Stormborn Contest!!!! .1.

Alright, I've been entering a crap load of poems into contests lately...thought while I'm waiting to be judged, I might as well hold my own :)

I haven't seen many top notch, excellent quality Fantasy poems lately, let alone good ones. Maybe I've been looking in all the wrong places...but either way, show me what you've got! Bring it on poets!

Topic: Dark/Fantasy/Mythical

The Code (more like guidelines):
.15-100 Lines...I'm not counting, but try to keep each poem within that line frame
.Maximum of 2 poems per poet
.Must have a rhyme scheme
.Must relate to fantasy, magic, myth, medieval, and/or fairytale (does not have to be dark)
.No excessive profanity, but some is acceptable

Once 17 poems have been submitted (my lucky number), the contest will be closed and judged!

Places and Awards:
1st-7 RRC
2nd-4 RRC
3rd-3 RRC
HM-1 RRC

Everyone has the opportunity to be on my favorites!

Get crackin' you awesome poets! If you've never written fantasy poetry before...be brave! Step out of your comfort zone! This will be good practice.

***Don't forget to reserve spots***
1. Bryan
2. George Curious Allmighty
3. *Gem*
4. Astryd```DONE
5. Sociopathic [Lauren]```DONE
6. xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex```DONE
7. xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex```DONE
8. Afraid of the Dark```DONE
9. ~anti-depression~
10. Astryd```DONE
11. Synh```DONE
12. Poetess Call Me Glen-duh!```DONE
13. Twisted Heart```DONE
14. Beloved```DONE
15. NoniWang```DONE
16. Bitten```DONE
17. Oscar```DONE

reserve me a spot jane, does it have to be new?

Jane, I will reserve a spot..
I've never wrote fantasy or anything like it..
I guess,it's time to go out of my comfort zone, right?
Lollll.

I'll reserve, i hope i can do this

NO!!! IT DOES NOT HAVE TO BE NEW. Sorry, wrote in caps so no one would miss out on the update :)

Thank you Bryan, George Curious Allmighty, and *Gem* !!!!

I'm looking forward to your awesome poems.

Reserve me a spot please. Umm do I put the poem in this thread?

Indeed you do Astryd, and you may post as soon as you like :)

Ok thanks! Its about about faeries and Philipp, the guy I love.

My Choice [Part One]

The sky overhead has darkened,
As I hear the call again,
I let myself fall between worlds,
And into the other realm again.
Bound to this shadow world
Where I am only what I dream,
He takes my hand and leads me
His eyes a gleam.
To the White Gates of Morning
Where God can hear his plea,
He gazes into my eyes
As he lowers to his knees.

Declaring a vow of everlasting love
He has felt from the very start,
I cannot deny I too feel
For what he describes is in my own heart.
He asks for my hand
To be with him always and forever,
I remain silent for a while
My heart belongs to another.
In my world which may not be perfect
Another waits for me,
He waits five hours forward in time
In a city over the sea.

"Hurry my love before the sun rises!
Make haste! Make haste!"
My eyes meet those of the Faerie King
Tears streaming down my face.
I feel my body become light
As my dream begins to fade,
Back to the world where men are mortal
The sunlight beckoning me to wake.
And I know the choice was mine
The love of my life or eternity,
But I live for the man five hours forward in time,
My love, beyond the sea.

By Astryd

Sweet poem Astryd!! Very nice.

*Withdrawn*

These both fit in the the 'Myth, fairytale' category to me..So, I hope they're ok. Tell me if they're not. I hope you enjoy them.
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Darling, When You Stand In The Moonlight {Terzanelle}

Darling, when you stand in the moonlight,
The venom glittering on your fangs, I can see.
Darling, when you stand in the moonlight,
Your shining face is with one I must agree.
Darling, with that beautiful, luminous stare,
The venom glittering on your fangs, I can see
With your loving heart caressing me with care.
My love, with your thoughtful, precious eyes,
Darling, with that beautiful, luminous stare,
Caress me with your careful lies.
Darling, when you dance in the moonlight,
My love, with your thoughtful, precious eyes,
Your such a wonderful, glorious sight.
The venom on your glittering fangs, I can see
Darling, when you dance in the moonlight,
Your eyes shine in the light of pure ecstasy.
Darling, when you stand in the moonlight,
The venom on your glittering fangs, I can see
Darling, when you stand in the moonlight.

