The Poetry Challenge!

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The Poetry Challenge!

The Poetry Challenge!

Welcome, wonderful poets of the CB! With Bluebirds Regular Poetry thread, and Booksy's Poetry Contest, I was just thinking how much I like to click on those threads and just read through everyone's poetry that I haven't seen yet. But sometimes there is no new poetry to read, which is depressing. Thus The Poetry Challenge was born.

I'm sure you're all dying to know what this Poetry Challenge is. Hang in there a second, I'm getting to that. The basic idea of this is that we exercise our poem writing muscles, practice, improve, and at the end we have a beautiful Poetry Gallery to scroll through. It's a bit of a game, a bit of a prompt, and a bit of a competition all in one.

The rules are simple. We will write as much poetry as we can in the course of one week, and post it here. One poem a day for a week, although you can do more if you feel inspired. I will start by posting a theme, a prompt, or a technique, or any combination of those, and the rest of you will have to write a poem that corresponds with those things each day of the week. Then we can all vote for the most inspiring poem, and that person will become the next 'announcer'. The fun part is, the announcer can play too! Feel free to illustrate your poems and post those, too! 

GUIDLINES:

No voting for yourself.  

Please don't choose a category just because it's one you'd like (although don't choose a category you don't like either).

You can drop out at any time.

Be kind and respectful (obviously).

The categories must be pretty wide ranged since so many poems will be written from them.

Have fun!

~

To start off the first round, the theme is.............

SUMMER!

Whether you write about the beach, the pool, or the hot sun, summer is here and in full fling!

The optional prompt is: Warlike Arts (This is completely random. Jeopardy is on the Tv and I saw those two words and typed them down on the spot).

Nugget says gven. Given? I've given the gift of this wonderful Poetry Challenge to the world.  

submitted by Leeli
(July 10, 2017 - 6:35 pm)

*Gasps* *Hyperventilates* *Faints* *Revives*

YAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAAYAYAYAYAYAY

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

WWWWWWOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWW

Alright, now that I've done all my *coughs* extremely mature freaking out, I can post the new theme! I love poetry prompts. So, we have several.

The main theme is music. Really, any kind of music. Or something that reminds you of music. Or a synesthetic poem about music. Just make sure it's in there!

The optional prompt is poet's block! No, really. I'm serious. It seems like when I have poet's block and I try writing about it, the poet's block disappears. Poof.

And the other optional prompt is this thing that I found on the internet months ago but never got around to doing. This is it:

Include as many of the following words (or variations on these words) as you can: deeds, ravens, cruelties, shallows, dye, prisoners, trampled, coil, resort, survive, rake, concentration, hardness, chances, chained. Also, include a machine or tool. (Optional) 

I thought it was really cool but I just never used it.

Aaand, something else too. I'd like everyone to try writing a rhyming poem. Just one. If you don't want to, you don't have to. I myself will definitely struggle with it. But I think it might be nice for everyone to change up their styles a bit, and write a rhyming poem. Maybe try writing a sonnet, or some sort of poem that actually has rules. 

Have fun! And I guess we'll go from the 16th to the 23rd. 

submitted by Leafpool, age Eternal, Hidden in the forest
(September 15, 2017 - 1:05 pm)

Cool Prompts! Can't wait to start!

submitted by Leeli
(September 15, 2017 - 6:08 pm)

Oh, awesome! I can write so much about music.

(Rhyming poems? nooooooo D: I'm awful at them! But I will try!) 

submitted by Bluebird
(September 17, 2017 - 7:44 pm)

I seem to not be posting on here as much as I would have liked. I will try to have some poems, though.

I really enjoy writing rhyming poems! I will be just taking the music theme and going:

I listen to music

Absorbing the sounds

I listen to music

Ignoring the gowns

 

I sway to the music 

Feeling the beat

I sway to the music

Clearing my heat

 

I slide with the music

Becoming the dance

I slide with the music

Maintaining my stance

--

Oh-kay. I didn't know where that was going when I started, and it definitely isn't an amazinf poem, but it turned out alright! 

submitted by Kitten
(September 16, 2017 - 8:06 pm)

Top! POKE this to the TOP!

submitted by Leaftop!, age Top-teen, The TOP of the forest
(September 17, 2017 - 12:43 pm)

170! That's a multiple of ten (this thread) and a multiple of one hundred (on the art thread) claimed in one day!

submitted by Leafpool, age Eternal, Hidden in the forest
(September 17, 2017 - 12:44 pm)

Noooo Parental Controls blocked the most recent page of this thread! I'll have to wait until my dad's finished with work so he can unlock it. Drat. At least I can still post comments...

