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.
Mistakes happen, but IMO if the judging was already made going with it is probably the best. I don't really see any indications that more people were going to submit, and now that what the judge thinks is laid out in full view, it makes it easy to game the judging. Moving on would probably be the best recourse.
death all around me circleing like a vulture i know my time has come to see my long gone friends buried all around me
the one hope that has come to last is a peaceful death painless and fast i look once more to the sky as a tear forms on my eye
i remeber the world as it once was to my eyes my mind goes true blank
the buildings the trees they mean nothing to me the one thing that matter was the love that i scattered through out my life to friends and foe the plants that bloom fast i did sew(soe?)
the time has arrived at now i rest the life i live was the best sweet water poured upon my chest the sting of power puts me to rest ---------------------------------------- ok thats my entry, kinda early i know but its what i thought up with. its a merge of different kinds a poems from 1,2's to haikus
Presumably sourwhatup, since you judged the last one.
It is customary to end a terza rima in a couplet, which I have done so in this poem.
Eyes I Dare Not Meet
What wonders shall we know as we pass through The final frontier of beckoning death? Shall we journey forth to a wondrous zoo: A menagerie of eyes that draw breath And sustenance from behind that steel cage, The ancestors who ere our death had left?
Or will we see the slaughterhouse of rage That tramples upon the fabled winepress: The Jungle for a bloody minimum wage Where all are butchered in a gory mess Of body parts and mem'ries dismembered And boiled, canned to feed the eyes, the guests.
But soft! The hopes of dead men remember, Floating soft over ash, like spores and seeds, As tears of resolution cool the embers To leave the peace of mind which dying feeds. And from that peace shall we finally know The Eden that we cultivated from our deeds.
And so those eyes shall never bring us woe, For life eternal tells us where to blow.
