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!
And so they prodded on, Through the jungles and wood, From dusk till dawn, The same dreary mood. Neither bucks nor fawn, They are adolescent. Not coming or gone, Past or present.
Speak to me, Oh wizards of old, You must see, The tales been told. Serenity Is broken again Find the key, Unlock the bed.
Then you'll find The rest of our, Chanted clearly From a tower. Form a line, Protect the flower. Give the sign, Receive the shower.
Suddenly, They sweep right in, From the dark and cold, The lights turn dim. Horridly, They steal your soul, When their forces win, You dig a hole.
A hole in which you bury yourself, Sneak and snitch, And boil and belch.
Them crooks Of whom have petrified You and your friends No one defied.
You are ended, So am I, Dead dreams pretended To never die. But we are dead, And they are too. Head filled with lead, Life renewed.
__________ It makes no sense! Yay! Hooray for insanity! Why not!
P.S. No illegal substances were used in the making of this content. Just mental problems.
Carbon cycle, carbon cycle...I'm glad to be out of the contest this time around; the competition is thoroughly challenging! Oh, I shouldn't say that; always strive to better yourself ^^.
Within these silent rooms The pacing yet to cease. I pass the time of night and day And wallow in my grief.
Oh fair wonder of the world. Oh angel in my waking eye What beast have I become? What wicked soul am I?
Black hearted ambitions Which were filled with good intention Have led me down this path Of war and grieving aftermath.
Where the sun rose red and bloody And set over fields of crimson red I have destroyed thy beauty In one grave you lie dead.
Here marches the legions That I have spawned forth Through wicked thought and deed Good thoughts are not my worth.
For here in Hell I shall abide With wicked words upon my tongue. These thoughts and actions I have made And the world has become undone.
**Note: There is no greater shock than coming to terms with the consequences you have created. This is my final submision for this week, if you feel this does not fit the theme then please disregard this**
i believe that it suits the theme perfectly.. if you think about it the word Shock has 9 meanings in the dictionary. your poem wolf, could possibly fit into this definition "Something that jars the mind or emotions as if with a violent unexpected blow" i find the poem itself dark as the person in question has realised the consequences of his sins which has caused shock.
They stumbled upon the old men waiting In the fields, leaning, shading, A tiny egg from which it came The broken legs, The wicked shame.
They creeped and crept and weeped and wept They slithered and smothered and withered and shuddered This whole damn thing led to great extent, No praise did they sing, just a fret
As the moon crawled up the cloud, An angel moved and cleared the crowd. The dawn shall never come again, You cease to move, It happened again!
Shock, i'm going to attempt a freestyle right now i wont be reading over it either, not great with poetry anymore but then i'm not here to win, i just want to enter a piece, be it to anyones taste or not. I just have a lot of things going on right now which fit this topic.
Well i thought that we could sit around and talk for hours, i thought the words we spoke were true, they created our walls which surrounded us in security and hope; i thought the moments we shared would never end, where your smile brightened up the life ahead; i thought we would never end and live to see our final hours, but this is where our story ends another chapter closed by travesty and contempt.
The bombshell, the eye-opener to life; completing the days which seemed to never stop, you were all of it and more, sowing your name deep in my heart; Leaving your presence burning strong but I'll survive the shock and awe, and i WILL get up, i WILL brush myself down, i WILL wake up to a new day and be OK.
So i write this, about the loved and lost; I gave my being for the love we shared without regret i carry on, without you by my side but with a friend gained and a lesson learned.
I Saw & I Found, I Liked & I Loved, I Listened & I Learned, I Lost & I Mourned, I Carry On & I Move On, Another Day Is Soon To Peak Over The Green Hills & Blue Skies With One More Life Lesson In Tow And The Memories Of You To Show.
=] Hope that is OK for a submission. Spoken Word Freestyle Poetry, no editing was made, only spelling errors
My poetry, Shock. Just made this one up I stood there, staring off into space on my front porch. The men in uniform barely even registered. Though thier words had hit my heart like a blowtorch.. They told me my husband was dead. That he would never return home to kiss me goodnight. I'd never see his smiling face again, It was like someone had taken my life and removed the light. How could this happen to him? He was such a good man, faithful and kind. The men on our porch looked at me, tears in thier eyes too, "Some days I just wish I could rewind" he told me this, then walked away, I shut the door, and cried until I saw him looking at me. Evan? I asked, Shh, baby, I'm free. He stroked my cheek, then was gone.
Brother, please wake up! Wake up for me, snap out of it! I still remember the day That you came home; Despite my young age, I saw When you looked me in the eye, That there was something inside you That changed.
When you were made to go and fight, I still remember your last words to me, "Sister, don't forget who I am," And with that you left for war. But when you returned, too long later, I could see your eyes.
I saw that in them was a knowledge That dimmed the fire of your life. I saw that they looked tired and worn, But much more than that. It was a haunting look; a look That haunts my nightmares even still.
You barely said a word that day; The day that you returned to us. And still, so many years after that, The life inside you has not come back yet. When I look in your eyes, I don't see what I saw so long ago.
Before you left was so long ago, I can hardly remember it anymore. You still look as though You saw things you shouldn't have. You look like you saw death At its worst, and that death Affected your existence.
Explosions you saw, The blood and the death; If merely your eyes haunt me, How much more are you haunted Than I?
I hope this is a good poem. It doesn't rhyme or anything (lol!), but I still hope you like it. I know it doesn't roll so smoothly, but I tried to make it as good as I could. I didn't go over a correct it; this is first draft! Hope you like.
