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'm not sure if I wanna enter this round. I think I'd rather write a fruity rock song about this girl with really curly hair and lots of emotional problems instead.
If said girl had wavy hair, you could probably enter this round.
Waves are ambiguity incarnate, Capable of the greatest beauty, Or the fiercest death, Capable of calming peace, Or panic-inducing destruction. Used for amusent, the surfer's great foe. Slave both the caress of a moon's gravity, And the wrath of an earthquake.
Ummm...So yea. Don't hate me. At least I tried. =/
not sure if this is even a poem or not, more of a song, but hope its relevant enough >.<
Remember that time
Remember that time Down by the docks Remember that spot Where we'd always skip those rocks Remember the feel Of the waves on our feet Remember the feel Of the sand on the beach remember that time, we had a sleepover? remember that time, we ran through the clovers? Remember back when We were friends Remember back when You weren't dead Remember that time We sat in the basement Remember that time? I cried when I saw 'Jason'? I remember those times Very well But as life moves on Everything went to hell It happened to sudden, A phone call, a shudder Didnât know what to do No pain, no nothing Numb Not a hint or a thought Can't get over it In shock and a long time after I'm back at the beach Sand on my feet like we always used to watching the sunset Thinking of you Thinking of the waves Their sounds Their ripples The crests The sparkles And still I canât understand Why you had to die =(
My first thought of waves was the ocean, but then I realized I was simply thinking too literally. The link is to the song the poem is based on. Apologies if it's too sentimental.
Summer's days saw us apart In body, yes, but not in heart, And now as autumn's wind blew fair, We swore to meet inside the square: I waited there, and thinking of The days of spring that passed in love-- The only constant I professed In joy and ire, loneliness-- I felt a pang of fear inside That to our old devotion she had died. I could not help but feel a chill To think upon the future ill. Then suddenly, alas! 'twas she Who walked towards me with modesty. It was the same walk that I knew Unto the day we bid adieu. She stopped and looked across the street, I prayed our eyes would come to meet. They did, and in that instant's worth, I saw her eyes were full of mirth, The kind I saw when we had kissed, And I knew then I had been missed. She did not cross, she could not cross, But this was temporary loss. She raised her hand in happy peace That I returned with troubles ceased. My solemn doubts she had forgave With just a loving, simple wave.
Know this, dear one, when I think of thee The last time we walked beside the sea. Where the children of Neptune lapped at our feet And the told of tales, of the places the meet. Where they hold balls and parties beneath the shore; Where mermaids and drowned men sing evermore. "Come play! Come play!" They laughed out with glee. "Come play! Come play!" Beneath tempest sea. There in your eyes I saw a longing unknown A longing for love, life and to see Neptune's throne. "Dearest," I spoke in trembling tone, "Heed not the waves For they'll take you and me to watery graves." You looked at me, as if I were strange. A man you've not seen, a madman deranged. I feared to speak in such a mood, you were lost And the waves took you too. Such is the cost For mortal men to stand against Neptune, The god of the sea grant ye no boon. For his children will come and still thy love heart And the waves will take her and rip love apart. Yet still a remain, by unforgiving sea. 'Twas the you were you and I was me.
Great rhyme! The meter is an irregular fusion of iambic and anapestic, but for the most part it flows pretty well; it has that cresting and troughing feel of a wave. Just a few lines that didn't really make sense to me.
And the told of tales, of the places the meet.
I'm guessing you meant "they" instead of "the."
Yet still a remain, by unforgiving sea. 'Twas the you were you and I was me.
Not sure what the "a" or the "the" is supposed to be in this part.
Know this, dear one, when I think of thee The last time we walked beside the sea. Where the children of Neptune lapped at our feet And the told of tales, of the places they meet. Where they hold balls and parties beneath the shore; Where mermaids and drowned men sing evermore. "Come play! Come play!" They laughed out with glee. "Come play! Come play!" Beneath tempest sea. There in your eyes I saw a longing unknown A longing for love, life, and to see Neptune's throne. "Dearest," I spoke in trembling tone, "Heed not the waves For they'll take you and me to watery graves." You looked at me, as if I were strange. A man you've not seen, a madman deranged. I feared to speak in such a mood, you were lost And the waves took you too. Such is the cost For mortal men to stand against Neptune, The god of the sea will grant ye no boon. For his children will come and still thy love's heart And the waves will take her and rip love apart. Yet still I remain, by unforgiving sea. No longer do I remain the man you knew before The day you walked into the sea, away from the shore. 'Twas when you were you and I was me.
Know this, dear one, when I think of thee The last time we walked beside the sea. Where the children of Neptune lapped at our feet And the told of tales, of the places they meet. Where they hold balls and parties beneath the shore; Where mermaids and drowned men sing evermore. "Come play! Come play!" They laughed out with glee. "Come play! Come play!" Beneath tempest sea. There in your eyes I saw a longing unknown A longing for love, life, and to see Neptune's throne. "Dearest," I spoke in trembling tone, "Heed not the waves For they'll take you and me to watery graves." You looked at me, as if I were strange. A man you've not seen, a madman deranged. I feared to speak in such a mood, you were lost And the waves took you too. Such is the cost For mortal men to stand against Neptune, The god of the sea will grant ye no boon. For his children will come and still thy love's heart And the waves will take her and rip love apart. No longer do I remain the man you knew before The day you walked into the sea, away from the shore. Yet still I remain, by unforgiving sea. 'Twas when you were you and I was me.
*Really sorry for all the posts I keep catching mistakes*
It is the waves of fear That I dread the most; Causing to drop a tear My body is host; Seems like coals that sear Too numerous to post; Memories I hold dear Consider the coast; As gentle waves I hear Medicine is dosed; Breath and thoughts are now clear. To the store for roast; Soon put the car in gear This was not a ghost; Just a rainy, cold, drear That strangled my throat; Happens this time of year When I reach for a coat; My conscious I hear Take a pill for the road; Even driving near Not worth the heavy load; Why is it so queer? Changes I will not boast; Suddenly and clear As a bell they did gloat; Surprise, you are old dear In my journal words wrote; Of a busy life, freer Than is daily rote. Music I long to hear Are waves against boats; To dash away my fears Mean to me, the most.
Changed the title of the thread if anyone was wondering. More accurate anyway.
Rooves is a word someone left out of the dictionary. Also, I haven't posted anything here in a while.
Also: Pulse -> Shock -> Waves
I Once Wrote Something That Many People Liked
In gambrel rooves and glabrous skulls, Beneath the webs of ravenous gulls, A pulse, one so elaborate, lulls To sleep, to take, the drab which dulls. Pay heed to its symphonic pulls. In strength rise to symbolic bulls. Amidst, rapt in, typhonic wools, A spark, a shock, the spirit fulls. Deluge beyond the meager mules And wash across beleaguered fools Swirl in eddies, crush eager pools A time, it is, your meter rules. But like a spark, a fire sans fuels, The vigor thins like dead man's gruels. Sopped in sand like milk for mewls, Waves wait in breath for their renewals.
