Poetry competition CLOSED 18th October 2013 5:46am
WINNER
LunaObscura (Utmakalitho Petragammata)
LunaObscura (Utmakalitho Petragammata)
Bringing Justice to Rhyme
Poetry Contest Description
So you think you can Rhyme?
The Challenge -
Compose a poem using only an internal rhyming scheme, after you've completed that pull together a Prose piece consisting of internal rhyming, that is relevant to your poem. You may not collaborate. Those using the AA or AB rhyming scheme your entries will be deemed invalid. Any questions must be sent to my inbox, you have as many entries as you want.
Your topic can be of your choosing, I will be favouring something realistic, take inspiration from your favourite poem's topic and seek to have yours exceed it.
- POST BOTH, poem AND prose as ONE entry.
- No collaborations.
- One month.
- No AA / AB rhyming scheme.
- Use other techniques to COMPLIMENT your rhyming.
- Every internal rhyme must connect to the other.
- Final line - finisher, and the rules do not apply to that line.
- Grammar, and punctuation is expected to be correct.
Compose a poem using only an internal rhyming scheme, after you've completed that pull together a Prose piece consisting of internal rhyming, that is relevant to your poem. You may not collaborate. Those using the AA or AB rhyming scheme your entries will be deemed invalid. Any questions must be sent to my inbox, you have as many entries as you want.
Your topic can be of your choosing, I will be favouring something realistic, take inspiration from your favourite poem's topic and seek to have yours exceed it.
- POST BOTH, poem AND prose as ONE entry.
- No collaborations.
- One month.
- No AA / AB rhyming scheme.
- Use other techniques to COMPLIMENT your rhyming.
- Every internal rhyme must connect to the other.
- Final line - finisher, and the rules do not apply to that line.
- Grammar, and punctuation is expected to be correct.
far be it for me
to go dragging up atrocities passed
where blood, honest to goodness red blood
mixed with a fine white dust
and formed a crust on people, places, and things
death brings something to you
because you are weak, a bull, a coward with a mean streak
and you, stand before your peers and jeer
then sneer, because you know
its the sound of the million screams
echoing through your head
that gets you out of bed in the morning
and you crave the dreams
where you're back there, back anywhere
that there's a killing to be made
with no fair warning
The panel returned to silence, and gazed scornfully
at the accused. He stood tall, for all the good it would do.
because after-all he had killed at will and kept it up until
the tide changed. and he, was found cowering in a church
basement.
Serje, the accused, was more than a little amused at the
proceedings. he was after-all, only there because they'd shoot
him if he tried to leave
All rise! the panel stood and sat again. then, one of them
leaned in and spoke, his eyes firmly fixed on the shoes of the accused.
"guilty. now can someone take this filthy beast and
chain him. let his eyes see no more light. let him feast on
the crumbs spat from the mouths of the insane. see how he likes
that game for sixty days. then take him out and shoot him,
drop him in the sea ..has he any last words to say?"
I'll be tinkering about with this for the duration
to go dragging up atrocities passed
where blood, honest to goodness red blood
mixed with a fine white dust
and formed a crust on people, places, and things
death brings something to you
because you are weak, a bull, a coward with a mean streak
and you, stand before your peers and jeer
then sneer, because you know
its the sound of the million screams
echoing through your head
that gets you out of bed in the morning
and you crave the dreams
where you're back there, back anywhere
that there's a killing to be made
with no fair warning
The panel returned to silence, and gazed scornfully
at the accused. He stood tall, for all the good it would do.
because after-all he had killed at will and kept it up until
the tide changed. and he, was found cowering in a church
basement.
Serje, the accused, was more than a little amused at the
proceedings. he was after-all, only there because they'd shoot
him if he tried to leave
All rise! the panel stood and sat again. then, one of them
leaned in and spoke, his eyes firmly fixed on the shoes of the accused.
"guilty. now can someone take this filthy beast and
chain him. let his eyes see no more light. let him feast on
the crumbs spat from the mouths of the insane. see how he likes
that game for sixty days. then take him out and shoot him,
drop him in the sea ..has he any last words to say?"
I'll be tinkering about with this for the duration
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In a farming village by the sea, Sheila lives
Into the woods she wanders aimlessly not
To gather wood for fire, food for daily meal
The woods has gone dark, her chores undone
As the skylark sings telling her to return
She now must turn, and return to her home
But before she can, pitch black night comes
Total darkness consumes her winding path
Falls off the hill away from the trail,
Lost deeper into the unforgiving woods…
When moonlight peeks among the shadows
Of towering trees, she seeks refuge behind
From the pack of wolves ready to attack
She waltzes around the tree, trying to get free
From the first onslaught, caught her by the arm
She shouts out to heaven, fights back bravely
With her last ounce of courage, rage storming
Through her mind, until she was devoured
Luna, the only silent witness, now afraid to peek
Unwanting to see her gruesome death!
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Sheila lives in a farming village by the sea. She wanders into the nearby forest to gather wood for fire and food for her daily meal. It’s almost dark when she hears the skylark sings, signaling her it’s time to go back. Although she hasn’t finished her chores yet, she decided to turn around and return to her home. Before she can, the extremely dark night falls, which makes her unable to see the winding path. She falls off the hill away from the trail; deeper into the forest and got lost.
When the moon shines, it gives light among the shadows of the huge, tall trees. She hides behind those trees to shield herself from the attack coming from a pack of wolves. She goes around the tree moving back and forth like dancing to the waltz. She tries to set herself free from the first fierce attack, which caught her by the arm. She shouts out for help and fights bravely with her last ounce of courage until her mouth was fully shut. Rage fills her mind while she wages war against the unrelenting beasts. She tries her best to fight back, but there is nothing she can do but shout out to heaven, until she was beaten and eaten voraciously. The moon, which is the only silent witness to her ferocious fight, is now gone wanting not to see her gruesome death!
Devilish said:Honestly i don't know what the definition of internal rhyme is and AA BB never heard of it. Yes i know that sounds retarded but i don't. Other wise i would love to enter this.
When you're rhyming, the first two lines that rhymes in the first or so stanza, are called AA and the succeeding lines, 3rd and 4th would be BB.
When you're rhyming, the first two lines that rhymes in the first or so stanza, are called AA and the succeeding lines, 3rd and 4th would be BB.
