Poetry competition CLOSED 26th July 2013 5:42pm
WINNER
bluegirl19 (ErinH)
bluegirl19 (ErinH)
Show Me An Allusion
Poetry Contest Description
Write an allusion based on literary or historical figure of your choosing
Allusion - is a figure of speech that makes a reference to, or a representation of, people, places, events, literary work, myths, or works of art, either directly or by implication.
An example of allusion is the poem "Penelope" by Dorothy Parker, it is about Penelope from The Odyssey by Homer.
In the pathway of the sun,
In the footsteps of the breeze,
Where the world and sky are one,
He shall ride the silver seas,
He shall cut the glittering wave.
I shall sit at home, and rock;
Rise, to heed a neighbor's knock;
Brew my tea, and snip my thread;
Bleach the linen for my bed.
They will call him brave.
Another examples are a few of my own poems.
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/44105-forevermore-nevermore/
and,
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/112960-lady-lazarus-and-her-advice/
Rules
- Enter only one poem.
- Can be any length, and in any style.
- Please title your work.
- And make sure it is clear I know who you are speaking about.
- And of course, have fun.
You have on month, good luck my fellow poets and writers!
An example of allusion is the poem "Penelope" by Dorothy Parker, it is about Penelope from The Odyssey by Homer.
In the pathway of the sun,
In the footsteps of the breeze,
Where the world and sky are one,
He shall ride the silver seas,
He shall cut the glittering wave.
I shall sit at home, and rock;
Rise, to heed a neighbor's knock;
Brew my tea, and snip my thread;
Bleach the linen for my bed.
They will call him brave.
Another examples are a few of my own poems.
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/44105-forevermore-nevermore/
and,
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/112960-lady-lazarus-and-her-advice/
Rules
- Enter only one poem.
- Can be any length, and in any style.
- Please title your work.
- And make sure it is clear I know who you are speaking about.
- And of course, have fun.
You have on month, good luck my fellow poets and writers!
Anonymous
For Cali
She was like a cup of hot soup
by a blazing fire, offered with warmth
as you're coming through the door from the snow
frozen to the bone
like a phone call that ends worry
calms the nerves
a shoulder, tender
perfect for burying the face and weeping
like a lantern in the blackest darkness
like a map or a book of answers
when you only know that you don't know
she was like a friendly face in a crowd of strangers
a safety net when you'd tap out, drained
when all else failed, she kept faith
like a clearing through the most dense fog
I loved her so, she was my dog
Twisted Fate
Quiet, forced was I to carry crosses,
Born by those who quiver; quiver at the
Hand that holds the tarot and deals in death.
Death, if only it could be that simple;
Free from raging in a confined body.
Rather I must wander silent, bearing
Witness, ever overlooked by all.
Fractured. Words will never come to pass this
Broken mouth. Though words may never pass my
Tongue, there is a power I possess.
Lakhesis deals not in fairness, pity.
Rather, one must fight and rail against the
Intricate web she does design. Power
Lies in shadows, never being seen. To
Watch as men commit their crimes, to see the
Web that slowly chokes their schemes take hold, yet
Unaware that destiny is theirs no
More, nor was it ever truly theirs to hold.
Yes, to watch as men destroy their souls for
Vicious tiffs and strifes, while moving ever
Close to death at Atropos’ hand, playing
Perfectly to Fates design, now that is
Power that I will be glad to wield.
So, this poem has two sets of allusions. It is written from the point of view of Lavinia from Shakespeare's "Titus Andronicus", and it also alludes directly to the two of the three Fates from Greek mythology. Also, it is written in loose iambic pentameter.
Quiet, forced was I to carry crosses,
Born by those who quiver; quiver at the
Hand that holds the tarot and deals in death.
Death, if only it could be that simple;
Free from raging in a confined body.
Rather I must wander silent, bearing
Witness, ever overlooked by all.
Fractured. Words will never come to pass this
Broken mouth. Though words may never pass my
Tongue, there is a power I possess.
Lakhesis deals not in fairness, pity.
Rather, one must fight and rail against the
Intricate web she does design. Power
Lies in shadows, never being seen. To
Watch as men commit their crimes, to see the
Web that slowly chokes their schemes take hold, yet
Unaware that destiny is theirs no
More, nor was it ever truly theirs to hold.
Yes, to watch as men destroy their souls for
Vicious tiffs and strifes, while moving ever
Close to death at Atropos’ hand, playing
Perfectly to Fates design, now that is
Power that I will be glad to wield.
So, this poem has two sets of allusions. It is written from the point of view of Lavinia from Shakespeare's "Titus Andronicus", and it also alludes directly to the two of the three Fates from Greek mythology. Also, it is written in loose iambic pentameter.
