Best Epic Poem Poems
(Sing along to tune "Jonah Man Jazz")
The city of Bongwater was a city of sin,
An epic journey of the man who did the bins,
All that binning at 5am made a terrible din,
Monday mornings in Bongwater's city of sin,
Drive down, bin man,
Drive round the roads,
Sophisticated urban,
Tip those bins down low!
The epic of the bin man in this city of sin,
Driving into parked cars made a terrible din,
"Told you not to park near the bins."
The callous bin man yelled in the city of sin.
This is the epic of the bin man in a city of sin,
Past the schools, he ran over some kids,
"Told you not to walk in front of the bins."
Our hero yelled at the rest of the kids,
Drive down, bin man,
Drive round the roads,
Sophisticated urban,
Tip those bins down low!
An epic journey of the bin man, in a city of sin,
One day, he hit the water mains with the bins,
Fountains erupted in this city of sin,
Bin man's demolished Bongwater, city of sin,
Drive down, bin man,
Drive round the roads,
Sophisticated urban,
Tip the bins down low!
The epic journey of the bin man, in a city of sin,
Driving into light poles in this city of sin,
"Who needs power?" he yelled above the din,
Driving around Bongwater's city of sin,
Drive down, bin man,
Drive round the roads,
Sophisticated urban,
Tip those bins down low!
This is the epic of the city that didn't pray,
One day, the bin man rolled their bins away,
That was the epic of our hero of the bins,
Driving round Bongwater, that city of sin,
All that binning made a terrible din!
Drive down, bin man,
Drive round the roads,
Sophisticated urban,
Tip those bins down low!!!
With that invisibilty of age
I can fly my life like a kite !
Uninvited and unseen,
albescent, grey, you know what I mean,
( not the first flush of youth or strong,
the young forget that we were young, )
hold on to that, the string of that
to grip the meaning of it
as I grip the iron balustrade
along the miles of esplanade ;
think the century's wise men are ignored,
each lamp a light, a sage for each lamp.... ...
Drawn to the Sailor's Arms, her kegs
the weight of years upon the legs,
for whispers round an inglenook
where galaxies are in the glass,
to swap a tale, another round,
a golden fleece, a crumpled map !
Or waft around for words, like smoke
along the butt - ends from the tar,
or vanish down into the draught
if Alan Watts is at the bar.... ...
Below, where gulls quarrel in kelp
no harbour there need shelter me,
no life - boat slip to cries for help
need bring my spirit to the lee -
I hear the past with all its murders,
the wind wail through the rusting girders
yet still am I, free to fly with you
who lean against the railings, too !... ...
The world may seem to come in bits -
let nonduality begin ?
Come celebrate your opposites
for all depends on loss to win !
Tribal culture in your face -
to win is everywhere you turn,
if God is losing all the time
then will we ever, ever learn ?... ...
'You'll win' he said, 'its in the bag',
out on the point
what can the mindless wind do
but wave the flag?
Missing the point forever
signalling our nascent spirit.
And the voice said
'raise your head when the night is cloudless
and tell me who you are subject to,
remember the truth of your own story
as your eyes take in the glory'.... ...
Full to be empty, empty to be full -
do you hear the paradox, do you feel the pull ?
I do not mean to be patronising,
have I asked you too soon ?
Do you see what I mean when you gaze at the moon,
when the full moon, lifeless is full of light ?... ...
I sit upon the lobster pots
that decorate the harbour wall,
if you come a little closer
you can see me in the hall,
if you do not hold the key-
Mrs keepings locks the door,
I'll be looking out to sea
after eight but not before.... ... ...
This is posted in 3 parts because it was too long to be posted as one.
My name is Kayla Thomas and this poem is for the contest Three Gems, in the contest section.
This was written on 7/29/11.
I return to my people with a warm greeting, then we prepare an attack
When it comes to people we outnumber them, but in weapons we have a lack
We cross many plains and hills until we finally reach the dreaded enemy
As we march forward the woman take out their flutes and play a war time melody
The men draw their swords as they plunge forward, taking down all who stand in their way
I shoot arrows at the enemy, trying to keep their marching and invading soldiers at bay
I know that if I die I can never return here, so I am fighting with all my might
My people are giving their all to save the country they love and end this fight
The battle is long and drawn-out; it is both bloody and fierce
I see my prince die before my eyes, but there is no time for tears
The battle is finally over and we have won, but at what cost?
Was it worth all the tears that were shed, all the blood that was lost?
I pick myself up from the ground, and brush off the dirt on my clothes
As I leave my people I realize that freewill is something so delicate, it can’t owned
Upon my arrival back to reality I set fire to the door of imagination with coal
A land and it’s people is something that no one should, or ever can control
The Joining was one of subdued elegance. Seileach insisted on the ceremony being held in the Keep. Jessica was beautiful, beyond beautiful, she was exquisite. Her long red hair infused with sky blue Blåveis and white bell shaped Liljekonvall mingling in a beautiful waterfall along the right side of her head. Rødsildre weaved through the intricate braids that Chroí sculpted through her tresses, the pinkish flowers softened against the brilliance of the natural highlights in her hair with a crown of fragrant red Vivendel circling the top of her head. When Joulupukki saw her slowly walking down the winding staircase in the vestibule, her long azureus gown flowing like a stream down the stone of each tread, he was struck dumb. As she passed from step to step, the living hand rail bloomed deep violaceous coveys of wisteria flowers, a gift from Seileach's Forest Elves working in coordination with the Garden Elf. The whole ceremony felt like a dream. He listened as her bare feet tapped gently against the stone of the foyer tiles and crunched as she moved into the sand path of the courtyard where she joined, arm in arm, with her father who guided her from sun to shade and without any reticence placed her hand in Joulupukki's and stepped away. They stood beneath the willow tree and pledged their love and loyalty to one another, and, at length, were greeted by the numerous elves that lined the path winding through the Keep from the vestibule to the courtyard and back into the Great Eating Hall, where a feast was laid out for all of the village elves to join in the festivities.
