Summer Festival Poetry Contest

[LordGrievous]

Poetry is unmanly and lame.
No honestly, I can't stomach the stuff.
Never liked it, or could write it, for that matter.

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Originally Posted by Lordgrievous

Poetry is unmanly and lame.
No honestly, I can't stomach the stuff.
Never liked it, or could write it, for that matter.

What about the prose contest?

[LordGrievous]

Bleh, two pages single spaced.
I don't write except for school, I never was much of one except for topics I felt really strongly about, which come up few and far between with writing prompts.

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Originally Posted by Lordgrievous

Bleh, two pages single spaced.
I don't write except for school, I never was much of one except for topics I felt really strongly about, which come up few and far between with writing prompts.

Yeah,
I have to get inspired to write, I'm having a hard time thinking of a good idea now :/.

[Bunneh]

I added Firewrath to the main list.

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I hate writer's block :/.

Ok, I will not post again untill I get this poem finished!

I'll edit it in here soon hopefully.

[FireWrath]

Meh, writing comes naturally to me, I don't really have to get inspired or anything. I could just start writing off the top of my head, and I rarely hit writer's block. I guess it's a talent, though I don't put it to a use very often :/

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Finally done, I needed to get it in tonight as I don't know when I'll be on tomorrow xD.

An Ode to Mosquitoes

Why must they swarm?
Why must they knowingly taste my body’s warm nectar?
I swat, I swipe, I slap and yet they refuse to reform.
These bestialities are often vectors.

Their buzzing drives me close to insanity;
They fly round the room with only one fixation,
Lacking any sense of humanity.
I can feel them as they land on my body; I realize now that this is my last chance for salvation.

In a moment of devastating hesitation,
I sense a small dagger like object slowly piercing through my skin.
At this time I know all is lost, for I can already see the beginnings of inflammation.
I can almost distinguish their small, hideous faces twist into maniacal grins.

The burning is unbearable,
I scratch and scratch, but nothing seems to help.
I search the room for my tiny foes, their wretched buzzing stays ever so terrible.
Finally, I see one in plain sight, I strike out and at last I hear a tiny yelp.

Feeling satisfied I walk out into the hall,
As I approach the stairs, I turn around,
Alas! The buzzing continues, I dive for the ground and begin to crawl;
Just maybe, if I make no sound, I will never again be found.



It's not perfect, but I think it's pretty good. It's about mosquitoes because in the summer my house is attacked by them, in fact I just got bitten a few minutes ago .

Oh, and every other line's last word rhymes.

[FireWrath]

Normally I would go ahead and give a poem my criticism, but considering this will go through an actual series of judging, I'm not sure if that's a good idea. Bunneh, is it ok to give my two cents on the poems I see listed here?

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Originally Posted by FireWrath

Normally I would go ahead and give a poem my criticism, but considering this will go through an actual series of judging, I'm not sure if that's a good idea. Bunneh, is it ok to give my two cents on the poems I see listed here?

I'm guessing that the poems probably shouldn't be criticized here but I don't really mind.