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!
I think this is partly inspired by the camping trips my family would make to the Green Mountains in Vermont. Also, I have felt in a "green", happy mood if you know what I mean. _________________
Big Hill
We wind through the hills, Toward the great trees. We pass farm and mills, In the tunnel of leaves. Birds chirp busily, Pecking for seeds. I worry barely, With no cares or needs.
We climb the long road, Many trials ahead. In adventure mode, Keep up your head. We've long left the fields, And the soft mossy beds. Secrets are concealed, Under dirt beneath my legs.
As we climb the flat, broad summit, Everything looks still. When I feel as if I'll plummet, Mine eyes, with tears, are filled. I soak up nostalgia and sun, Depression is now nill. Rememb'ring childhood and fun, Up here, on my great Big Hill.
Trapped inside this small little town Surrounded by Walls that cant come down. Freedom to high to reach Just behind the looming gates Still no part can be breached No seems or cracks or any breaks There is just no way to escape I'll die in here for goodness sakes These walls that surround me Are the mountains of Kindale. _________________________ So I haven't entered in a poem on here in forever but i was bored, as you can tell, and figured oh well. Haha, yeah i know it rhymed. See extremly bored!