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1. A
2. B
3. A

4. b
5. C
6. B

7. c
8. D
9. C

10. d
11. E
12. D

13. e
14. F
15. E

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Paper Make-Believe {Terzanelle}
by XTheEcstasyOfSuicidex

This is about a girl who is drawing a picture. She thinks the picture she was drawing is real, and falls in love with it... Then, realizes it is only 'Paper Make-Believe'...
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Creating perfect creations-
Across the paper my hand flies.
Creating perfect creations-
My heart pounding-thoughts supplied.
Suddenly, the pictures dance alive.
Across the paper my hand flies,
From my drawings life is derived.
Motioning to me for a dance,
Suddenly, the pictures dance alive,
And with my pictures fell in love by glance.
Before my hand are hands to caress,
Motioning to me for a dance.
Take his hand to actually test-
It's sadly make-believe.
Before my hands are hands to caress.
Folding my hands in my lap I see,
Creating perfect creations-
It's saddly only make-believe.
Creating perfect creations.

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The Terzanelle is a 19-line poem consisting of five interlocking triplets plus a concluding quatrain
in which the first and third lines of the first triplet appear as refrains. The middle line of each triplet
is a repetend reappearing as the last line of the succeeding triplet with the exception of the center
line of the next-to-the-last stanza which appears in the quatrain. The rhyme and refrain scheme
for the triplets is as follows:

1. A
2. B
3. A
4. b
5. C
6. B
7. c
8. D
9. C
10. d
11. E
12. D
13. e
14. F
15. E
16. f
17. A or F
18. F or A
19. A

xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex

Sociopathic [Lauren], wonderful poem and xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex, wonderful two poems.

Lauren, this is a great write and I honestly love it, but I'm not sure it fits near enough to the category. I was hoping more for fantasy as in magic, medieval knights, princesses, fairies, dragons, myths, tales, dreams, alice in wonderland type poems, vampires....etc etc. You know, make-believe or fantasy/fiction. However, I am not insisting that you withdraw...your chances of winning may be higher if you either submit a more fantasy related poem, or take out the one you entered and write another...but you still have a chance with the poem you entered. It's up to you. Again, good poem.

Ecstasy, I will except both poems. However, I am not sure what the first one is about. Great imagery, and such structured style poems are difficult to follow, you did a good job...but I still am not sure of the topic. 'Fangs of venom'...is this a vampire, a snake? Maybe I'm being oblivious, but please explain.
The second poem is good, not what I was expecting, but you mastered the make-believe, dream-like style. Good write.

Nice poems so far everyone!!

I'll withdraw my poem. i think i will try to write a new one like you suggested. =]

Ok, you have a lot of talent and I hope you do write another. I'll be checking out more of your poems some time soon. Thanks for being easy going.

-Storm

Bumpin it up.

Oh oh can i reserve a spot please? . . .

Does the poem have to be new?#

Laura
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AFRAID OF THE DARK

Fear not of the darkness,
Fear what lies within,
The feather light coldness,
That touches your skin.

The sound in the dark,
That drives you insane,
Spinning and turning,
Searching in vain.

The patter of footsteps,
That run through the dark,
The laughter of children,
In the still park.

The dripping of water,
When all should be dry,
A voice that awakens,
When none should reply

The strong smell of burning,
When nothings alight,
These are the things,
That go bump in the night.

Do not feel secure,
Because I'm not afraid,
When light comes again,
I will soon fade.

That patter of footsteps,
That ran through the dark,
That laughter of children,
That laughed in the park.

That dripping if water,
When all should be dry,
That voice that awoke,
When none should reply.

That strong smell of burning,
When nothings alight,
I am the thing,
That goes bump in the night.

This is an old one. . . might not be strictly fantasy but still. . . . I've noticed that other people have reserved two spots. . . do we have to do that to put two poems in?

If so. . . can i reserve another spot please?

