raring to fight,
I burned some with a fire gem,
My schnauzer helped with some bites.
I ran right out of MP,
Things were not looking good,
But I was not about to flee,
After all, this is my 'hood!
With some milk, I lashed out,
For everyone can deduce,
With cookies, using it's just the best route,
And works far better than any orange juice.
They just kept returning,
How were there so many?
And though many were now burning,
There were still at least twenty.
However, they all came together,
They formed the boss of this level,
He took away the nice sunny weather,
And summoned the rage of the Devil.
I said, "Not in my house!",
Then gave a great big yell,
With burning oil, I doused,
And sent him straight back to...uh...heck.
It's all over now, it's been a long time,
My schnauzer has long since turned yellow,
And though it is just made of slime,
I still faint at the sight of person-shaped Jell-O
FOR THE WIN!!!
Shark7996 that was very funny approach...I liked it. Good work!
Lol, Shark, that was pretty awesome.
Your rhythm could use a few adjustments, but it is a very fun poem, I enjoyed it.
Long narrative poem. I'm not sure I'll finish it, but here is the first part if it's acceptable. I might finish up by the deadline if I have time.
Tales of White Rabbit
Listen closely to the Winds, hear Red Fox lament
For White Rabbit has eluded him again.
Listen closely to the Winds, hear Gray Wolf howl
For White Rabbit has escaped his grasps again.
He was borne of the Sun and Earth in the season new
Blessed with briskness by the Boreal Breeze
In a house hollowed in the fertile earth
Beneath the greenest grass upon the ground.
He grew restless in his green refuge
And so wended his way westward.
The third day drew him toward his destination.
Thereupon he came upon a warren of his brethren.
The lapin marvelled at his pure white pelt,
White as snow and bright as the Sun could shine.
So respected, they then made him their King.
By the fifth came his Brother Red Fox,
Borne of the Sun and the Earth in the season new,
Blessed with cunning by the Western Wind
In a house upon the Western Forest edge
By the greenest grass upon the ground.
White Rabbit, Warren King, welcomed Brother.
His subjects marveled at Red Fox's fiery fur,
Red as berries, radiant as the setting Sun.
White Rabbit, Warren King, honored Brother.
He held the finest feast for Red Fox.
In his haste he forgot to invite the honoree.
His brother, Red Fox, proud as he is cunning, spoke:
"You slight your brother for your brethren,
These simple-minded lapin who placed you in their palace.
I shall have my due respect and my taste of that feast."
He then in one swipe swallowed and savored
One lapin before him who stood too close.
Thereupon they found a fear in and of Red Fox.
Red Fox startled by the taste, dashed away in haste.
But the lapin who knew of this saw a vicious villain
And banished White Rabbit from their warren.
Forced from the realm White Rabbit roamed
The hills beyond the horizon for another home
But Red Fox with a taste of lapin had a hunger
And stalked his sibling under the Sun.
Hey, Gantic, nice vocabulary you've got there. I kind of wish your poem rhymed, but that''s just me.
where do we post the poems?
at every sign of danger.
there is no danger
there is no color
there is no life
do you ask
what this is
i tell you
and by forgetting ,
the poem isn't about me
its about you
can i submit 2?
ok, epic poem, didn't see that
i can't hear you
too much noise.
fills the air
he's so loud!
i wake up
Don't think im gay please.
I've been waiting for a forum like this!
All I want is to love you for the rest of my life...
To wake up with you every morning by my side,
Knowing not matter what happens,
I'll be able to come home to your loving arms.
All I want to do is share everything with you...
To talk to you about our ideas, our dreams,
The little everyday things that makes us laugh,
And the not-so-little things we can't help worrying about.
All I want is to give you my love...
As a place you can always come to for acceptance,
Or the simple comfort that silence brings
When things left unsaid are still understood.
All I want is to grow old with you...
To watch our life unfold,
Our dreams, one by one, come true.
All I want is to love you forever!
Great job mentorso 123
Umm...Not to be critical, Juan, but that doesn't really seem like an epic poem, and neither does yours, mentorso. It's supposed to be about a journey or battle, and it's supposed to be fairly long.
When i wake up i feel happy
i think of you I'm sad.
Everything i ever wanted for you went bad.
You throw me to the ground
and i screamed in pain because every little
thing i did for you i did it in vain.
I hope this poem reminds you of the happy things
we have done.Of all the things we loved the best
i threw it out like a big mess and hurt deep, deep inside
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