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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thisisnotanalt
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and I wonder what the answer could be,
using all creativity inside of me.
Yet no answer can be found,
but I'm not sure my sanity is sound.
Therefore any answer would be distorted,
Ack! Your riddle keeps me thwarted.
But after many many tries,
I agree with parsat: fireflies.


not an official entry!

mokomonkey
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For guessing the word fireflies
You truly deserve this great prize
To Parsat and Alt too
You deserve this: my shoe!

mokomonkey
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How about this:

I fall but cannot scream.
I lay a silent heap.
Hoping for death to come
They'll use my body once I'm found.

Parsat
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Mokomonkey, though it's neat,
This riddle-game is not complete.
It needs a thread to call its own;
The contest page is not its home.
So move this contest there, I say,
To preserve it for another day.
Also, too, you have me gypped:
Your stinking shoe smells like a crypt!

orion732
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his shoe smells like a crypt?

NoNameC68
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To talk in rhymes in every day speak
What has been started early this week?
These rhymes are neat, but oh so cheezy
After reading such, I must say I feel queezy.
But rhyme we must to hone our skills
We dive into a new world of cheap thrills!

NoNameC68
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But seriously, we should focus more on submitting poems instead of speaking in rhymes as we speak casually (if that makes sence). That's my job when I pick the winners.

NoNameC68
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An idea came to me after all these rhymes
To speak like this all over in such chimes!

Speak in Riddles and Rhymes

kingryan
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NoName I support you in your goal,
We will brighten up this derelict hole.
Rhymes will soon flow free and quick,
Like we've swallowed an oil slick!

jediboy277
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make it stop, MAKE IT STOP!!
i think we need a rhyme cop!

oh, NO, now i'm doing it too!

mokomonkey
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I did put a riddles thing in Forum games.

choazmachine
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The Lost World

Upon the night stars, a brilliant show
of lights has come
Caught lying down in the snow
sings death to some
But the sirens sing of life today
To shed tears of last depth today

Upon silver sheets and plasmic fluid stuck to arm
A man, in vegetable, has had his harm
And crimson waves of flustered scrubs
Means death to some

But to sing in praise is to sing too early
For this man will not awake
But to take that plug, would surely be
a piece of cake

A form of torture of unable flare
Or without love, hate and even scare
The lack of any trait fluidly,
Is the lack of any ingenuity

Just say the words, and you will make it
For this life we have is sacred
And you will take it for granted
Until you cannot man it

So sit down, and take that toast
This man will no longer be comatose
Because 6 feet under will truly mean
That this man now, R.I.P

-choazmachine

mckenna_c111
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The land of the Few

in the land of the few
any man from the name of bob to cew
knows of the pink dogs
they run with the blue hogs

they rule the east
they are truly beast
any one runs in fear
to not get the look of the peer

but in the west
there was a man he was the best
he saved them from the dogs
and all the hogs

now the dogs run from the man
and the hogs dart from the man named pam
he loves to be scary
they let him be

thisisnotanalt
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@choaz, that is a great poem. The flow of it is a bit bumpy in so,e places, but other than that, it's great.

@mckenna, that poem has a lot of forced rhyme in it, and doesn't create a strong image. Good read though.

Parsat
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Choazmachine: Definitely a vivid poem, although it ended on a rather weak note. The ending is probably the hardest in any poem.

Mckenna: Er...aiming for the fail prize?

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