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!
Dang. I was writing a differnt poem, didnt like it, so I wrote a differn't one. But I forgot to change the title. Here it is again with a new title. The original was based in Fallujah, Iraq. __________ Lead Rain By: Mav
On the Western Front To the East of Normandy American Troops seek refuge Against the a'cursed rain
Thunder booms out But not a cloud can be seen The Men cower in fox holes And seek protection from the rain
There home on the front The holes where they hide Can be there grave too If the rain hits them
The thunder gets lounder Men prepare for the worst And hope for the best And pray the rain doesnt come
Death comes quick To those who are hit By the rain unawares And unprepared
Like shrieking pipers The rain comes And hits the ground With a lound boom
Trees explode and Dirt is kicked up Where men used to be A smoking crater lies
Wounded men scream Cries of 'medic' ring out And yet the rain still comes And comes and comes
And then the rain stops The storm is over And men sink into their holes To await the next storm
A stormy day at sea. *************************** The oceans lie black, The calm before the storm. Everything is "laid back" Yet they know there's more.
The waves start to rise, And clash against the hull. The silence lies, because those clouds are full.
Thunder licks, It's devilish tongue. Across those thick Clouds that cover the sun.
The clouds let loose, Their pouring barrage. Of those wet bullets so numerous, And those booms of thunder so large.
The waves cover the ship. The sea tries to swallow her whole. But it won't cover the lips, Of this beautiful soul.
For this soul shines bright And turns the skies blue For now the sun is in sight But there's more to the doom.
Because there's only so much light, And something doesn't make sense. For something's not right, There's something dark in the distance.
Wow I haven't been apart of this in a while so I'll add another poem that shall not be judged, but I only wish the above poem to be. This skims the edge of emotional storm. I first wrote it as a song but changed it a bit to make is a poem. This is to show that everyone makes mistakes! Enjoy!
No one is perfect: Faceless Heros
If you do really want to see me Just flip on the nearest t.v or go out on the street and look up in the sky cause im the man who knows how to fly
But im just as normal as you trying to get through the school and my life is just as hard as yours even though i know i have more
But that doesn't mean my life isn't crap now i just fall in an endless trap and now the seas turn into black as the sky meets it's match
Cause Im the guy that saves the day and doesn't need anyone to pay
So you'll be seeing me flying at ground zero Cause im in the group called the faceless heros And then the badguys come and see the wreckage we made im sure they'll flee But we cannot smell, taste, see, or hear when we get there, there's no need to fear
For we are the guys that save the day And we only need the bad guys to pay
If you want to hear us Go down to the bus Where you can hear the news Where we get the "whose" the" whats", the "whens" ,the "whys" And we make sure that no one dies
And then you'll see Our impurities Soon you'll see that we're no different When you hear all of this bull**** You'll hear the anger, and the people who where hit Because not everyone is so perfect
And even the good guys make mistakes Even though we get most of the cake But just remember this, no one is perfect
WOW! It's going to be extremely tough to judge these poems this week ... All of these poems are inspiring and well written. I do not envy me this week. A round of applause for all of you thus far!
Would you mind if i edited mine? I'm not that happy with it. I rushed through it because I had to leave, so... Poor excuses...Alt's poem...4-mins.......
Lame-ish, Couldn't think of anything but the ordanary. So a least you have a poem thats not complex. Wind rushing past my face This has become a dangerous place. Buildings falling all around Weighing hundreds of pounds.
Water whirling through the air To push against it, I wouldn't dare. Like little needles they land On my arm and on my hand.
Bright flashing lights Fly like painful kites In my tear filled eyes The light slowly dies
My mind is in a daze, Everything is in a haze. My eyes are closing, let me sleep. Let me slip farther into the deep.
The will to go on has left me The end of this storm I will not see.
