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!
Actually, you know what?! I'll judge all of this post-new theme poetry after mine! This should abide your thirst for Ubertuna's judging momentarily, so submit your poetry below this reply/ post of mine and I shall judge, give you tips, what I think, and a rating between 1 and 10. 1 being the worst, 10 being the best! Have fun!
Excellent rhyme and meter, Luffi. However, you might want to include some punctuation to better indicate artistic pauses and breaks next time. I could deduce it, but it might be better next time to indicate with a comma short pauses, periods breaks, and so on. The configuration of the last rhyme (are/star) makes the prose seem a little odd with the "gathered we are." In an otherwise very grammatical poem it seems to bend the syntax a little too much. Very good though.
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.
adrecka_33
Breathing
I have heard tales of a place. A place of many heart. Where the people are friendly, And the animals are nice. They will come up to you with no hint of fear, Yes ever the lion together with a young deer.
A place where you can lay, With your face to the sky Watching the clouds pass by. Where the earth is green And unchanging.
They say in this place, If you lay down With you back against the ground. You can feel the earth breathing As if its heart were beating
A place where life is unending Where rain falls in brilliant hue A place just for you
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.
Fyrefox
Clouds
The clouds wonder up above so high Soaring through the sky All alone without a care Floating above without despair.
As their rain drops roar down Its beauty shows As the brisk wind majestically blows.
All of a sudden, no sound No movement on the ground
One look up above Soaring like a dove
Clouds scatter throughout the sky I watch them linger above so high They wonder around without a care Leaving me thinking without despair.
Cholokid
<>A Land of Fallen Hopes<>
rock music plays in disarray within the deep forest little animals play
colors streaming from every tree guitars rock out, the birds fly free
with the rainbow rivers flowing in his eyes of doubt everything is glowing
staring up into the starry night in the distance, a fight breaks out
the trees stood tall valiant might alas the effort, they did fall.
jediboy277
Misconceptions
there once was a brick. not imagy enough for ya?? there once was a red brick.
JereN
Edge
I stand on the edge only darkness I see I have a feeling light there should be
where is the bird oh where is the tree here is nothing only darkness I see
thou spoke of happiness I took it in but when the time came there was nothing
oh dear child lay down your head take the final step and you will be dead
you come to the edge only darkness you see no matter what they say not a single tree
Parsat
I've dwelt among the hidden sands In deserts wide and promised lands. I've clambered up the rocky face Of sandstone cliffs in secret place.
Although the day is very hot, I found myself a shady spot: A place wherein there blows a draft From outside through a natural shaft.
From my vantage point I see Beaten grass but not a tree. Still, it lends a greenish sight To a land of crimson light.
Imagine then, my great surprise When I see life before my eyes. A scorpion clattered, on its way, To live or die another day.
Red sand, red sun, red blood, red heat Combine to make this land complete Until the summer rain arrives To mold rock and beget new lives.
But I am not the only one To see the thread of life here spun On barefoot climbs and pilgrim trails: The mother of a thousand tales.
It was no wonder that the sons Of Nephi thought themselves the ones That God had blessed; David's scion Had led them to eternal Zion.
orion732
The Woodpecker
The woodpecker is hunting seeking, searching, digging for bugs to ease his hunger in the dead of winter
His red painted head bobs as he searches loudly echoing through the forest hunting his prey
He avoids the berries red, poisonous, deadly they grow next to him as he bores holes in the bark rough, scraping, clinging
A new hunter comes crashing through the undergrowth he flies, he flees, running from this new danger
His feathers are cold as he rushes through the frigid air Suddenly, he is hurt, he hides shivering, whimpering, frigid
All is dark. silent, heavy, black
He feels warm hands warm, whispering, wondering He opens one beady eye
New hunters have come but they help heal, repair, aid his wing so he can fly and hunt again.
choazmachine
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
mckenna_c111
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
kingryan
Wandering effortlessly through the land, A wooden stick held tight in his hand. The traveller searches for his home.
He wanders through valleys, deep and wide, Wonders at strange creatures found inside, Yet he continues to roam.
The sky crashes with thunder as he walks, The rain falls as to the animals he talks, Yet through it all he stands.
The trees fall and the rocks crumble, The wind whips and the sky does rumble, He holds it all in his hands.
The sea's foam sprays the rocky cliff, Waves rising high around his small skiff. The outside is rough but he is calm.
Cenere
Walking down the road So lost from wealth Thinking of nothing Minding yourself
Plans in progress Sickly dreams from before Sickly thoughts of a murder But it helps so much more!
Walking this distance In dreams and for real This is the last practice That closes the deal
Lynoth
Life is a meaningless dream You can yell and you can scream But no one ever hears your cries No one brings light to the lies You can bang your fists on the door But there's nothing there, nothing more God won't let you out of this prison Until you doubt your own decisions You shall trust in his mighty power And to his figure you will cower
This is Armageddon
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.
