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!
Raindrops are blue Raindrops of red Raindrops of the dead Raindrops going into my head These raindrops are metal Not a good sight Raindrops of goodness help me see the my fight to live or to die Raindrops coming from the sky
Rain Rain Stain the window Pelting the lonely widow on a regular day. People have to stay when it rains for it pains to get hit by this gentle play of a everlasting leap... of joy.
When I see my oak tree, Glisten after a cool summer shower I grow giddy and climb the tree with glee. As the day wears on, hour after hour,
The rain never lets down. A continuous drizzle ever so slight Just slightly hazing the sky and town. Like diamonds in flight.
O how doth the rain make beauty for all Is it the water or maybe the sun you saw? Like the winter lover, I hear its call. And enter the rain's gaping maw.
With each torrental burst, I wonder if you were the same As that dainty shower first. But no! You hurt! there is the pain.
Your fury knows no bounds, Like the fickle woman alone. The dirt you carry away come in mounds. For the dainty, you should stay at home.
I do not shun you! You are the life From the first bird that flew and the last man in strife.
You bring joy to the farmers, and to the children, even to that old man down the street with a pot of yellow marigolds.
TIME TO JUDGE according to armorgames time, its midnight. Before I start I want to tell everyone they did a great job, even the newbie's. Now i know most of you will just skip over this to see if you won. So good ahead, I'm done.
GRAND PRIZE: Goes tooâ¦â¦.choazmachine
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.
I really liked your out look on rain. And the poem flowed really well, I didn't stumble or have to re-read any part of it. The Rhythm was good too. Though I really liked how you compared to Showers bringing flowers, too, dad bring flowers to mom.
Second place:pickleshack
Footfalls upon the moistened soil, Forest erupt my mortal coil, Come down chilled rain, I do ordain, Please, please, wash me of this oil.
Drops channeled through the chasms of, Leaflets on the branches above, Coat my skin, my liquid kin, Drenched body, congressed pools of love.
Short, but it has a deep meaning and you used big discriptive words, That really help me picture how you felt about rain.
Thrid Place: Lynoth
Fall down friend I've got time to spend Come play with me
The rain is free!
The fun we've had Makes me so glad That you came to me
The rain is free!
With it I fly Soaring up high It loves me
The rain is free!
It is beauty It is simplicity It is perfection It is all I see.
I love it And it loves me We are truly alive
The rain is free!
The love I feel Is all that's real Besides the love Of it above
Cry Cry Cry It leaves for the sky It leaves me here Alone with my fears Creeping into my mind
Why did it leave me behind?
I really loved the so many different styles of this poem. It had repetition but not all the way through, it was happy then sad.
Honorable Mentions;
Poem with most words that I had to look up: LuciferSatanis
Made me say whut: Jediboy I would give you this award but that would mean that I actually thought what you wrote was a poem so that award goes to: Sssssnnaakke
skater_kid_who_pwns, I don't have a category for you but I really liked the fact that you used a song rhythm in your poem.
Rain, rain, go away, Little children want to play. Bask in the suns golden rays Can you come again another day?
Most Random: Zegaâ¦.It was good poem but
Raindrops are wet, but deserts are dry.
Just didn't fit! But it made it funny.
Darkest: jalex13, but again JereN would be in this category too, though JereN you were to dark this time so good for you (Unless you are trying to make your poems dark?).
And comes back to computer. . . Anyways *cough*[i won omg, yeah]*cough* I think the next set of poems should be about something mystical, something that is up to the persons own comprehension. . . lets say, Valhalla.
There are many types of it, and plus warriors, so I think it should do well!
