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 Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 12:40 am
I've been up the past couple of hours thinking up a nice contest for poetry. And, I've finally came up with something. So, here goes:
Four judges will participate in grading the poetry. These judges are allowed to post their own, except for myself, of course, but need to be completely unbiased on their decision for the winner. They will vote on what they think is the best form of emotion, best form of poetry.
The poems will be graded on four aspects:
Flow - The way the words flow together, rough or choppy, or smooth and beautiful.
Structure - Whether the poems are literate, bound together well, and whether there are fragments that are out of line in the poem.
Imagery - The kind of mental picture you can grasp from the poem, allowing you to picture and feel what the writer means.
Style - The way the writer presents themselves through the poem they have written.
Nothing is out of line, but keep in mind the PG-13 rating applies to this as well. Now then, the way the poems should be structured when you post them here.Quote: [Genre of Poem] > [Poem Name] ex. Love > My Heart If possible [Number of Words in the Poem] [Authors name or Gaia name or Pen-name] [Poem itself] [Author's Note "A/N'] [Signature]
So it will be listed like this:
Quote: Love < My Heart Words - 213 +Vincent+ or Mael Sither Poem Space A/N: Blah Blah Blah Then your personal signature {The one from gaia is fine}
Now then, what you all want to know....The reward, and how it will be decided. As stated before, four judges will be accountable. I'll list the four judges below, once I get them all.
For the reward... 10,000 GG goes to the winner, payed out by myself. It may seem like alot, but it also gives you initiative to write better. Alot of things can be done with 10k.
Judges -
Mael Sither
Wolfy-kuns
[ Rose ]
Mizu Rose
This contest will last for this week, from June 28th to July 5th. Next friday we will declare the winner.
So, as of now...Start writing! Let that beautiful creativity of yours be put to paper and win yourself some cash!
Competeing:
Ethril Dragon
Mizu Rose
Riaku_Nukazi
Wolfy-kuns
kashaan15
Jolee_Windu
kiill42
A/N: If you want to compete, post your name in this thread, and I will place it on this post.
Sincerely,
+Vincent+
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 4:06 pm
Whee~!
I wanna join! and I'm a judge! xP
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 4:38 pm
can you post more than one poem?
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 4:41 pm
I would like to join as well. ^_^ And, I'm also a judge. Yay!
o_0 But, wait, if I'm a judge, I can't possibly judge my own writing (although I'd probably give it a lousy score anyway. xD) Is that why the other three judges are going to be there? Just a thought...
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Ethril the Dragon Mother Captain
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 11:50 pm
Dark Fantasy > Song of the Siren
words - 106
Ethril Dragon
The Sound of frothed waves
Crashing to the shore
Tossing and turning
In the night forever more
A lone battered rock
Sits in the center
Of the tossing and turning
Not knowing any better
Whispered songs are heard
As sailors sail pass
A thick fog rolls in
Covering the salted masts
A slim figure appears
Of a young, pale girl
She sits on the rock
Letting her song whirl
The sailors all pause
Enchanted by the tune
Some seduced sailors jump
Into the watery doom
As her song enthralls
She flips her scaled tail
The song is carried by wind
As the wind rips at sails.
Her half smile enchants
All sailors listen spellbound
Her siren voice rises
Sailors leap out at the sound
A/N: I was drawing a seascape and started thinking about mermaids and sirens...thats about it really. And also, I'll be your first entry.
"If only, if only a wish came true"
-Ethril Dragon
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 1:40 pm
Riaku_Nukazi can you post more than one poem? If you want, but we need to be able to judge the one you want the most. As of now, I don't know how often I will be on, but I'll be on sometime between now and Friday to judge some of the stuff. As for everyone else, just post your stuff here and we'll close the thread thursday, Judge, then announce the winner friday.
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 3:29 pm
Can we enter poetry that we've already put on the Poetry board?
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 9:34 pm
Moon
11 words
Rae/ Riaku Nu-kazi
Stars Sparkle gently
as the wind whispers softly
speaking to the moon
It's a haiku, so that's why it doesn't rhyme, and it has the 7 5 7 pattern.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 12:04 pm
Wolfy-kuns Can we enter poetry that we've already put on the Poetry board? Yes you can. Riaku Nu-kazi Moon
11 words
Rae/ Riaku Nu-kazi
Stars Sparkle gently
as the wind whispers softly
speaking to the moon
It's a haiku, so that's why it doesn't rhyme, and it has the 7 5 7 pattern.
Allright, if you post anymore just please tell us which one you want us to focus on judging more. Thanks.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 4:32 pm
Whimsical Fantasy > Starry Night (Masquerade)
268 words
Wolfy-kuns
Starry night
Palace lights
Lit aglow
Here comes the show.
Little carriages, pulled by horses of white
Come into view, what a glorious flight!
Skimming the ground on wooden wheels
Dust kicked up by cloven heels
Drawn up to the party on this wonderful night
The full moon glowing high and bright
Out steps the gentleman, holding out his hand,
Coat hemmed in gold, he’s dressed so grand!
Next it's the lady, who radiates with power,
Her skirts embroidered with beautiful flowers.
