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!
Change of plan's, I finished the judging ...Today so it should be up any minuet. But even though i was fast do not think that i rushed, I read every poem rated them and categorized them. I looked over them careful it was very hard to decide. And Make sure if you are the winner to post in Ubertuna's link cause if not that means no merit.
Anyway, The judging was so hard! I see now why judges put it off for so long. Not only that but there were 17 entries. By the way if you post two poems please tell me which one you want me to judge.
Grand Prize: Thisisnotanalt
A deft squirrel skittering down a limb through beautiful leaves, the sunlight is dimmed. A grotto concealed from the grasp of time, even mentioning it's existence would be a crime. A pristine spring in the middle of this circle of life, a creek cuts through it like a salient knife. As Eden this place is, when I leave, this place I will miss. Leaves as green as emerald in the sun, A great favor, this land's been done. The grass stands so strong and surly, the dandelions white and pearly. and to leave this land taxes so great a cost, believe it or not, I don't like the poetry of Robert Frost.
Alt this was very good. I loved the rhythm of the poem and also the picture it created for me. Not to mention that you added a little humor in there.
This was a really hard decision because both Thisisnotanalt and Mokomonkey had great poems that had awesome imagery. But in the end it came down to who created the best picture. So obviously second is
Second: Mokomonkey
True Peace
Slid my hand across the rough bark Could not see, the sky too dark. I could hear rustling up above The grass under my feet, ah, this was true love.
No humans near, no engine roar, Just standing here, my heart does soar! I cannot see, that matters not What I found was what I sought.
A peaceful place where I can be me With no one yelling on the large TV. No mind rotting temptations or addicting allusions, Just me and Earth, that's my resolution.
What she made for me, the ground and the sky Don't need a piece of metal to make myself fly. My soul is joyous, my mind at ease This is the meaning of true peace.
I really liked yours because it was different. You used sound instead of sight to create a picture, which is pretty hard to do. I also liked that it was realistic. I really wish there were a prize for second place but unfortunately not.
Third: LufffiStudios
Winter
Frosted trees gusty winds bleak sunlight the firewood's in.
Scarves are on mittens too there's a long way 'til Spring's anew.
Sniffles and coughs all season long the cold is mighty but we are strong.
Around a fire gathered we are as the night gets darker star by star.
I liked this one because you took something that everyone writes about and made it sound original. Also I liked that it had a good rhythm to it.
Honorable Mentions;
Make me say WHUT: Jediboy277
Misconceptions
there once was a brick. not imagy enough for ya?? here once was a red brick.
I donât even know if you would consider this a poem. Its more like a sentence. So yeah you made me say Whut.
Most Random: McKenna_C111
It was definitely imagery but it didn't fit together well. In a word it was random.
Darkest: Choazmachine
It was very good, and I think I got the whole concept but it was definitely dark. Dark as in death. Other poems that fit into this category would be Cholokid's poem, and JereN.
Well, I'm not in the mood to write a serious poem. The theme is rain? The droplets, I know 'em They splish, they splash. They fall and crash. And as an emotional device, they're used too much instead of trying, authors use rain for such and such. And quite frankly, this rain pisses me off. In the face of falling water, I simply scoff. And this poem is not meant to be taken seriously even though i'twill be judged quite imperiously and in all flippance, i denounce this precipitation I submit this poem with some consternation.
[b]Rainy[b/] When I peer outside I have to decide If it's good to go In rain or snow.
I think I'll chose rain You think I've gone insane But inside I know it's right But just to see the sight of Rain It makes my pain Nothing at all The tears of clouds are small So I take a ride to the clouds Happyness gone away.
Rain, rain, go away, Little children want to play. Bask in the suns golden rays Can you come again another day?
Drenching the man as he walks from his car, The taxi mocks him, warm and dry. Yet you come down, as the small boys tears, All spilled for his dear little mother. Died on the night of the loud roaring thunder. Now her spirit, free and soaring, is dampened by your showers.
but the heavens break, and your water makes the site we all wish to see. The fish spys it as he writhers in the pond The frog, as he reaches for flys. The rainbow comes, and the children run out. They laugh, cheer, and parade about.
The angered man, stops and looks. Takes a photo for his memory book, He gives up the taxi, passes the ride. Takes more great strides in the warmth of the day.
Sulking and weeping, the boy wipes his eye Swipeing a look at the sight to be seen. He pictures the gold, and little lepracaun. And his mtohers free soul. There in the bit of red.
Rain, Rain come again. All the world will be your frined. For all have been touched, by your godly display And learned that rain likes an odd sort of play All Will await your gracious return, and your colorfull frined, brillaiant as gold.
Something about bringing flowers to May, taking a shower in April...
April showers bring May flowers And so does my Dad to mom We mustn't hide, we mustn't cower But raise to the air, our palms
For we can dance We can sing Change to shorts Or other summer things...
Gather outside and play around As the rain hits the ground We splash, We laugh Until no more air can be found
Our breaths are gone And we have sung Laying in the lawn Catching the drops on our tongues
For it's a rainy day And we can say We went outside And we didn't hide
No, we danced around We laughed so hard But it was not in vain For we shared this memory when it rained. --------------------- Additional ending: ---------------------
So what it's gray outside I am sure you can find A thing you will like girl or boy In the rain, filled with joy
