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!
Inhapatiable deserts With dust abound the tint of its ground Is the color of blood It is not never but far Away from are humble abode And though we have traveled To our moon we have never traveled to it. Rovers have though And gave us picture too Now tell me truthfully Do you think Aliens live here?
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That really wasnt good but it was just an example.
Although not the biggest in size, but considered a prize, the best one there could be, full of life and wonderful things to see, its one planet that bears life, not children like someone's wife, atmosphere is the thing that helps, the planet is the place full of organisms, living in different types of biomes,
Thats that. What, this is like maybe my second time
If we could travel to the end of space Trying always to keep the same pace Some would say that there life can be found But the day we arrived we could hear no sound
Nothing was there only colored dust We tried to take a sample of that stardust But that strange thing had something magic So we decided to leave that place with no logic
Until that day we can only wait to discover What planets hide and how we can them uncover We have just to wait time to quickly pass To see the hidden secrets through the glass
Between the planets I float, with only my suit and no star boat. The strong radiations from the sun, are the most perfect way to stun.
The emptiness of space has one bad thing, your screams will not be heard by any living thing. Yet this is the place where all of us will end, and we ourselves will us there send.
Alone in this place all must be, no home nor loved ones for us to see. This is our place and there's no coming back, because we did not respect the natures pact.
Peace and harmony we will not see, only pain and torment for us there will be. This is the cause of our creed and selfishness, and because we lack the empathy and goodness.
So as long as we continue to live this way, the empty space between us will stay. As long as we don't give the sacred oath, between the planets we must float.
Thank you thank you...this is my poem of the situation we have in the world at the moment. Hope you like it :P and hope it makes you think
By what measurement do you entail, charged gas, an energy trail. One large planet embattled with a moon unbeknown to us, the energy a great boon
Chilling storm rages throughout the ages surrounded by sentry, weary guard broken by not mace or fauchard.
a jealous accessory bestowed less grand, unknown what one doesn't know can't hurt yet still offers no comfort
a clash with a cobbler, many years ago has left it bruised, less worse for wear although king of the copycats, it's namesake from I bet not knowing what I'm talking about makes you feel dumb
So now, I ask decode this cryptic message, and in eternal light you'll bask!
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I was, before, a member of the sun, Elusively I crept among the edge. The king of darkness, shrouded by space, I ruled with my one servant, ferryman, the rower of the depths of the unknown. That was until I met my end as king, When shadowed by my larger kin, I have Been banishèd, now but a lowly dwarf. And now, I brood and wait for that one day, Where I may taste my sweet vindication; Redeem myself for what is rightfully Mine.