Together they step through the vaulted doors
Across the polished floor, they seemed to soar
Feet waltz and twirl in careful time
The pair just like a couplet rhyme
Faceless others join with them, a colorful parade
Here at this wonderous masquerade
Starry night,
City lights,
The town sleeps,
Lone souls weep.
But I lay awake
And for good times sake
Open my childhood trunks
Pink and blue silks that have shrunk.
I pull on a gold feathered mask ,
go outside on the backyard grass,
let my feet slip across the dew,
feeling just like marble floors polished new.
My skirt from the secondhand store I found
twirls and twists just like a ball gown,
The wind chimes my music in three-four time
The words I sing don’t seem to rhyme.
Spinning and waltzing, a one-girl parade,
In my own glorious masquerade.
Starry night
Stars are bright
As I dance beneath the sky tonight
The moon my own spotlight
Words do not need be a couplet rhyme
For us to be jocund and sublime
For my love, you’re the prince portrayed
In my beautiful masquerade
A/N: This poem is also on my FictionPress account (Wolfy-kun), and I got a very plesant review on it. -^^-
Also, this was a companion to a short story idea I had... the first and third stanzas more related to it than the second. If a story contest ever pops up, I might write it and enter... :3
Somehow, when I found my flashdrive again, I didn't even know I wrote a third stanza until I looked at it. I think it's quite fabulous, to say the least, so I kept it. X3
Ignore the punctuation... I threw it in there for an odd reason... I also have a tendancy to read quicker as I draw near the end of a stanza.
"May peace with you and the stars watch over you"
~Wolfy
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 12:53 pm
Realistic> Shattered 223 Kathryn Cassand Gonna crack, gonna scream, gonna cry.
This work that pounds my brain makes me want to die.
All I want anymore is to lay asleep away,
But instead I sit awake at night and pray.
Pray for my comfort, pray for my sanity,
Pray for the world that’s seemed to lost all humanity.
I pray for this, and I pray for that,
But I’ve yet to pray for God to take something back.
Because I live with what I’m given even if I hate,
But I’ll be dead at seventeen if I keep going at this rate.
My mind’s here and my mind’s there,
And my brain seems scattered everywhere.
I’m shattered.
And I huff the hateful heavy haunting howl,
As work grabs me by the waste and pulls me down.
And I scratch and I bicker and I try to break away,
But it holds to me with death around its knuckles forcing me to stay.
And every time I stop my struggle and let it take control.
Can’t you see how this workload has eaten my soul?
I’M DYING I TELL YOU! A SLOW PAINFUL DEATH!
And to the rest of you
To the rest of you like me,
Dying from insanity.
To you who feel this excruciating death.
To you I do wish the best.
You’ll need it,
You’re shattered. I wrote this for a poetry class at school. I did it in a poetry slam and won. So I hope it has the same effect without someone screaming it. ^_^
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 2:17 pm
Quote: "Sorry for the inconvenience, but my account has been hacked into and banned by the hacker. I'm currently working on getting it back, but until I can do that we will have to postpone the thread. I apologize for this, but there really is nothing I can do about it. I hope no one is upset at me, but there is no way for me to get it back at this time. Once I can get it back, I will let everyone know. Thank you. Sincerely, +Vincent+" Vincent sends his regards and apologies, but the Poetry contest will have to be postponed until then. He will contact all of you when it'll be opened again. Again, sorry for this problem, and it will be resolved...in due time. Sincerely, Rose
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 5:01 pm
Well as Rose stated... I am sorry for all of this, but this is what has to be done. But none-the-less, once I get some money up I will re-open this thread and we will conitnue this contest....
I apologize.
+Vince
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Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2008 9:27 am
Kathryn Cassand Realistic> Shattered 223 Kathryn Cassand Gonna crack, gonna scream, gonna cry.
This work that pounds my brain makes me want to die.
All I want anymore is to lay asleep away,
But instead I sit awake at night and pray.
Pray for my comfort, pray for my sanity,
Pray for the world that’s seemed to lost all humanity.
I pray for this, and I pray for that,
But I’ve yet to pray for God to take something back.
Because I live with what I’m given even if I hate,
But I’ll be dead at seventeen if I keep going at this rate.
My mind’s here and my mind’s there,
And my brain seems scattered everywhere.
I’m shattered.
And I huff the hateful heavy haunting howl,
As work grabs me by the waste and pulls me down.
And I scratch and I bicker and I try to break away,
But it holds to me with death around its knuckles forcing me to stay.
And every time I stop my struggle and let it take control.
Can’t you see how this workload has eaten my soul?
I’M DYING I TELL YOU! A SLOW PAINFUL DEATH!
And to the rest of you
To the rest of you like me,
Dying from insanity.
To you who feel this excruciating death.
To you I do wish the best.
You’ll need it,
You’re shattered. I wrote this for a poetry class at school. I did it in a poetry slam and won. So I hope it has the same effect without someone screaming it. ^_^ WOAH! That's really good! It has a great rythem to it, Like a song, I was able to keep it to the beat of no handlebars by flobots, I like yours!
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2008 1:04 pm
Poetry contest is back up thanks to the help from Shanra! So please, continue posting and the judges will meet once we are all on. Thank you for your patience! Let's see those beautiful words flow!
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