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!
It smells, those muddy boots. It can hear the rain patter against the bridges of their hats. It trails behind them in the villages they loot. It can see them hiding with the eyes of a cat.
The smell of death brought it here. And the screams of the victim's made it shiver with anxiety. The men with the guns are now the ones who fear, The outcast of this jungle society.
They try to run, But the jungle is no place for them. It is all in fun, Until there is no one left.
The puddles of water now hold blood, And an old man whose eyes are keen Sees a black figure covered in mud, Run away from the scene.
I hate this thing, this horrible chase. I love it, the run, it is so much fun. The end, the thing I fear, something I must face, It's my job, my urge; it must be done.
Why me, there are many more, better than me, He runs and he squirms letting me close in. I run and I twist, each step sets me free, If he falls or falters I'll close in with a grin.
My hunter is evil and doesn't pause to think, My prey is mine he's within my grasp. I think I've reached the end, I'm on the brink, I'll beat him and slay him with a mighty rasp.
It opened it's eyes then searched for prey. When it was so hungry it even stumbled. It's eyes narrowed as it poised to slay. As the starving beast was waiting its patience crumbled.
The prey didn't stop grazing as the hunter pounced. but the hunter was to starved to think fast enough. It was to late when it realized it was being trapped. The hunter struggled to stop but the path was to rough.
It slipped through the ground it saw a black dove. Pain shot through its chest, middle and thighs. The hunter saw the furless ones gather above, as it realized it was the hunted, and closed it's eyes...
A poem about a starving wild cat that fell into a humans trap.
Silence all around Darkness clouding your vision But you don't need to see You lie in wait For that inevitable 'Crunch' You hear it, turn and shoot All in one smooth motion You smile as the bullet Shoots through the air And connects with its target With a 'Thump' Music to your ears.
The 'target' is all it is Not a living being You can't think of it like that The target is not real The target is fun
Hunters hunt for the pride For the power, For the fun They see there 'target' and shoot Don't think. Or you might see What you are actually doing. ========================
I don't really like it but its been a long time sense I have entered a poem so I thought now would be a good time.
Umm thanks for your corrections choazmachine, I'm not big on grammar or spelling. And I believe the theme is The Hunter OR The Hunted. I think that means you can choose which one your poem is about or make it about both. I simple chose to make it just about hunters. As for it sounding like a shooting range, that was not my intention. I wrote it quick just so that I could actually enter this week. I am quiet sure I could have made it better.
I'm pretty sure you could've made it better too :P
Anyways here is mine.
Bewildering Beast
Here I am, Come on, claws at the ready, Teeth clean? Oh boy this is going to be great!
There it is. Come back here you rambunctious rodent! I'm going to
Pounce! On you! Mmm... I'm tasting your tainted, flavorful flesh! Wait. I hear something. Could it be? Another marvelous meal, knocking at my door, Tapping on my feet?
What's that weird clicking noise? I hear a CRACK.
Unghhh. That hurt. A human. What's that metal mechanism in his hand? Ungh, my paw felt my neck! Oh my, my blood is rushing down like the Mississippi River, tainting my orange fur. And something metal in my punished neck.
Now I think, who is the hunter?
I'm about to --
...
And silence was heard in the fields, until the cycle could reset once again.
