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!
The time forgotten, I lay my sword, Forged in the closet of the liar's word; Slaying the tongue of the tempest soul, Abandoned, iced by wool.
It took too many years, I've realized, To my surprise, I must have died By the word of God, Surmised by hate, I'm a fraud.
I've finally reach an all time high, Even if, to get here, I must have lied; I understand that some words must be said, If I didn't speak, I would be dead.
Penetrate the enemy of my lord, To die right here for his hoard; I'm a soldier of my heart, The bitter end tastes so tart.
The day has come, forever wait, Incarcerated hate; I'll take them down, 'til I'm dead, With my heart of lead.
They asked me once, straight and blank, Would I die for land To the man, of higher rank, "You must be mad."
Five years on, he came around, We met again; The question struck, as was bound, "I'd never die, for the hound, I'd kill for men."
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Young boys often see, at least in my experience, a wanting of fighting for their country. In my circle of friends in elementary school, we would often dream of going into the Army or Marines. It's a dream still alive in me, perhaps it will be fulfilled. Just some background on the poem.
A child lies sleeping in bed His eyes twitch-twitch under their lids His fingers twitch-twitch round his head Full of dreams and ambitions hid So cleverly within
He dreams up a dream of college Then just as quickly forgets it He trades wealthiness for knowledge Dreams of billions on which he sits The possibilities!
Dreams of fame, actor or rock star Dreams of doctor or architect Dreams, oh dreams! Carry you so far To drop you from the highest set They cannot carry you
Imagining the paths to take So many different choices The roads to build, money to make While listening to the voices
Ah! Suddenly, the boy awakes He tries to stand but he cannot Twitching turns to convulsing shakes In this deadly trap he is caught That hid so cleverly within As he falls so hopelessly All of the possibilities Begin crashing down to the true Falling, they cannot carry you
And everything becomes clear This is no boy, this is a man A man asleep and dreaming here This is no man, but an old man Old man asleep and dreaming here
Dreaming of childhood dreams While listening to the voices They said he could be anything They said there were endless choices But they've forgotten many things Dreaming of childhood dreams They forgot what dreaming will bring When all that you do is to dream Dreaming is only half the fight The one you win by dreaming The rest you win throughout your life By being those dreams, not seeming
Old man, asleep and dreaming here Wakes up to find his dreams all gone As he wakes up, he falls asleep A sleep so endless, dark, and deep That he may never wake again And he was dreaming, in the end.
Dreams of what I could've had Dreams of what I could've been. Dreams of staying so careless Still remain within.
We were asked the first time. You heard Princesses and Astronaunts. Things that were not Tainted by real thoughts.
Then again a few years later. Like being a Doctor and saving lives, Or a Cop, Putting away all the bad guys. Still simple, still free. No one thought about how hard it would be.
Hope in my Hands ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A latern was lit For every child ever born Up to them to decide where to take it Invisible to everyone But the young and the hopeful Knowing enough to have a dream Every child reaches out Hands streched towards the sky Hoping, praying, for inspiration, for light A little girl, there She fell asleep crying But still, she wished on a star She said, "God, please, please, if tonight is my last My dream is that you take my soul." And that boy, over there He's afraid to dream Afraid that he will be mocked But every night Locked in the dark He says, "I wish I could fly Becauser then I would be free." Every child has a lantern, lit from birth And few actually see it But those who do Catch the light in little hands And carry hope in there hands. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Free-verse, pretty quickly written. Enjoy
As I lay with comfort, on a feather filled matress, sleep grabs me unawares. I slowly greet repose.
Morpheus! Do me a little more! How I like it's sweet-sour savor! Lead to me the son of Nyx, bringer of sweet-tempered memories.
When I was a boy pure of heart, mother asked me with earnest voice: will you later be straight and true? Yes, mother! I will. Six winters I saw.
Morpheus! Do me a little more! How I like it's sweet-sour savor! Lead to me the son of Nyx, bringer of sweet-tempered memories.
I played with brother all day long, sometimes he asked me with cute eyes: will you be my brother for eternity? Yes, brother! I will. Six springs I saw.
Morpheus! Do me a little more! How I like it's sweet-sour savor! Lead to me the son of Nyx, bringer of sweet-tempered memories.
I played with legos from dawn to dusk. Father came to me, and asked with deep voice: What will you become? An engineer? Yes, yes! I will. Six summers I saw.
Morpheus! Do me a little more! How I like it's sweet-sour savor! Lead to me the son of Nyx, bringer of sweet-tempered memories.
When I was an engineer, smart and rich, As I strolled along my buildings, I thought: will there be any more than this? No, no! I presume. Eighty-seven autumns I saw.
Morpheus! Stop it, stop it! How I dislike the bitterness of the now! Keep away the son of Nyx, reminder of pains I now endure!
Childhood, three seasons of life, Winter, spring and summer! Childhood is such a short season, and all the rest is fall.
Holy crapola. This is probably going to be the fiercest competition I've ever entered. I probably shouldn't have made a seperate post just to say this, but most of these poems are really good, and I just had to say it. XD My poem is still in the editing phase. :P
I take my rocket ship into the final frontier Now I'm a shepard, getting my sheep ready to shear I shave all the wool, and make a sheet In conscious my imagination flows on repeat
Now I'm the new sheriff in town I tip my oiled hat to a lady in a gown My opponent stands across from me in the forlorn land a tumbleweed scoots across the sand i squint across, eying that cowpoke I'm about to show him my accuracy is no joke In one fluid movement, i fire 1 slug he drops like a sack o stones, no grave needs to be dug The smell of gunpowder lingers in the air I'm the town hero, no need to care
I dive as the grenades detonate Never mind the enemy, I'm top-rate My covert operation is compromised But I'm taking a lot more fire than I realized Wilfire 2-1, expedite mission, how copy? I may be outnumbered, but their skills are sloppy These heartless commies got nothing on the USA It's the noble patriots that will have the day My gun is blazing into the night But I have one trump card that will win this fight I sprint towards the window Then I detonate my c4, punishing my foe I fly into the night, out of the glass I see the water below me, one dark mass I splash into the deep I see the inferno, but I don't hear a peep Another proud day for the country of liberty and grace But now I need to swim back to base
As the child's mind ebbs and flows with each dream, imagination grows The child begins to snore But I know what they are thinking is no bore
I'm not cavalry? *Cries* Experimenting with poem form. Woot.
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I used to live a land of smiles A joyful isolated isle
I stayed in my crystal globe Pressed my face against the glass Decided that my world was Everything worth knowing I built my kingdom Of oceans and mountains Dragons vanquished, And demons conquered I created my own winding paths Or so I thought.
"The skyâs the limit" They all told me, Just live your life as long as you're free
My globe had a painted sky And that illusion was enough for me I dreamt my dreams I thought the sky was All but unreachable But under my growing weight The crystal bent And it cracked. I wanted to save my world. I couldn't.
I fell and fell back down to earth, I dropped, stranded, to the cold hard dirt.
The shards of glass rained In them I could see myself All my shallow dreams That blew away in the wind. The shattered pieces Of my imaginary world Even now they fall They cut and rip I can't move from here. I'm stranded from my past.
I often wish for my younger days When all I did was dream and play
I catch myself yearning For my painted blue walls When the world was mine When my paths were crystal clear. All around is a rusty plain. My future is too far away to see, Lost on the horizon, Maybe someday I'll finally stand up And find what lies beyond There's no need for dreaming here.
Iâll journey to the edge to find my way Though my glassy scars are forever to stay