Anonymous
http://www.cartoonaday.com/images/cartoons/2012/01/edgar-allen-poe-cartoon-poet-598x664.jpg
NEVERMORE
My husband left me for another
These are the things
I will not do for any future man
Cook - nevermore
Clean - nevermore
Iron - nevermore
Be pregnant - nevermore
Give birth - nevermore
Give him my paycheck - nevermore
Look the other way - nevermore
Be kind to my in-laws - nevermore
Move him 6 times in 6 years - nevermore
Put his career before mine - nevermore
If this sounds like I have become a major bitch
You would too....women have expiry dates
My husband took those "best years of my life"
Left me "holding the bag"
Of course if it happened to you - would you not be mad??????
NEVERMORE
My husband left me for another
These are the things
I will not do for any future man
Cook - nevermore
Clean - nevermore
Iron - nevermore
Be pregnant - nevermore
Give birth - nevermore
Give him my paycheck - nevermore
Look the other way - nevermore
Be kind to my in-laws - nevermore
Move him 6 times in 6 years - nevermore
Put his career before mine - nevermore
If this sounds like I have become a major bitch
You would too....women have expiry dates
My husband took those "best years of my life"
Left me "holding the bag"
Of course if it happened to you - would you not be mad??????
Somelikeithot, this is not a allusion. It has to be based off a literary or historical figure. How is your poem based off one of those?
Same for you Mikimoondancer, I enjoy your poem very much it is not about a literary or historical figure. And that is what my competition asks for, though the definition of "Allusion" may say different, my competition is asking for a reference to a literary or a historical figure.
Using the word "Nevermore" is not a reference to Edgar Allan Poe himself.
Thank you.
-Paige Rider
Same for you Mikimoondancer, I enjoy your poem very much it is not about a literary or historical figure. And that is what my competition asks for, though the definition of "Allusion" may say different, my competition is asking for a reference to a literary or a historical figure.
Using the word "Nevermore" is not a reference to Edgar Allan Poe himself.
Thank you.
-Paige Rider
meditation
because the american flag has been burnt too many times for anyone to care
another exhibition
people would rather see behind your curtains without having to look
i have a book of jokes called the bible
i have a book of sins called year 1 english
i will write a book of names called 100 aliases for home or overseas
because the american flag has been burnt too many times for anyone to care
another exhibition
people would rather see behind your curtains without having to look
i have a book of jokes called the bible
i have a book of sins called year 1 english
i will write a book of names called 100 aliases for home or overseas
Severed head
The hollow sleepily slumbers
with thoughts of restless dread
as the sharpened teeth of the horseman could drag them from their steads
He bursts from his tree full of blood and debris like a 5 year old rising from bed
His black charger horse is essential of course for what is rider sans steed
The site of its jump, at the order so blunt
Will make a man piss down his knees
I think I did this right?
The hollow sleepily slumbers
with thoughts of restless dread
as the sharpened teeth of the horseman could drag them from their steads
He bursts from his tree full of blood and debris like a 5 year old rising from bed
His black charger horse is essential of course for what is rider sans steed
The site of its jump, at the order so blunt
Will make a man piss down his knees
I think I did this right?
Anonymous
Sorry, I did not read the part that said who to write one on
My dog is my favorite historical figure though, her life was devoted to pure love and faithfulness.
I do get what you mean though, so just ignore my entry :-)
My dog is my favorite historical figure though, her life was devoted to pure love and faithfulness.
I do get what you mean though, so just ignore my entry :-)
Mikimoondancer, thank you for understanding. I lost my dog not to long ago and did enjoy your poem very much it just didn't quite fit my competition.
Oldmanadeus your poem was very clear on who you were talking about, thank you.
-Paige Rider
Oldmanadeus your poem was very clear on who you were talking about, thank you.
-Paige Rider
Double M.
She was graceful as M.
Although that wasn't her name.
Neither was M's.
She had fame like M.
But not in Hollywood like M.
She was famous in her own right.
She had blonde hair like M.
She had the marks like M.
She had a life like M.
and sadly, she died like M.
Leaving an eternal legacy.
If you didn't catch on, I was referencing Marilyn Monroe.
She was graceful as M.
Although that wasn't her name.
Neither was M's.
She had fame like M.
But not in Hollywood like M.
She was famous in her own right.
She had blonde hair like M.
She had the marks like M.
She had a life like M.
and sadly, she died like M.
Leaving an eternal legacy.
If you didn't catch on, I was referencing Marilyn Monroe.
Anonymous
What Would He Do?
He roamed, philosophizing with his closest friends
knowing this world needed real change
with long hair and sandals like the very first hippie
his every word mistaken, lost on the ignorant
imprinting desert sands and open minds
rewriting history over lands and time
a name now synonymous with hatred
of souls outcast, victimized, berated
but, he spoke of love
logic and acceptance
died in vain
for being different
known by few, loved by many
murdered in darkness
they call him the light
no other time, purpose
or life
is as misunderstood
as that of Christ
