Falcon2001 Posted February 26, 2003 Report Posted February 26, 2003 I'm not sure if I'm going to make this a contest or not, but I think it's high-time we did something spiffy like this. I was sitting there thinking about what kind of stuff we could do, and I came up with a great idea. I'll specify five-ten topics, just simple sentences, and whoever turns the simple topic into a great poem wins...something...I'll decide later ;; or maybe a poem dedicated to them or something spiffyness. Or a sig, I'll make sigs Anyway, don't think of it as a contest, more of a challenge. okay, for instance, don't just repeat the topic sentence, play with it, mess with it. 1. A silver maiden in a golden field. 2. The churchbell tolled thirteen. 3. You run your fingers across a scratched in '82 in a desk 4. The frog jumped into the puddle. 5. The sun burns azure in the sky 6. The perfect sunset. 7. A crow caws at the end of day 8. An earthquake rips through a small village. 9. You enter the abandoned house 10. A single citadel on top of a hill. Maximum of two entries per person, please. I'd like to keep it simple. Anyway, pick a topic, write a poem, and have fun Okay, I'm done, I'll be posting my example soon.
Tasslehoff Posted February 26, 2003 Report Posted February 26, 2003 Ill look into a few of these topics soon . =)
Justin Silverblade Posted February 26, 2003 Report Posted February 26, 2003 This is a great idea Falcon! I hope the muse gives me some good inspiration, 'cause I'm definately gonna see what I can do with a couple of these. - Justin
Falcon2001 Posted February 26, 2003 Author Report Posted February 26, 2003 Well I'm glad everyone likes it thus far, here's my example poem. I'd like to remind everyone that I am ~not~ going to enter as a contestant, 'cause it'd be unfair. Anyway...on to '86' Run my hand over scratchy forms History in a curve and a line Once somebody long ago took knife And left part of himself behind Crystal memories transcieve time And provide the base to which we build Respect the past with letters of gold As I touch the faded scars of old That's a poem along the lines of topic #3, so you get the general idea.
Peredhil Posted February 26, 2003 Report Posted February 26, 2003 Quick contest entry... -Peredhil A slender maiden in field of gold Cast silver eyes on knights so bold She sent them on Love’s Own True Quest And said she’d marry Knight who did best. Impoverished knight traveled through the realm Smelled Death’s debris through his helm Earthshake had nearly leveled a town He paused in quest to search around. He searched the square, he searched each house. Disturbed beetles on bodies, in field was mouse. Carrion crows called in the end of day When he finally found mad child at play. He pined for vision of the silver maiden fair But for chance met waif he stayed to care He worked to bury all those she had known And committed his honour to see her grown. There came word of knights who overcame pain There were those whose deeds listed monsters slain But the noblest knight ranked in my heart Is he who stayed and did his part. Through many long years his patient love While twinkling stars marked years above He brought back sanity to eyes of blue I am that child – this story is true. And now my abode is the hilltop crown Our castle overlooks abandoned town. My Knightly stranger has gone to ground I wonder where love can be found? A blue-eyed maid in castle spire Wearing rich embroidered attire I seek a gentle knight with heart so mild He’d give his life to raise a child.
Seii Posted February 27, 2003 Report Posted February 27, 2003 Ah, the sacrifice of a life for another out of love, not necessity. I thought this idea was almost extinct outside my own mind, thanks for proving me wrong Peredhil!