I didn't write a poem on Saturday, but I wrote one yesterday and I'll probably write on later.

I had been looking through some old poetry threads, and I was inspired by some chaotic poems that September and Bluebird had done, where they just pieced together a lot of random verses that were usually not very related. And I had a lot of random verses in my head but no way to make them into a polished poem, so I made this! It has all the words for the prompt in it.

turmoil (probability)

(if you play with fire you're bound to get burned/eventually/count the/odds--what's the/probability?

(you've blocked us/out beat us down and it's/the last straw for us--/i refuse to be trampled/into the/dust again/prisoners to your cruel intentions

(we'll take our/chances

(you're running out of/time/5 4 3 2 1/pick and/choose; what will it/be?

(it's time to break these/chains/rise up

(raven wings are/black and so is your heart

(we will/survive/just concentrate on my voice forget the/clanking chains/wade into the shallows of the/river with me, running/water will wash of the/blood

(your deeds show who you/are and will be/the hardness/of your heart will be your downfall

(look at the coiled/chains isn't it so/freeing in an/ironic sort of wa?

(rake your/fingers through the/water, it's really too cold to feel/anything

(you should never/resort/to cruelty to get what you/want

(it's time to break these/chains/rise up

(take my hand

("it's time to fly" 

submitted by Leafpool, age Eternal, Hidden in the forest
(September 18, 2017 - 10:34 am)

Oh my goodness Leafpool, I love that!

submitted by Leeli
(September 18, 2017 - 11:53 am)

This is prose, but I like it. This goes with the music theme.

the music i listen to, pt. 1 {inspired by Tow'rs and Novo Amor}

you are sitting on a bridge railing. imagine the pines reflecting in the cool river water, follow the yellow leaves as they float upstream, but don't think about falling. instead, look up. their voices feel like new oxygen, autumn air one thousand miles away from the city- they feel like early morning mists where you find yourself lost (maybe on purpose), where you can see anything but chalky blue gray and smell a bit of last night's campfire smoke on your hoodie. maybe ignore the crick in your neck and look for the moon, because they are there- in every wild rosebush, in every cicada's song, in the wings of the birds and the frosty northern air- if you don't think about falling, let yourself be lost. 

submitted by Bluebird, age Listening , to Tow'rs, for inspo
(September 18, 2017 - 9:19 pm)

I was pretty desperate yesterday, so I wrote a haiku. And I wrote it out in pretty colors. XD

 

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submitted by Leafpool, age Eternal, Hidden in the forest
(September 19, 2017 - 9:24 am)

This is yesterday's:

the tempo of my life

i march to the beat of my own drummer but when the drumbeat begins to falter i start to despair

i'm different than so many other people but i still have priorities and every day i cry about the things i couldn't accomplish there are too many things that must be done and i can't handle it i can't

the tempo of my life has been going too fast lately like someone jacked up the settings and i can't keep up i simply can't keep up i need to rest but i always have to be on my feet, no time to relax

the past couple days have been measured in double beat; twice as fast twice as hectic my simple mind can't process it all the drummer's drumming to fast what do it do? i'm caught up in my self-inflicted busy lifestyle sorry can't stop to talk

the thing is that i have plenty of time but i don't know how to manage it so it all ends up drifting away as i cry out and try to catch the wasted hours. 

submitted by Leafpool, age Eternal, Hidden in the forest
(September 20, 2017 - 10:02 am)

Ah man, I can really relate to this. Seriously, you just perfectly described how I've been feeling for the past year and a half :O This is wonderful, Leafpool, I like how it's kind of prose and kind of poetry. 

submitted by Bluebird
(September 20, 2017 - 9:37 pm)

Thanks! Yeah, join the extremely panicked & busy club.

submitted by Leafpool, age Eternal, Hidden in the forest
(September 21, 2017 - 11:22 am)

I feel you guys! This describes perfectly how I've been feeling lately. XD

submitted by Leeli
(September 23, 2017 - 9:39 am)

(all the poetry I've been writing lately is terrible, so I'm just doing more of these prose thingys)

the music i listen to, pt. 2 {inspired by FOB and 'Guerra' by Residente}

there is something rising in the back of your throat. you're not sure if it's anger or a rebel yell or pure adrenaline- you'll decide when it leaves your lips. when you were younger you'd play war and paint streaks on your face with whatever you could find, howling into the dusk and listening for the echoes of your battle cries. this is what they feel like. bloodied knees and bruised knuckles, an army of skeleton people fueled by bass-booming music and late night car rides far over the speed limit- all you can see in your peripheral vision is red, and that's when you decide it's a battle cry. 

submitted by Bluebird
(September 20, 2017 - 9:47 pm)