This is one contest in a bunch and I hope it is as successfull as I dream it will be. First of all, I have read a lot of fantasy books lately and the ones I remember most are the one's that have some sort of dire prophecy in them, sort of a poem with twisted words that never mean exactly what you think they should mean. This contest is sort of like that. I want poetry with hidden meanings, metaphors and all that good stuff. However, because I do love fantasy, I want them all to have a tie to some sort of fantasy and they must all be predictions of the future, be they dire warnings or about the silver lining. Have fun with this, the more creative, the more likely you are to win.
Now for the rules:
1. No swearing or expletives what so ever, takes away from the feel of the poem and invites crudeness and vulgarity.
2. No stick caps.
3. I will not impose a limit on lines, but make it reasonable, not too lengthy and not too short.
4. MUST RHYME
5. Must be telling the future, nothing in the present, though you can use the past if it sets up the poem really well.
Those are really all my rules, so have fun and good luck.
Your Host,
Tiphanie
P.S. I meant to allow prewrites in the beginning, but it always gets me and I always uncheck the box so I fixed it. Hope this didn't cause to much undo stress. Good luck brilliant authors.
Now for the rules:
1. No swearing or expletives what so ever, takes away from the feel of the poem and invites crudeness and vulgarity.
2. No stick caps.
3. I will not impose a limit on lines, but make it reasonable, not too lengthy and not too short.
4. MUST RHYME
5. Must be telling the future, nothing in the present, though you can use the past if it sets up the poem really well.
Those are really all my rules, so have fun and good luck.
Your Host,
Tiphanie
P.S. I meant to allow prewrites in the beginning, but it always gets me and I always uncheck the box so I fixed it. Hope this didn't cause to much undo stress. Good luck brilliant authors.
Contest is Over
- Contest was judged on June 13, 2007
- Rewards: Gold: 300, Silver: 100, Bronze: 50
- Final notes: I would like to thank all the brilliant poets who have decided to enter this contest, it was such a pleasure to judge. Thank you all, and a special thanks to those who have one placements. Great job.
Your Host,
Tiphanie
Contest Winners
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this is an extent to my poem "The Risk" as I had to write a narrative poem for school...MINE IS AN EPIC!• Commented on by judge. Prewrite [remove]
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Whence upon the mark, one thousand; whilst the tribes are numbered on hand, / The kings betray the lion's band--their victory 'pon the sandby dragondancer 35 lines, 2 comments, on May 29 3:23 AM 2007. In Sad, Other, Fantasy
Silver trophy winner
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A new dawn rises on the far eastern shores / And the Earth trembles with terror and fright / A million deaths become reality / As the bright blessed day doth turn to night / Fire burns the shores of the islands / Anby XxGoldenxXDawnxX 34 lines, 2 comments, on Jun 10 3:22 PM 2007. In Fantasy, Spiritual, Thoughts
Bronze trophy winner
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Long after the world we know / Has been crippled from blood and tears, / A star will rise and shake the earth, / Heighten many fears. / A s• Commented on by judge. [remove]
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I had a dream not long ago, yet my eyes were open wide. / I knocked the dust from a little black book, that had long laid on its' side. As• Commented on by judge. Prewrite [remove]
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The river crashes down the mountain side / Helplessly I’m carried by on its tide / Swift and certain full of might and power / Like destiny at it’s appointed hour / In the distance where the banks spread wideby Resurrected-heart 29 lines, 5 comments, on Jun 10 12:16 AM 2007. In Spiritual• Commented on by judge. [remove]
Gold trophy winner
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When the old thrush knocks / On the old wood docks / And the sun shines down / On the old brown rocks / From the old blue sea / She’ll return to thee / Back to the hard ground / ‘Neath the old oak tree /by MerelyMadness 23 lines, 4 comments, on May 29 10:15 AM 2007. In Prophecy• Commented on by judge.
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Walking through a park am I / And trees are green and in line / In the distance there is water / And brightness that does shine / I see swi• Commented on by judge.
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Your hair stand on end, / For the end is at hand, / You can not run, / For this son, / Shall no your fear, / With his fire eyes shall peer, / Consuming all you hold dear, / For alone he may steer, / When the cby Yawgmoth 17 lines, 2 comments, on Jun 10 9:36 PM 2007• Commented on by judge.
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And the checkered knave did shrill and cry
The bloody raven was no more, it had expired and died• Commented on by judge. Prewrite
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in the far off future unicorns dance
and dragons fly with wings of fine clover,
someone will distract you with a mad glance,
a shoelace will slip and you'll fall over.
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WOW, I have seen the future!!!...
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Shucks!!!
Dang it, I just did my Prophecy poem today, no prewrites huh? actually I dont think it fits exactly, but its doggone close. -
Well i would so totally enter this except i cant rhyme.it bothers me for some reason when i do and i usually end up not likeing the poem very much.i had a great idea to....
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