Nyyark Posted February 27, 2003 Report Posted February 27, 2003 The perfect sunset Our last dynasty eclipsed By the rising night
Quincunx Posted February 27, 2003 Report Posted February 27, 2003 (Dedicated to Oogally Daboogallywoogally. To the tune of "The Addams Family":) There's lotsa cootiefroggies, They're jumping through the boggies, Their poison skins are soggy, The froggyloks invade! Da da da dum splish splash Da da da dum splish splash Da da da dum, da da da dum, da da da dum . . . But all did not go wellie-- With sword an' spell an' skellie, An' most of all their smellie-- They met the troll brigade! Da da da dum splish splash Da da da dum splish splash Da da da dum, da da da dum, da da da dum . . . With wooden pin for clotheses They tried to block their noses, But those fell, an' they chose, yes, For stink with steel repay. . . Da da da dum splish splash Da da da dum splish splash Da da da dum, da da da dum, da da da dum . . . (trollie fart noise)
Deadly Nightshade Posted February 28, 2003 Report Posted February 28, 2003 A silver maiden in a golden field. So delicate and frail young Maiden you steal the hearts of men Why do you weep? In your field as gold as you hair The wind dances in tendrils so fair You should be happy young Maiden Many men love you.. Please dont cry It would break the hearts of many To see one so fair weep But time is short for you. They will come.. And all will be lost it is why you weep is it not? So I will see you with the gods. Fair Maiden
Psimon Posted February 28, 2003 Report Posted February 28, 2003 Silence broken by the first Dust drifted on wind's caress Second dried her tears hope bled as from a wound Third cracked her heart sagged slowly to the floor Fourth crushed her bones such was the weight of it's portent The fifth swept her remains away a moment's purity The sixth poured darkness from below fear ran before the shadows The seventh opened the seas flesh dried in hurricane's grasp The eighth closed the waves buried the corpses in cold embrace Ninth toll chilled the air doom roamed unfettered Tenth toll shook the mountains till ocean swallowed rock Eleventh tolling rained fire scorched earth, lifeless Twelfth brought stars light to an end heavens tumbled slowly The churchbell tolled thirteen time ceased...
jonathan_wolfe Posted February 28, 2003 Report Posted February 28, 2003 The sun burns azure in the sky. Moves down, then slows.... and stops. azure sun? or azure sky? It moves again, world around getting darker. sunset caused, clouds are pink, that's expected. But what isn't, is all the names. pink, red, crimson, cerise, maroon orange, rose, peach, gold, ginger twilight.... blue... Where did the Cerulean go? replaced by midnight. We're all done here. Lets move on to the next story. If there is one. First the idea has to come Hit someone with that spark. It's too late today, come back tomorrow When the sun is azure again. Aphelion.
Tasslehoff Posted March 1, 2003 Report Posted March 1, 2003 I sit here stuck in memories, The tears running from my eyes, The waves hitting me as hard as they can, The pain ever so goddamn crushing, Not giving up its all so unrelenting Looking up to the sky for a release, All this pain buildig up, Needing some way to vent, Looking up to the sunset with many fears, Day turning to night, Bringing the nightmares again Rushing over the edge, this is the end, Falling down; Deeper; Even farther, But it is no differnt from yesterday Just another day, just another sunset...
Zariah Posted March 3, 2003 Report Posted March 3, 2003 HERE WE GO......... NOT EXACTLY FOLLOWING YOUR DIRECTIONS ABOUT THEME ORIENTATION, BUT I WAS CREATIVE..... Along the muddy water bank Crimson water stains the shore. Remembering the massacre, On March the third of '54, While angrily I curse the war. Condemned in mourning for my men. All who fought well for vict'ry prime. With tearful eye the bells do chime. Somehow I wish they had more time. All these years they haunt my mind. Tombed in a field, all left behind. Too many suffered through that pain, Hallmarks in knighthood they did untite, Enticing their foes who were insane. Embarking a path for an era of sight No longer hindered by chains of ill reign, Determined for freedom they charged with all might. Offered compromise by our enemy, we slowly retreated. From cunning deception, we then were defeated. They killed us in great numbers, those goblins cruel, Hopeful and dauntless, we stay on our course. Eternally damned, we died in the last duel. Drops of rain plummited upon rock-bedded shore. And a cry from a crow, brings the memory fresh. Yearning to keep me lost in the massacre of '54.
Psimon Posted March 4, 2003 Report Posted March 4, 2003 And there's the winner, right there! (IMHO) Fantastic creative twist on the 'guidelines' given... lateral thinking of the most excellent order! Well done, Zariah! *Psimon bows his head to the creative wonder that is.. Zariah. ************************** PS. Ummmmmm....... By my enthusiastic outburst above I didn't mean to stop others from having a go at this ... Far be it from me - the responsibility of 'declaring' the rightful 'winner'. I am not in the least worthy of such a task. Keep posting people! (please... pretty please... aw, come on now... please....................)
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