Poetry Contest

Hey Carver good stuff but can you please create one poem instead of two? Thanks!
Possibly combining the two.

 

Ah well Clazy you see, I had written the first freely, but when I read the OP I realised it didn't fit in with 16 bars and a rhyme scheme -- So I made that second entry.

They're separate works, so I'd strongly prefer not to combine them -- but I'm assuming you're wanting to judge one entry per person. In that case, if we can ignore the OP's specifications (as others have e.g. Birdman's 5-line stanzas) I'll go with my first. if not the second.

Just update your post and I'll make appropriate changes ;)
EDIT: oops, asking for you to "update your post" was too vague -- I meant to update your current post with an answer! (sorry)

 

Sorry Carver. I will not change the specifications i'll consider your entry after some thought. But I'll give you the final word soon.

 

The knights stormed through our castle, bombs ablaze, swords in amaze.

That a figure stood, on top of a tower, flying with grace, landed on the azure knights, sending few to the death.

Hundreds of arrows, hundreds of shields, the crimson knights pushing forward, as if they were ablaze.

That is, until a bald man, with a hammer connected the two things to make death , Gravity and Bricks
leaving one, agile, knight standing,
with arrows flying, and the time of night dawning, and with the gods laughing , as once the night

came, so did the dead, and with both the cobalt and blood fighting the ones of undeath , a

phantom appeared, with something in hand, throwing it up in the air, a blast bright as the

sun was made, and a burning death was given to the undead, when then, a beam of light

shone through the trees appeared, was a time of happiness, and despair, as though the allies

of the living had to die again, an alliance was formed of the two, until the night's dawn

came, and in the chaos of dead and living, was a barrel, full of black powder, on the wall of

the fortress, with the mark of blood on it, it went off, destroying the fortress, and the cobalt

stowaways inside the fortress, scared as they were, joined in, as there was no reason , nor no

place , to hide in this time of chaos, and, as if the time of day and night was connected, the

last of the living died, on the crack of dawn, leaving only those who died, to live.
Epilouge :
With an arcane appearance there was a flash of light from nowhere.
Where then a divine creature scoured the battle field.
And when a zombie re animated itself, it bit the creature, turning it's divine power to darkness.
The one wilted dead White Lily stood on his feet, growing roots , becoming a silky black, and blossoming.
Oddly , in the end of a war, with casualties being higher than the sky.
That something can find life.
Weird, Huh?

-keyofdoor

 

Wrote this in 5 min hope you like it :p We can have more entrys right?


The War is here! The War is here!

The dark day has come,
All the evil has come,
Evil deeds must be done,
Some say the end has begone,

The War is here! The War is here!

Knights are arming up
Archers are taking a shot
Builders are building walls
And migrants are coming up

The War is here! The War is here!

In the cold halls of Camelot Arthur death is near.
He couldn't be saved even by a magic bear.
Every hour counts as a great army is build.
Thousands of soldiers are armed with a shield.

The War is here! The War is here!

The never ending dead have come….
Wraiths rise to explode for fun,
While skeletons are ready to face the sun,
Zombies march on there foot,
And z-knights are ready to hoot.





The War is here! The War is here!

Heroes from the distance come,
To slay the evil and make it undone,
With a great chin most of them have,
Which they show for the forces of light,
There light couldn’t withstand even a blight.

The War is here! The War is here!

Nothing can save us now…
The end has come…

 

One per person.

 

Reorganized my poem, to make it easier to read.

 

Uhh, yeah, Blue Knights, Archers, Builders
You know how we get down. Shaders off, win-dowed..

Check it, while I shine bright like deep dishes
To smite your weak skybridges,
Rock mics, noob bitches, bombjumpin' technique vicious
You pick up the hammer to fight, receive stitches
While I reap riches, this is one of my three wishes
the other two is first I smother you
fuckers who grief everything a brother do,
lamer than Redigit too,
indestructible. It's unbelievable
How I leave a crew, lacerate buildings inconceivable
Dead your men like evil do, we knew all stunts in the street
Cause once in the street with Beef you can get double slashed in the teeth
Now you're spitting bone gibs, your catas and OPs ripped
By the rhymes and cold stripped like chicks I bone swift
In zones, it's TK, we slay each day it's Fat Beats and tres
Then we blow you away, so fuck your nice day.

Ripped off from and rapped to the tune of one of the finest raps ever. Serpico sample

 

Edit - realized my poem had 12 lines, not 16. Adding one more group of four. I will make a new post for that poem.

 

Roses are red
Stormcloaks are blue
I'm out of rhymes
Refrigerator

 

i was going to write a poem until i finished looking through page 1 and 2, everyone whos submitted crushed my dreams!

 

I don't expect this to win, but i enjoyed writing it nonetheless,​

anyone that knows me a little will get the many references in there.​

(Made some slight changes)​

:D​

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Amongst the armies of red and blue​

Few could stand against the might of WoO​

With many an archer and knight in their ranks​

They fought a noble war, without many kegs​

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This clan of heros stood together as brothers​

Failing constantly, yet hiding it from others​

Amongst them an archer noble and brave​

His name Sarathos, ponies his way​

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Facing enemies like Exid, Foxodi and Sar​

Shooting against shields and knees from afar​

Alas, Sara fell against these great knights​

With no members of WoO within his sight​

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Bound and tortured he would be for days​

By the great and evil Frogdo, arch-mage​

Thus is the story of Sarathos, a hero​

Maimed in a way that we shall never know.​

 

Ah to hell with it, here's my contribution to this here shindig you have going on.

You also don't want to know what I do to Sara...

Havoc

Smoke, thick, black and overpowering
Burned its way through my throat,
As I lay, as a coward, cowardly cowering
Whilst wicked Death did gloat;

“Thine efforts are fruitless,
Thine bow, thine spirits are shattered
And from thine fate I will not digress,
Not that thine life, even mattered.”

With a wicked grin, Death did spake,
His voice slicing through mine soul
Leaving nought but agony in its wake,
As I lay dying on this accursed knoll.

With a dejected sigh, I accepted my
Fate, the clamour of bloodshed raged
On around me, so with but a sigh
I was resigned; to death I was assuaged.

Violence, mayhem and bloodshed
Raged on, Red surging against Blue,
Refusing to rest, until the other was dead,
As to why we fought, who knew?

 

Is your signature part of the poem?

 

Good question, didn't even notice it.

 

A haiku:

A breeze on the wind
It smells of decay and death
Zombies are coming

 

16 lines :(

 

I do not want to win, I just wanted to share a poem.
;)

 

Oh, then I have a Hauiku too!
The zombies, the worse.
Always getting in pudding
Making it taste bad.

 

So true.