Forums → Art, Music, and Writing → Periodic Poetry Contest - Theme: Touch of Truth (Page 390, due Jan. 28)
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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!
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Hmmmmm.....interesting theme, this will take a tremendous amount of thought.
I ACCEPT THE CHALLENGE!!!!
Waffles are better, you lot ought to be ashamed of yourselves.
Hurts like heaven is a somewhat difficult theme, although I do have ideas brewing, just to be clear, it doesn't have to bear a resemblance to the album, in anything other than name?
Hurts like heaven is a somewhat difficult theme, although I do have ideas brewing, just to be clear, it doesn't have to bear a resemblance to the album, in anything other than name?
Not at all, it's just a reference; the very paradoxe in the statement is what makes it so interesting to work with.
So I'm not crazy; I knew it was a song on the album. The good news is that I can't be influenced by any of the music. I preordered it on itunes, but have no speakers or ipod to listen to it. :/
I got the Paradise single for free though. And I own 'Every Tear Drop is a Waterfall'. So...
Yeah, I'll try to enter as my scheduel permits.
Dang. That's a surprise. I thought it was one of my better poems, but wow. Thank you.
O.K. here is my submission for hurts like heaven:
As the last breath escapes me,
I have only but one quetion.
Will I reach heaven?
This always was a raging question,
who is to blame of this?
Only but ourselves.
Why must we wait to be judged?
Why must we be tortured with this?
Tell me Now, Why?
I think of the irony,
i see the depressed souls,
begging for a second chance.
Why must this happen?
The people don't deserve this.
I don't see the light.
As we arrive,
we see floating clouds,
but nothing we desire.
Well, this is heaven,
but it is not joyful.
Now i know true pain.
Pain,
Not physical,
but emotional.
I stand idly,
waiting at the gate,
to see what fate brings on.
Yes it hurts like heaven.
I feel dejected,
out in this place.
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Hope you guys liked it!
- lilzozo
You know, I really took quite a liking to do this. Never as painstaking and grueling as the haiku contest judging, and much more fun to develop comments given the substance in each piece.
Whenever you need my help again, wave me a hand; I'll put renewed effort to make it even better.
Now, for my submission...
He never left
he should have
and now
it hurts like heaven
Simple yet true
The Fall
"Hark!" the angels cry
For the Lord is approaching near.
A great war before us
To the end of Time.
The Devil Lucifer
His armies march across the clouded sky
On his way to destroy
The last piece of peace.
"To arms! To arms!"
All the voices cry out at once,
Blood rains down from the sky
And the earth trembles.
A great roar
As the two armies crash
A noise so great the trumpets cannot be heard
The lyres and harps cannot be strummed.
Is this what they promised me?
The ones with crosses and stars.
I was told this would be Heaven
Not a battlefield of Hell.
For the clouds are crashing to bits
And the Kingdom of God crumbling.
Its very foundation, the faith of the masses
Is being destroyed.
A great cry rings out through the land
The Devil's pitchfork is stabbed through our Lord.
He falls to His knees.
The Devil has won.
This is not what I was promised.
Not a cemetery of hate and destruction.
Clouds, pastures, and angels.
Is what they told me.
The Devil has taken over
His followers march upwards.
While we the righteous,
Are buried below.
I refuse.
I will not go below the earth.
I pick up a shard of cloud,
My throat is slit.
The feeling of the end
Comes upon my body.
All around demons are laughing.
I am burning up.
This is the end.
The battle is finished.
All of the Good Lord's followers smitten.
This hurts like Heaven.
It skims dainty like milky clouds
My fingertips on your snowflake skin
Along with the bland morning ether
Shone through the windows with force
And as I slip ever lower on you
With feints as if to gladly trouble
Your flimsy thread of quaint sleep
You toss and turn as I grin over
Until you finaly wake up, hesitating
Upon what you should give in to
The envy of pleasing your needing senses
Or the ire of being secretly desired
Or both?
It pervades through the days and days
The consuming in your little cage
Bequeath to me that sprouting doubt
In a passionate and regretful embrace
And as I possess you like many a time before
Wondering if it's reasonnable
The surge comes like rippling water
Reminding me of those times together
Reflecting on the ephemeral pleasure
While you clean the shame off yourself in the shower
It was never as good as when we were together
An addendum that hurts like heaven
Yes...it's pretty...explicit...Ummm, enjoy?
Hopeless Romantic
My heart quivers in your soft hands,
Fluttering; it beats a an uneven staccato,
I was dwelling in a distant fairyland,
When you squeezed out its last echo.
You played with my gullible soul,
As a cat toys with a ball of string,
Cunning thief, my innocent mind you stole,
Into my ears sweet tunes you did sing.
I hate myself with a dark brooding,
When I recall all your hollow words,
That a spider spun, who were you deluding?
Yet to hold a bitter grudge; that's absurd.
Because love's web still ensnares me,
Forever angelic in my blind eyes,
The manipulative Devil I refuse to see,
This pain I'll blame on poker-face lies.
Shut out all my friends' simple advise,
Every one of your critics is my enemy,
Unrequited love is my one incurable vice,
As my affection stews paradoxically.
I'm in Hell but my imagination conceals,
Hypocritically I clutch at the irony,
As your knowing smile cruelly kills,
All you've spared is the gripe of misery.
Sobering thoughts of a hopeless romantic,
You left me hurting like its Heaven,
My love for you defies rational logic,
Throbbing anguish of passions overdriven.
FallenSky, my eyes have been dirtied forever -.-
Heh heh heh...Nothing to add about my actual inspiration .
I can't seem to do things the right way here; I either write a visceral poem in 5 minutes like this one on a spur of inspiration, or take 2 hours to develop on a less original concept to make it turn better.
I'll work on combining the two. Oh, nice poem Nichodemus, that's kind of what I was expecting when choosing that theme.
Heh heh heh...Nothing to add about my actual inspiration
...
someone just end my misery...
Well... I was going to participate, and now I see no point, although I was glad to see that I wasn't the only one who immediately thought of love with the theme.
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