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!
That poem was clearly not written by snipershot. I've yet to meat any teen who knows proper archaic inflection. Art thou worthy of thy claims? Nay, I see thee posted with a poem not thine.
I will not take plagiarism lightly, especially blatant plagiarism. I am not a fan of Percy Bysshe Shelley, not by a long shot and I am definitely not a fan of a poem which bemoans the trials and tribulations of life and wonders why we do anything at all. (It's almost ironic given how he died though.) He's written much better.
Like any offense, it depends on the severity, but generally plagiarism in this forum is dealt with more strictly. This instance of plagiarism has been dealt with.
I thought the poem is titled "Time". Anyway, continue on with the rest of the round. Make waves, good ones not bad ones.
Strap down, I'm ready to go, With my long blue frown, When it's starting to snow.
When I'm out in the open, They start crashing in, I'm cold and I'm moping 'Bout my long past sins
They strike, And beat, And smite, And sweep, But all my life, I only weep.
I row round back, To the petrified swamp An alligators tack Has pinned up the pin-up Of those who relax In co-sincere trash And I'm gettin back To my comfor'ble sack
My mind is winding Time is chiming Back to you The fake trees you are climbing I keep staring Showtunes blaring You make astute What they've been sharing
I find my way Back to the dock That's when I say Help me
A light So bright Move your meat Crave the teat What will I grow to be later mom? How much of a shadow will I become? A ripple So subtle Strive to rot Within the lot You won't trouble this stagnant water You'll mature in a remarkable follower! A splash So rash Feel the doubt Grow that sprout Blossom against those sickly ties Rip them apart as raging tides A stream So keen Cripple the dam Escape the flam And as you relish being everyone's crave You'll lengthen as a preponderant wave
A storm of many to come To change them puppets Into ripples and waves
Took me a reasonable amount of time...Put aside the wave like form of the text, I think it suits the theme well but I fell like its an awkward piece...I've never really done anything that feels like this before so any comments would be welcome. Good luck to all!
Hooray for the 250th page of the poetry contest (it only took a little less than two years)! It's come a long way...good writers come, go, and return. Although I only arrived by the 31st page, which was the 4th? 5th? contest. That was when Strop judged this joint. Poetry judging in its form today owes a good deal to him, I'd say.
My first entry was the Narcoleptic Dragons one. I placed second behind Stroppy, and then I won the next one(Imagery). I think Nemo was judging the Narcoleptic Dragons one and chose the imagery theme, but judging switched to adrecka on imagery.
I ttly pwned joo under Strop's judging. Joking aside, you guys completely ignored the original 25 pages from which I am one of two remaining entrants! (Mr. Water Poem, back me up here.) So it's actually 275!
Happy false 250th page everyone. I've been here for quite some time now but when I first joined Ag I didn't dawdle in the forums much, all the less in the MaW. Moreover, I probably didn't feel confident enough in my English to even post on this thread so from all my heart, I thank every last one of you who endured my grammar mishaps and gave me a chance even on this remarkable thread!
This poem was inspired by Gantic's quote, "Make waves, good ones not bad ones." Thanks Gantic! =D
Not waves of the sea, that comfort me In this difficult time You cannot see, but you can believe That they can forgive my crime
It's the waves of life, that cure my strife As I struggle to move on I am no lowlife, I've paid full price And now my hate is gone
The waves wash clean what I've done and seen So that I can start anew I'm no machine, I was just evil and mean But I wish that's what I didn't do
I've turned around, started from the ground And turned over a new leaf You can dig around, but you won't like what you've found Why can't you just accept my grief?
Make big waves in the sea, but it's already engraved into me I can't go back in time I'm new, I'm free, from what has broken me So please, please change your mind
The sea is an unforgiving home, and I'll be living all alone I can't quite reach When the pain is in the soul and bone, it's like a syndrome Your life, it will leech
They can't forgive, I can't forget, despite my all-consuming regret No matter how hard, no matter how long I want what I can't get, I can't have your forgiveness yet But I want you to know I was wrong
This is my official entry to this contest. The other one was more of a...warmup. I wanted a more serious poem, because this is a very open-ended theme with some very interesting possibilities. If this does not conform to the theme, then I'll just fall back on my original entry. See ya!
