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| The Ugly Tree |
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| Some Kind of Hurt |
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| Erm...nobody gets gold because they were both great? |
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| Um...wow, I've already run out of options? D***! |
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Kleopatra Selene Vice Captain
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 Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 8:32 pm
Everyone can find beauty in something, right? That's basically the description of most poetry: describing something you find beautiful.
Well, that's exactly what I DON'T want you to do. I want all my little poets to find something they find truly ugly, and describe it in a way that they think makes it sound beautiful...to them. To the rest of us...it may sound like the weirdest thing alive (or not alive, doesn't matter), but to them, they'll forever have the memory of transforming something unattractive into something beautiful.
This may sound like an odd topic, but I'm slightly high tonight (only kidding, seriously: only kidding--I do not take crystal meth, Coral!) so I figure being a little strange isn't out of order.
Okay, posting begin! Deadline: until April 23rd. Voting shall being April 24th and shall end April 30th. Prize: 250 gold.
Begin!
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 12:06 pm
*gasp* KLEO! Does this mean I can use my "springtime" poem?! =D
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Lykaios of the Shadows Vice Captain
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xXx Forgotten_Destiny xXx
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 7:50 pm
((Srry I couldn't think of anything better. I'm used to the lovey dovey kinda stuff XD))
The Ugly Tree
Standing there branches all limb,
Trunk all twisted,
Is the ugly tree
Never casting leaves,
Nor a beautiful glow
Always to look evil by all.
Kids dare not to go near it,
While daredevil teens test their might
To go to the ugly tree
Something so horrid,
Outcasted by all,
Almost gives up until one day.
A little girl who was new in town,
Was not scared by the tree.
Interest filled her.
So step by step she made her way,
To the outcasted tree
Whom was feared by all.
The girl liked it there
She felt the tree's pain
And knew how it felt
So from that day on,
She went to that tree
And people began to talk.
The tree was changing.
Blossoms on the tree began to sprout,
As it began to have a glow.
And soon the little girl,
Made a new tree,
Whom all loved.
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 12:20 pm
"Some Kind of Hurt"
It rears it's head once again
Something that never should have been.
Striking out with a gracefulness
Obtained only through this incurable rage
Throw away your reason
And tear out the page.
Never dying
It knows no age
Never changing
But never the same
Never sitting still
And always leaving us lame. Interpret as you will, I can't really say what it's about because I'm not sure what it is I wrote about. Violence, hate, ignorance, anger, abuse, war, something a long those lines.
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Kleopatra Selene Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 6:48 pm
No, Lykaios, you may not. No springtime poems for you...at least, not that exact same poem. I want you to do something original, something inspired. That poem you wrote about springtime was not inspired. It was you trying to make a good grade. Be inspired!
God! I'm gone for a couple days and I already get two poems? I am so happy! Keep it up, please!
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