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!
Wow an epic poem sorta like the 1 theme. Speaking of themes here is a list of all the themes we have had.
1. Was the style of EPIC---- Judged by DragonMistress 2. School 3. Utopia 4. Books 5. Limericks 6. Drinking tea---Strop 7. Consciousness 8. Moths 9. Make a riddle 10. Out of Context quotes 11. Strop, the Christmas Ninja--- judged by Ubertuna 12. The epic failness of kingryan 13.Zophia 14. Sestinas 15. Im old gregg 16. Narcoleptic dragons 17. Imagery------------------------Judged by Nonamec68 18. Rain-- Judged by Adrecka/me 19. Life 20. The seasons 21. Planets 22. Fear 23. Anxiety-- Judged by Wistress 24. Storms
All can hear the thunder rumble Now is miles away and is humble But quickly nearer to me comes Is here next to all our homes
We see a flash of blinding light We look the clock it should be night After that comes a strong rumble The roof starts slowly to crumble
Still more lightning flashes This one made the old oak tree ashes I have to run and hide in a safe place I run to the other room to the fireplace
After a while we hear now no sound We look at out it's like a battleground The storm seems to have just ended Morning came we will not be more grounded
Still doesn't explain much. Are you saying our poems suck?
I know the statement, "I am just letting you know that I appreciate all the poems, after all, they are all good poems and well thought out." , implies that your poem doesn't suck.
This explores both physical storms, which are seen as bad when they're good, and inner personal storms, which can be seen as good, but are bad. If there are two indentations, then it indicates the start of a new section.
Inverted Storm
They are the epitome of cliche the dystopia and the fear that slays
the subject of fear, a simple storm despite being so kind and forlorn
the catch-22, the giver of life and death a product of the air you take in steals your breath
a misunderstood entity it's shrouded from reality
tainted beauty accepted, deflected the true essence forgotten, rejected
hidden behind blue sky opaque any weak excuse you will take
struck pensive thoughtless, just to escape desperate barrier takes any shape
further quiets the silent restless peace to the violent
no outlet to feed the electricity it's released to those in the vicnity
but such a destructive storm is not so quick to clear for reluctance to see the corpse of what you hold dear
no sight for sunken eyes no happiness will rise
defeated, tired, rigid and bloody last bit of resolve battered and muddied
you can't fight, you can't succumb no point, nothing to run from
it's the the same message hammered into your brain personality worn from the pounding rain
draw deep from the well of thought survey the battles you fought
lost in the shock of futility forced, impaled on stark humility
like reaching to cut the noose right as the gallows are pulled, shutting the airlock when the torpedo pierces the hull
you're in the tunnel, but you don't see a light the battle's almost over, but not your plight
a few warriors remain anger, sadness, and pain
they pervade this wretched battle you stumbled into unknowingly, unwillingly, no warning in lieu
blood boiling, hurt and lost burned, the bridges you crossed
unmitigated fury without reason baseless venom, broken bonds and high treason
you thought they were loved ones well those people were, once
Suppression of emotion demotion and promotion
battered and tear-soaked, no mercy from the sky you're deep is all you know, naught to measure by
minuscule point is dulled further, till there's none left there's less weight to pull, but there is a greater heft
rusted sheet metal under your skin current events burn searing like flint
it aches, but you refuse to reconcile primitive apprehehnsion, like a child
there's a thorn in your side, and you pull it out another grows in, whatever it's about
the clouds break, down comes the sun dust settles, see what you've done
it will be a rough journey on a long road but you can get rid of that lump in your throat
You mentioned earlier that 'storm' could be lighting, rain, mental, etc, but would a 'lead' storm work? As in bullets? Just wondering, i dont want to give too much away...
