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!
because the syllables of the Tanka...I had to leave some parts away that I wanted to have in this...but the message should still come through quite well :P
Same old words
When day of joy comes That day you really are free Friends will be near you But they might not feel like thee Priest speaks same old words all know From earth to earth, dust to dust
Thank you thank you...hope you liked it :P feedback always welcome...this was the first time I try a style like this...I think that I haven't even made a haiku before...
LOL...sorry :P don't know how that extra came there
let me fix that :P So forget the last post...this is my entry :P
Same old words Your day of joy comes That day you really are free Your friends no joy see Priest speaks same old words all know From earth to earth, dust to dust
Shrouded sea of pine Orange-robed monks meditate Nettles drifting down Raking through a rock garden Crumbling-lichen covered wall --- Wrote that faster than I could think, and forgot a word.
The oceans turn black The skies boil into blood red Bodies lay silent While flames swallow the lost books
This relates to a story that was written a while back explaining how a monks in a church see a boat arrive at their island, they come wit foods and drinks to welcome their guests and get butchered by the northmen and the church gets burned down.
The oceans turn black The skies boil into blood red Bodies lay silent While flames swallow the lost books And with everything they took
This relates to a story that was written a while back explaining how a monks in a church see a boat arrive at their island, they come wit foods and drinks to welcome their guests and get butchered by the northmen and the church gets burned down.
wow I got third place on my first poem...mmm I think I'll try the new theme...and I think I'll go ahead and totally mess it up with the randomness of my mind:
Christmas Disappointment:
I found a white seed, Underneath my Christmas tree, Why was there a seed, Where my presents should be?...please, Don't do this to me!
awwww...I still can't break my habit of rhyming. :/ oh well.
