ForumsArt, Music, and WritingPeriodic Poetry Contest - Theme: Touch of Truth (Page 390, due Jan. 28)

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DragonMistress
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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!
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MagicTree
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oh my god, I didn't realise till now that I won! A great Christmas present. Thanks guys!

Now, Years Best. Hmm.....I'll get to that.

*begins scouring The Haiku Contest.*

nichodemus
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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!


Congrats!
EmperorPalpatine
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Message in a Bottle

Sent by sea to shore,
Resisting the salty spray,
My salvation sails.

originally here

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This is about the new year. I haven't posted anything in a while, so here is a new original piece.
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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 ticksâ¦
Time slips by like water falling through the floorboards as the vase fractures.

MagicTree
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Maybe not my best, but I quite like it;


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.

From First Line Poetry.

HahiHa
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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?

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Errrrr, I'm not good at writing poems.

The Snow Day

Today I'm very happy
For it's a very fun snow day
I play all day long.
For it's a fun snow day

EmperorPalpatine
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From First Line Poetry.

I'd forgotten all about that. However, I haven't submitted anything there since 2011, but when I did, it was pretty darn epic:

[from here]

A silent whisper,
A stifled scream,
Without wonder,
Deprived of dreams.

On a day of bitter cold,
I escaped their stranglehold;
I broke free, for I was bold,
To tell the world of things untold.

Rise up! you dreamers and thinkers;
We must make a stand!
For the age of ripeness withers,
And the mind needs to expand!

Yet my words fell on deaf ears;
My advice would not suffice,
For the people lived in fear,
And did not live their lives.

(Too bad I can't enter this, but would you please critique it anyway?)
killersup10
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Blistering tundra
Beautiful swollen snowflakes
Frozen paradise



Not much, not long. However, the effect should still be the same.

Parsat
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Only three more days to submit your best poem of 2012!

nichodemus
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I didn't write any good poem this year yet D:

HahiHa
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K, I noticed my poem in this thread was way back in '11 anyway, so I opted for my best Haiku '12:

When the Rain Comes

Calmness enfolds all,
While chill rain drops play me a
Silver symphony.

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So apparently I've really only written one poem this year that I was remotely proud of. I wonder why? (hint: I got lazy)

Her hands,
Crimson as a robin's breast,
Flutter against the icy wall.

She presses up against it,
imagines green pastures,
a sky of sapphire and ivory,

metaphors heard from the skeletons at her feet.

Smooth and cold like bone,
Like Dante's Ninth Circle.
The wall.

She listens for whispers
Seeping through the cracks,
Breathless and eager.
Distorted images, nourishment.

Threads of sunlight to her tired ears.

"I told you."
The weary skeletons do not respond.
"I told you."
They crunch under her,
Broken memories.

The voices talk of bubblegum,
White chocolate shakes that froth,
Too much for one person to finish.
"None for you."

She waits.
It is dark inside the wall,
The underbelly of a beast.
"Stop smiling."
Her grin matches theirs.
"Stop smiling."

The skeletons know too much, yellowed shells.

The wall crumbles,
As walls are wont to do,
Fragile limbs of concrete.

"I told you."
Rusted are the hills and sky,
And the skeletons smile,
Lying in shallow graves.
"None for you. Stop smiling."

killersup10
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This weeks contest is doing exceptionally well....

nichodemus
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This weeks contest is doing exceptionally well....


It's just us recycling our 2012 best poems.
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