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 feel like this is the part where we get drunk on cheap alcohol as we ponder what was and what could have been. We're pretending to be Hemingway, if anyone asks. XD
Or, get drunk and start writing again! I'll opt to be a faux Douglas Adams.
oh my god, I didn't realise till now that I won! A great Christmas present. Thanks guys!
This is about the new year. I haven't posted anything in a while, so here is a new original piece. _____________________________________________________________________
Time slips by like water from a falling vase, slowly dropping. A year gone by, having nursed bouquets inside its patterned form, now shatters. Less than a second to hit the ground and break, a year in the making. Forged by the hammer and steel of father time on the mountaintop of eternity, painted with tragedy and comedy and every work of man. Time slips by like water from doomed porcelain, slowly dropping. Twisted shapes, death, funerals, woven into the design, grief and misery make stains of black, so beautifully terrifying. Weddings, births, joyous occasions like gossamer threads gleaming in the sun over the cellar door. A new vase has been made. As the last moment ticks⦠Time slips by like water falling through the floorboards as the vase fractures.
Here lies the man. The man that ruined my life. The man that tore the tears out of my eyes. The man that didn't care if I cried. The man that thought my pain was funny. The man that didn't care for money. The man that only needed to see pain. The man who I would've liked to maim. The man who needed to go away. The man that would hurt me with what he would say. The man that, at night, would make me turn and toss. The man that when I think of him... I feel a loss.
I don't suppose we can use Haikus from the Haiku thread. I got a single entry in this poetry thread, can I just copy/paste it? Does it still count if I completely rewrite the poem in a different rhyme pattern / wording?