Of course you may!
Yes, I consider the poem you submitted to be fantasy. Anything that goes 'bump in the night' (monsters!!!) is fantasy/nightmare.
And no, the poem does not have to be new.

Could I have another spot? I just wrote a new poem that fits the criteria. :)

Of course Astryd!

Ive been in a sort of writing funk lately..so i havent been able to xome upo with anything. hrm but i have an older poem. abiut a nightmare? idk if itd work. its like a halluciantion or something.. would that work. lol. if not. n/p ill try to write a new one. but its just been hard for me to write lately..

Do we HAVE to have 2 poems?

Lauren, no problem...you can submit the older one...I think if it's nightmarish, that should be good enough. You can write a newer one as well to increase your chances of winning, its up to you!

Two poems ALLOWED per poet, so no Glen-duh you don't have to submit two. One is just fine :)

Could you reserve me a spot? I've never written a poem like this and would like to give it a try

Childish Dream

The sun sinks on the horizon
Lights dim everywhere
Children head off to bed
Some without a care

They first pray to their gods
That they may live through the night
Then they climb into bed for sleep
And blow out the candle light

But there is one child awake
As darkness draws nigh
She lays her head upon a windowsill
Looks up at the heavens with a sigh

Her face sparkles at the beauty of the stars
She gazes up with a haunting fear
Then her eyes begin watering terribly
Could this possibly be a tear?

Silent sobs echo throughout the house
Her heart crying for her true love’s embrace
The one who’d rescue her soul from destruction
He that would save her from this wretched place

No more scrubbing of floors or washing walls
No longer would she clean for pennies a day
Her knight in shining armor will come for her soon
Taking with him all her pains and anguish away

A silent ruffle of her azure curtain rags wakens her
Reality slowly begins to settle in her head
She wipes a tear or two before getting up
Quietly, she wanders off to her small bed

She speaks a prayer to the gods before drifting off
Then climbs in and puts out the tiny candle’s gleam
She closes her eyes to let sleep take her over
Hoping to see her prince in her childish dream

*This is supposed to be a childhood memory of Cinderella when she first began living as a maid to her stepmother, so it is fairytale I guess.

Sure Synh, I'll reserve the spot for you. However, the poem you entered...as fun as it was to read, is borderline fantasy. I know the theme is based on Cinderalla, but not much fantasy seems to be involved. You slightly capture dream, prince charming, and the fairytale story...so I will accept it, but if you wanted to heighten your chances of first place ;) you might try to incoorporate something more fictitious. It's all up to you. You can always try writing another..maximum of two poems allowed per poet. Again, it's up to you.

Psh nvm again.

Okayy. I dunno if this is anything close to what you're asking for ....but the other one I have is kinda long...so Idk.

Amazon Queen

O, Amazon Queen,
such beauty you hold.
Your gaze flaring danger,
your posture so bold.

Created for battle,
chosen warrior since birth.
Fearless of fighting,
against all evils of earth.

O, Amazon Queen
with your double-edged spear.
Wounding without compassion
those who dare come too near.

Your trustworthy dagger;
for those who intrude.
Gently murderous hands,
which no man can elude.

O, Amazon Queen,
mighty goddess of war.
Shout your victorious cry,
yours is the glory once more.

Unconquered you are
o, woman of power.
Before your presence,
every man shall cower.

O, Amazon Queen
such reckless stare in your eyes.
Deceiving your enemies,
with your enchanting disguise.

Mercy means nothing,
no such thing as serene
If you die at the hands,
of my Amazon Queen...

© Poetess

Lauren, good poem however it's not exactly what I was looking for. You do embrace the dark/nightmarish qualities, but there is not much fantasy involved...unless however, YOU (in the poem) are a mythological beast/monster. Haha, like Grendel or something...Ok, so you can either try to convince me the poem is about a monster...or leave as is, and MAYBE not be judged as highly. All up to you my friend. It is a very scary poem-- I like it :)

Poetess, you know what is awesome? I recognize your poem 'Amazon Queen' from a Title Contest I held ages ago! Haha, I doubt you remember who hosted...but yep, that was my contest. Good poem, I still like it just as much as I ever did. It's not necessarily fantasy, but you nailed many ideas I was hoping for. Battle, female knight, sense of darkness, different time period, partially myth (there is still much debate as to whether Amazon Warriors actually existed)...anyway, I will definitely accept this!

