Title says most of it. This is more like an epic than a poem though. I came up with it on the way to school. Tell me what you think. Calliope would be proud.
In an old, mighty town by the shore There was a dragon knocking at the door Heroes were called; as were soldiers brave But none of them, could the town save
The civilians watched, blood-scent sickened As their best warriors were all then stricken In the midst of this was a young boy Who was determined to bring peace and joy
The king, he promised gold and wives So many attempted heroes gave their lives But the boy, he wanted naught Yet still, to the town he went and fought
Not a moment too soon was his arrival The dragon just slain its main archrival Ready to pillage and then to burn The dragon wrought havoc, as the boy was soon to learn
The hero pulls his bowstring taut Arrow ready to fly, and discover The true love, of peace, he sought The crowd watches, all in awe It's sure to be the coup de grace Then the boy disappears into the dragon's maw
The others stare, terrified Sure they must have mistaken eyes Then the red hot rage breaks through their shock They pick up sticks, and rocks They throw them at the dragon, yea And the dragon, then he flies away
The townsfolk, they were left alone Frightened, shaken to the bone Their town in shambles, all their warriors dead The trodden dirt, now soaked with red
The weakling, the young one Because of him, the battle was won With his final breaths He passed the savior's final test To sacrifice, to give again So they may win, and he may rest
I think that because I had nothing to write it down on, I left some of what I came up with on the way to school in some lost-memory refuge in my mind(which would probably be full to bursting, then). But still...fairly good. But it's not my opinion that counts. It's yours. So what do you think?
*scratches head* Really? You won the Poetry Contest? I get the feeling I'm missing something here...do you know where to get mind weapons? So I can storm the lost-memory refuge? Nah, jk. But seriously. NEED TO STORM LOST MEMORY REFUGE!
I wouldn't do that. What if something your mind repressed came up? Like the night with the creepy guy in the van?
Pshaw dangit Thyll, you just linked me to something I knew was meant to be forgotten...*starts frenetically scrubbing mind with squeegee* Gay Moat: Why would I want to forget thomething like that??? Teehee Straight Moat: Goddammit Gay, you need to stop making us all feel uncomfortable! *tackles Gay and starts punching him* Gay Moat: Ooohh...and thith doethn't look like anything that would make uth feel uncomfortable... Straight Moat: *stands up* I hate it when you win these things...
dude I have a huge vocabulary i just don't put in a lot of effort.You know all the 2 poems I had submitted to the poetry contest were right off my head.
dude I have a huge vocabulary i just don't put in a lot of effort.You know all the 2 poems I had submitted to the poetry contest were right off my head.
Neither did I, really. Well, Numb Immortality and One Bitter Winter's End were strenuous and time consuming. Other than that, you could almost call my poems...frivolous? Yes, I am strying to show off my extravagant vernacular. Anyways, I'll stop doing that now. Lol.
Jkmad, coming up with poems off your head isn't something to brag about. I like the poem. I might give a crit later . . . but I'm tired . . . .
Tis....tis not?! *hides head in ultimate shame* I'm glad you liked it. There's not much else to do, my bus home takes its good sweet time about it. Awww...I wanted a serious crit... VOIDY! Oi Voidy! Ok I give up. MANTA! Crit mah poem!
