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!
Oh yes, and the point, refered to in the poem, refers to the cliffs at Point du Hoc, which the rangers scaled with the help of grappeling hooks attached to rockets, with ropes trailing out behind. The Rangers then used the rope to hoist up ladders.
A Day in Hell _________________________________________________________
Drop 'till noon Think, not so soon 'till noon
Get home Yell, fight, threat, that's life In the one and only Hell.
It ain't happenin' She ain't leavin' I ain't dyin' I wish In Hell
A day in Life Ain't so great It's like a knife, stuck in clay, now it's filthy now it's duller now it works like Hell
All the things come crashing, crashing, crashing, crashing down. Just like a day in Hell. Hell.
It's the Day in Life It's the day in Hell It's the day I fear It's the unpredictability of, Hell.
Cause with it comes, Life, life of day, life of night, it don't matter, always fighting, yelling, threatening
Time goes by, hour by hour minute by minute, But in Hell Minute is Hour, Hour is Day
But you can't tell, just like the time of day. So screw the Day So screw the Life So screw the Hell So just get away from it all.
That's right Now you heard A day in hell, ain't as great as you heard.
There are ups Almost never There are downs More than ever
What you waiting for? The day you die? Well that's soon, It's already set in stone, And that's my poem. My poem in Hell
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This poem is not what my real life is like, sure there are there downs, and it may seem like hell, but the Up's and Downs balance out, mostly more ups than downs.
I am not inspired at all, I will probably not make a poem this round. I will concentrate on drawing. I have to apologize, cause this is a nice theme and I should make something.
I am not inspired at all, I will probably not make a poem this round. I will concentrate on drawing. I have to apologize, cause this is a nice theme and I should make something.
No need to apologize, all of us go through non-inspiring periods. It's part of being an artist.
OK ...Here are the results for this weeks poetry contest ... <drum roll>
NOTE: If you would like your poem critiqued, feel free to ask other members at the bottom of your poem post. Members will feel more free to voice their opinions if prompted to do so by the author. Thank you.
1st Place - shaynell
Medic?
Wake up, groggy Get my uniform on, My cereal is soggy! Head to work, try to stifle a yawn.
Here at work, corner of Fifth and Main, Trouble brewing, action bubbling. Meet my crew, ignoring me in my disdain, This day is going to be terribly troubling.
Off we go, down Fifth Street, Sirens blaring, slashing the morning air. Lights flashing, red as a beet, The sun rises, content -- without a care.
We arrive to the scene, disturbing sight, Two cars, tangled together, like balls of yarn in a fight. Five casualties, slumped over, Life ticking by, their candle burning out.
But all was in vain, Two died at the scene, The rest, died later that night. A day in my life.
I felt that I had stepped into an actual day of a medic. Awesome job!
2nd Place - thisisnotanalt
Wake up fall out of bed drag a comb across your head stop pretending to be Paul
stay half-asleep the whole day better get half now, you'll get no real rest anyway
beat yourself for the many things you miss feel the pain, say to youself 'I'll get through this'
an uneasy feeling the whole time haphazard events, no reason or rhyme but time itself is not so kind on a wild goose chase with no goose to find
Sink low, stay high watch friendships and purpose die
Your viscous soul has lost it's flow like disjointed commercials with no show
tomorrow, a new day to limp through you see no point to continue thought of passing time runs through caressing, consoling, backstabbing you
Very good at capturing the essence of people who just live a robotic day to day existence.
3rd Place - Maverick4
A Life In A Day
Thirty Seconds! Till the gate drops foward Putting us out on the beach
The cliff-face is silent No movement seen Maby they all ran away...
Twenty Seconds! The tension builds Whumps of shelling in the background
Ten Seconds! Then hell is unleashed On this god-dammed beach
Five Seconds! The bosun screams out And still the cliff are silent
Drop! The gate falls down And the cliffs come alive
Bullets ping off the sides And the men in front fall And the bullets still come
We burst into flame And jump over the side To stay alive...a bit longer
Wading through the waves Like sitting ducks We get picked off
The tide turns crimson The bodies float And we cower behind eachother
Mother! Mother! Some kid cries out He soon stops...
A LCT* explodes Raining shrapnel and Body parts on us
A man walks around Holding his disembered arm He ask us where it is
We make a break For farther up the beach Only three of us make it
We race up the beach And see some men Pinned up behind a wall
We dive next to them To avoid getting hit The guy next to me has no head...
Pshooooooowww! The Rangers launch there rockets At the point
Krauts drop grenades As they climb Blowing them off the ladders
Dirt puffs up And yet they still miss us Behind this wall
A guy dashes over And dives And hits a mine
It blows his chin off And moans out He's gone within the hour
A day in the life A life in a day On Omaha beach
I have to tell you Mav, for never being there you did an excellent job of bringing the reader to Omaha Beach. There are quite a few grammatical errors, but this is a poetry contest, not a grammar contest.
Honorable Mentions - TSL3_needed, adrecka_33
The best Song goes to Krizaz (I had to post this, because how ever many times I read your poem, I couldn't help but sing it. That's a good thing)
I would like to say THANKS YOU to EVERYONE that participated in this weeks contest, and if your name wasn't mentioned this week, please keep on trying, and eventually you will see your name placed! A round of applause to all this weeks participants!
Now, for this weeks theme ... this weeks theme is"Things That Don't Impress Me" . That can be a poem about anything, any place, any objects, or anybody that you are not impressed with. Just make sure we get the gist of which category or whom you are referencing in your poem. The deadline will beMonday, July 27th.
Things That Don't Impress Me Few things impress me, Including things I cannot see, Like the simple fee, For letting me be. Things that impress me, Never come to be, And are few and far between, Never getting seen. Fights, Lights, Shovels And snow. Those do not impress me, But are often the key, To things that be, And things we see. All the ghosts, The demons, The banshees And wraiths. Those impress me, But they are never seen, Left to be, Caught in the in between. Cyanide, Suicide, Homicide, Causing them to die. The supernatural, The paranormal, The things we cannot explain, Are things that impress me. Few things else impress me, Architecture, Empires, And forest fires. Those impress me, But rise and fall, As life and death do, As the tide of the pacific does. Nothing else impresses me, Not darkness, Not war, Not even the greatest natural forces. Only the rare things impress me, But nothing else does, Things I never see, Are things that impress me.
