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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StormDragon
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Hunter or Hunted

Witch are you
You don't always know
Sometimes your the hunter
Sometimes your the hunted
And every once in a while your both
You just may not know it.

ligaboy
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Untitled

Gathering Speed
Chasing a doe
You shoot, You miss
Then you reload

Deep into the woods
Far from civilization
As you get ready to shoot
This fearful creation

It's done nothing wrong
You just want the thrill
Trying to show off
Your superior skill

But is it really skill?
For you have a gun
Your prey has but four feet
Which it uses to run

The fight isn't fair
Your prey is outnumbered
You and your gun
The doe now encumbered

You chase after the doe
Gun at the ready
You shoot, it's a hit
Your hands now unsteady

The doe whimpers and whines
As it falls to the ground
You walk to the fallen
Its face looks confound

The kill is now yours
The doe is now dead
You don't take the dear
You leave it instead

Because for you this was a game
It was purely for fun
Twas not an act of survival
And now the game is done

Maverick4
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Is it possible for me to re-enter the contest? I cant stop thinking about how poor my first poem is...

shayneii
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Yeah you can, you can just say that you want your next entry to be your "official" entry.

Your first poem was okay though...

Maverick4
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Your first poem was okay though...


'Okay' isnt good enough m8
Parsat
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Maverick: You can replace your poems as many times as you want. You can only choose one to be your submission though.

TheWarTank33
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Woah...I gforgot a title... ummmm...:

A Week in the Woods:

Light the candle,
Feel the flame,
A humble warrior,
Perhaps gone insane.

I soft gust of wind,
A bush slightly annoyed,
He lunges to the right,
A bit paranoid.

The moon is a smile,
He thinks it's a frown,
Slowly unwinding,
He looks around.

And off in the distance,
The sounds of the beast,
For days he was hungry,
But tonight, He shall feast.

ok! fixed it!

goumas13
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I will try making something this round, if I manage to forget William Blake's poem the Tiger.

SonnyDude
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I will be submitting my poem too!!

SonnyDude
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As hunting leads to extinction of many animals I am going to write a poem against it...


HUNTED


Stop Hunting,
The pig is grunting,
You will repent,
When you will be bitten by a serpent.

Hunting for money,
Is not funny,
You are warned by Sonny.

Do not wait,
Only put a crate,
On those, who like hunting,
As the pig is grunting.

It will lead to your own fall,
And there will be no place to crall,
Animals are divine,
Grunting is the Swine.

When you will sell them,
They will lose their shine as a gem,
When they will dissappear,
They will never again appear...

Thanx-
~~~SonnyDude~~~

SonnyDude
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hmm.... 28 Aug.

A long wait.

Reton8
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Hunting

The set up, the set up
The feel and sensation
A secret, A secret
Add with hesitation

A face thatâs so pretty
And also the same age
Added as a friend
On one's myspace page

The trap, the trap
The objective and thrill
A secret, A secret
Information that kills

Not close companions
Far too much concealed
Some intimate facts
Oneâs willing to reveal

The trap, the trap
The objective and thrill
A secret, a secret
Emotions that kill

The connections one shares
The same feelings and fears
Both lovely and real
Nothing left veiled

The pursuit, the pursuit
The excitement and danger
A secret, a secret
Don't get close to a stranger

A meeting in person
At the mall or the show
Watching and waiting
Dressed up and aglow

The attack, the attack
The struggle and fray
The secret, the secret
A stalker catches itâs prey

SonnyDude
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Was it on hunting??

Reton8
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I might as well explain the poem.
The stalker is the hunter while the victim is the prey.
The poem alternates between the stalker and the victim (the hunter and prey). The first stanza is from the stalkers perspective, the second stanza is from the victims perspective, the third stanza is the stalker, the fourth stanza is the victim and so forth. From the stalkers (hunters) perspective the hunt unfolds. The trap is set up (a fake myspace account), then the trap is used (the stalker gathers information and uses it to feign similar interests with the prey). Then after catching the prey in the trap the stalker pursues the trapped victim. Finally attacking when they meet.
The victim is innocent and can't see the stalkers traps, believing the stalker is genuine the whole time. Much like a bunny trying to get a carrot left out under a box propped up by a stick. The bunny believes the meal is legit and doesn't see the trap it is walking into.
The stalker and prey are supposed to be ambiguous. We don't know which one is male and which one is female.
The stalker is quite devious because the secrets that the stalker tells the reader could have saved the victim if the secrets had been revealed to the victim (and the victim heeded them).
The poem ends on the stalkers/hunters stanza leaving you to wonder what happened to the victim/prey. (Looks like the victim wasn't around long enough to leave another stanza?)
The stalker hunts the human.

Parsat
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Just a notice: Two more days and then submissions will be closed. Judging will begin promptly at that time, and will be submitted the next day.

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