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!
I agree, I'm not sure what definition of anxiety I used but I hoped I made it feel different enough from my other poem. Then again the theme was quite east since I am constanly anxiety filled about everything
Anxiety is an emotional side effect of many situations, some fearful, some everyday occurrences. While anxiety and fear do go hand in hand, anxiety CAN be separated from fear. I didn't think your poem was off-topic, I absolutely felt the anxiety IN the poem. That IS a good thing
Ah judging is tomorrow, im not gonna be here to see the results cuz im going to the beach for 4th of July. And now that I read my poem again, i do think it dwells more on fear than anxiety.
I think all the poems were great. And maverick4, I think yours was more about Anxiety then fear. You focused more on being nervous not exactly fearful at going toward the balloon then being worried about getting down. I liked it. I think the title was good to
they all started running away how could things happen this way I looked down and saw I was red one wrong move and everyone would have dread
the reds not blood as you may think it makes me so tense I cant even blink they crowd around me each with a glass shield no matter how much I try I can't yield
they called me the destroyer of society this is what it must feel like to have anxiety when I wouldn't respond they said the waiting was done strapped to me was a bomb stuck at one
And maverick4, I think yours was more about Anxiety then fear. You focused more on being nervous not exactly fearful at going toward the balloon then being worried about getting down. I liked it. I think the title was good to
I agree, I couldn't have said it any better ...thanks adrecka
It's that time for judging again! OK, here goes ... <drum roll>
First place is awarded to thisisnotanalt
trying to put up a light to read the writing on the wall my fixation is a dreadful sight I answer to no hearken or call
There's an untold story that I need to know lest I be left behind and oblivious not enough space, but no other place to go my want for safety and comfort so lascivious
every one of my faults magnified can't rest, too much pressure every possible evac failed and retried the waters of life stagnated, there are none fresher
I thought you really caught the essence of anxiety in your poem and especially in the line "my want for safety and comfort so lascivious". Excellent job!
Second place goes to The_AG_King
I feel my inner demons awaken, as the clock next to me turns to midnight, As I must face their horrible face, in this hour of fright.
Seeing myself in this pain and agony, Waiting until the clock strikes one, Trying not to lose control of myself, To let this all be done,
But no, I must wait, In pain and fear, Hoping these demons dont get the best of me, Hoping my end is not near...
Definitely felt the anxious fear in your poem. Great Job!
Third place goes to adrecka_33
Time slows to a crawl. And I feel it rising, this thing inside me Growing to unimaginable depths.
As I wait and wonder, what will happen next. This thing inside me causes my mind to whirl. This is what it lives for, to torment me To make me think of the worst.
When you have to make a decision of life or death. When your waiting for the bad news to come. When you know there's nothing you can do. It comes to you.
Its not fear, but no less as strong It comes alive to make you worry. It feeds on and creates misery
The only thing you can do is wait. Time is the only thing that can conquer it Time can make it go away.
When, what you were waiting for is here. The thing inside you disappears. But sometimes Anxiety is replaced with fear.
I like how I could feel anxiety throughout your poem. Well done!
Fourth place goes to Maverick4
UP
Standing in line just waiting The advertisements baiting Snaring you in like a hungry fish Saying its all you wish
Happy thoughts flood through my mind But soon do I find That I'm in front of the line The pilot reassures me that I'll be fine
Rising higher, higher, higher still My worst nightmare is now fulfilled In this ballon above the ground A shred of courage cannot be found
Eyes shut tight I ponder my plight Till the pilot says where going down And soon we begin heading towards the town
With clammy hands and a pale face I sit and wonder about my case And when we land and I can leave I hop off and through the crowd I weave
Looking back to that day With regret all i can say Should have i just glimpsed down I could have seen the whole town...
Well, a lot of us have experienced this fear, and you made it palpable. Nicely done!
Fifth place goes to zlith
hey all started running away how could things happen this way I looked down and saw I was red one wrong move and everyone would have dread
he reds not blood as you may think it makes me so tense I cant even blink they crowd around me each with a glass shield no matter how much I try I can't yield
hey called me the destroyer of society this is what it must feel like to have anxiety when I wouldn't respond they said the waiting was done strapped to me was a bomb stuck at one
I almost felt as if I had a bomb strapped to me, good story inside a poem!
Honorable Mentions go to:Pixie214, Kipdon & jereN
Thanks for taking time to share your poetryShaynell and Krizaz
OK, now for this weeks theme ...
THIS WEEKS THEME IS STORMS (You can write about tropical, electrical, Thunder, hurricanes, tornadoes, monsoons, or even emotional storms)
Thanks for taking time to share your poetry Shaynell and Krizaz
I don't quite understand what you mean by this, explain.
Sorry, I am not sure I can explain it more then this statement already explains itself. Let me try though ... I guess I am just letting you know that I appreciate all the poems, after all, they are all good poems and well thought out.