Hahaha. Really!?!? I didn't know that was you! Haha. Well, thanks for accepting it, anyway. =]

No problemo ;)

please reserve a spot for me
thanks, jeannie

No problem!

Woodland Fairy
by Twisted Heart

Just a flicker of a light
trailing down the end of a sunbeam
Tiny sparkles shining through
her iridescent wings
A dress of flower petals
adorn her tiny form
Perched upon a raindrop
on a branch where she was born
Her hair of spun gold crystals
A smile made to impress
Such a sight for weary eyes
In Truth I must confess,
I saw her in her splendor
no greater beauty had I seen
For just a speck she lingered
before her heart took wing.

The First Faerie
By Astryd

Today my eyes are fixed on the heavens above
Scenes of the battle of prophesy in the sky,
Michael and his army shall exile them to Earth
For the seven dark angels have lost their place on high.
I shall not mourn for their loss but look for him
My angel has known love not,
And neither have I, so I will take my chances
Restoring a fire long forgot.

Perhaps he is incapable of human emotion
It is possible he my not understand,
Yet the desire and longing within
Draws me to this ethereal man.
I've always longed for a love sincere
And from God I could no longer hide,
For the first time I found myself praying
And tears of relief I cried.

The next morning I awoke to a great peace
Knowing I am saved forever,
And love will come at some point in my life
I have left this task to my Father.
As I prepare myself to greet the dawn
Suddenly the doorbell rings,
A being beautiful beyond words stands at my door
It is the angel of whom my heart sings.

This was how I met the first faerie
A cast down to Earth from above,
The angel I was destined to meet
And whom my soul was fated to love.
I tell you this story from my new home
The paradise that lies beyond the stars,
For I am with him no longer
And this heart is shattering apart.

Seven years I lived with him
Seven years of bliss,
Yet I died to save him from Crom Cruac
On my lips one last kiss.
I have never known a love as great as he
I don't believe I ever shall,
For the only one I could ever love
Lives in limbo between heaven and hell.

He remains in the new world he has created
For his kind to live and prosper,
A shadow world of our own
Where he shall be king forever.
And I watch in silence
As the Lord of Death claims his new queen,
For every dream there must be a sacrifice
And for every sacrifice a new dream.
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Crom Cruac is the Lord of Death in Irish/Celtic mythology and every seven years he demands a soul to satisfy his thirst for lives and to keep the world of Faerie in existence.

Also, from the book of Revelation in the Bible, a great battle takes place in the sky against the archangel Michael's army and the devil. The devil's angels fall to earth and so my story begins.

i will read your poems maybe tomorrow...feeling kind of blah right now. thanks for the submissions :)

dp

Ok. i wrote a poem. and it doeswork. tell me it doesnt. ill suck your blood to prove im right. =]

Blood's Sweet Toxicity

Running through Forest at midnight,
Atmostphere black as pitch
No moon or stars out tonight
Ready for the fight for your life?

Now the prey in the hunt, he should have known
That such a soul should have be left alone.
Smell sickly sweet that odor? Lying on your breath?
Thats the tragic scent of forbidden love's death.

Verboten love's tantalizing kiss.
Has left you in a troublous abyss.
Protection is now what you miss.
All from a simply, yet deadly kiss.

Vampyric blood flows through your soul
Do not fight it, 'tis what makes you whole
One which thrives in the night,
Should not try to be one of the light.

Foolish desperate Vampyric child,
How asinine, Darling you have been
Pretending to be a normal human,
When in fact you are an immortal being.

Now you've let go of your insecurities,
and realized humans are simply impurities
So from the thrill of the chase feel true felicity
and taste the kiss of blood's sweet toxicity

Haha, Lauren...yes, that poem most definitely fits. A poem about vampires, eh? Very nice indeed :)

Thank you, i knew the subject matter would fit. but it doesnt have a rhyme scheme. i prolly shouldnt have said anything should i? haha. oh well you've already accepted it you can change your mind! Bwahahahahah-cough-