Terza Rima is a type of poetry consisting of 10 or 11 syllable lines arranged in three-line.
Example:
Ode to the West Wind by Percy Bysshe Shelley
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing
So here are the rules:
~Terza Rima's must be completely Original which means no Plagiarizing. ~There can only be 1 submission per user ~The same user is not able to win twice in a row ~Even if the same user who won can't win.. doesn't mean they can't enter ~Must be submitted before the actual deadline for the contest ~It has to fit the theme
This will always last 1 week.
The deadline is February 27th and most Contests will start on the weekend.
This weeks Theme is The Desert and I am still in the process of asking for a merit to the winners.
I love terza rima, but I'm going to tell you up straight, you're probably not going to get much reception for this contest. Poetic forms are a dying art.
I think this may fall into the general category of "Poems", for which there is already an official merit contest, so the merit thing is doubtful. But I'm turning in for the night soon, so why not? It's been FOREVER since I did terza rima, this should be fun! And easy, too, since thus far I'm the only competitor. But considering, now this should be hard. I'm some tough competition. It'll be hard to beat myself. And even if I beat myself, I'll lose, because I beat myself, so even though I win, I'll lose, because I beat myself, so then I'll lose, because the other part of me won, but then they'll lose, because I won and I lost and... Now I'm confusing myself. Epically. Before I embarrass myself even further, let's just get on to the poem, shall we?
Desert, barren wasteland that never rains Desert, land of scorching heat or icy cold Go; the foolish and bold, ever to remain
Darn, that wasn't bad, now was it? I couldn't resist adding that extra rhyme in there. Anyway, I hope to beat myself. And then lose. Only to beat myself. Only to lose. One of me will lose, one of me will win, therefore I will both win and lose, losing, but simultaneously winning. Therefore, am I a winner, or am I a loser? Now I feel confused...but at the same time, I think that last paragraph was almost comprehensible. Thus, almost-comprehensible, yet ambiguous in its meaning, and could be mistaken for what it is(incomprehensible and random)...that means its philosophy! I'm a philosophical genius! Bwa-HA! You must now refer to me as Moatistotle! Or Mato! Or Moatcrates! If you do not understand those references, I have a request of you: I wish you to turn away because I would very much like to cry, having lost the last vestiges of faith in the collective intelligence of humanity.
Also, I'm still trying to get that merit.. just be patient xD
No offense or anything, but as I said before, I don't think that you'll get the merit for this thread. After all, there is already a poetry contest for a merit that encompasses all poem forms, so this would be kind of...extracurricular? Excessive? My vocabulary has failed me.
Is that you mom, wait it's just a mirage.
That line made me think of that one part in the liveaction Kangaroo Jack. Funny stuff.=P
A rolling sea of endless dust Lies before my very eyes While hoodoos jut from hardened crust Like wrecks that long ago capsized, Run aground into the many rocks Which dot the land; the end was nigh. Perhaps he thought that those were docks, A haven for the weary seaman, Approached to notice with a shock It could not be. Oh! What a demon Could have wrought such mischief here? And in that instant a free man Was petrified complete by fear To stand amid the west frontier.
Traditionally it's written in iambic pentameter, but as terza rima is a rhyme scheme, not a metrical form, I chose to use iambic tetrameter instead, because it's my favored meter.