Many years peacefully passed as the Elfin Clans' Council refined their guidance of the elves of all six clans, each clan developing their own council that took deference to the lead of the Council of Six. On occasion Joulupukki was asked to offer his opinion and vote on a difficult issue on which the council was split. There were elves that were elected to the council who were hungry for power but none could muster the votes to gain control before their term came to an end. Eventually Seileach was relieved of his position as Elder Councilman and Ceridfen took over. Lumi, at the request of his friend Joulupukki became a member of the Village Council and eventually the Council of Six.
One can only be isolated by weather
in a room for a season, then push the door
open and flee whenever the spirit
may lead, that bond of friendship so strongly felt
can never be broken by loneliness,
it strengthens it more with affection and trust:
how wonderful is to have friends who don't transgress!
One can only be limited by need,
when loyalty is sworn you have made an oat,
don't let dishonor infringe upon it;
friendship is not temporary fancy, it's an epic poem
of loyalty that unifies friends until their end.
Honor it and perceive it that it is good for body and spirit...
whenever you plant that beneficial seed;
have you ever be inspired to write an emblem?
I have sought friendship and failed at it,
it could have brought night and shadows of repose,
and vanquished days of prolonged emptiness,
but God was with me and became the friend
I never had, I talked with Him and He answered.
God is that loyal friend who never deceives or deserts;
God never asks anyone to exceed his limit,
and be poked by the poisonous thorns of a lovely rose!
I open the door and cross the threshold of imagination
The place where I go is a secret land of my own creation
It leads me to a world filled with magic and wonder
To a ballroom where the chatter is as loud as thunder
I dance with a prince; so kind and handsome is he
His gaze never strays, he only has eyes for me
We dance for a while, then stop when he starts to talk,
While I look into his beautiful eyes and try not to gawk
His eyes hold many secrets, something enigmatic
He whispers as tells me of something truly traumatic
He tells me of the coming of a disastrous war cloud
Then he grabs my hand and we slip away from the crowd
We’ve no time to waste, we must run and hide right away
He leads me through the snow and helps me onto a sleigh
He grabs the reigns and the horses push forward, taking us far away
I smell smoke, and look upward to see the sky has turned an ashy gray
This is posted in 3 parts because it was too long to be posted as one, so there are 2 other parts.
Part One is written in Rhyme form, and Part Two is written in Narrative form and Part Three are written in Epic.
My name is Kayla Thomas and this poem is for the contest Three Gems, by Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~.
This poem was written on 7/29/11.
As they left the Keep DynDoeth questioned Joulupukki,
“What did I miss back there?” Joulupukki explained everything that
happened and how no one would have been able to tell where the attack originated.
“Which means he could have blamed any one of us, ”stated DynDoeth.
Joulupukki simply nodded. “How did you know that it was coming?”
“Nothing special DynDoeth, no magic there. Living in the human world all of my life, you learn how to read body language, especially when people are
constantly chasing you from one village to another. Something I've noticed
about elves, subtlety in reading emotions is not your forte. Rian's intentions
were written all over his face. I simply watched until the inevitable happened.
He was trying to attack the Forest Elf.”
“And he never even knew it, thanks to you. But the crystal?”
“Rian is not one to play with. His magic is strong and he is as ruthless as
any human I have seen. The breaking of the crystal was not my intent,
but he sent such a strong pulse of magic into it that my response had to match it.
It would surely have destroyed Seileach if it had not been contained.
Come to think of it, did that destroy his crystal.”
“Good question.” answered the Elder, “I have never seen it happen before.”
He looked earnestly at Joulupukki. “You are an amazing elf, Joulupukki.
Erlenkönig would be very proud of you.” He smiled and began to laugh as they drew closer to the cottage. “What a tale this will be. Children will learn of Joulupukki's confronting the demon Rian in the middle of the Council Chamber and no one even knew. Are you a good story teller like your mother? Wait, did Rian know who thwarted his magic,” he asked suddenly aware that he had not asked this before?
“I don't think he could trace it to me but it was very different from what he is used to. I'm sure it won't take long for him to suspect me. We must keep our guard up until we see this to the end.”
“You have bought us time my young friend,” slapping Joulupukki on the back. “Now, I think it's time to discuss your name,” as they walked through the doorway to the cottage.
This is posted in 3 parts because it was too long to be posted as one.
My name is Kayla Thomas and this poem is for the contest Three Gems, in the contest section.
This was written on 7/29/11.
I glance back at the castle being set ablaze by dragons
I see villagers up ahead, they are all fleeing on wagons
What once was a world I could control, has suddenly gone bad
Seeing all this gloom and destruction to my nation makes me sad
I hear the cry of dragon’s and watch them overhead as they fly
I know that I can’t stay in this desolate land, if I do I will surely die
I say goodbye to my prince as a tear slips down my cheek
I prepare to leave the land that was once filled with beauty, but is now bleak
The people look at me like I’m their savior, like I’m some sort of knight
So before I leave I promise to return soon and set everything right
But I’m no warrior, no soldier, no master on the strategies of war
‘How am I to save these people?’ I ponder as I stride through the door
I know I must go back and save these people that I’ve created
But that also means I will have to face all the monsters I created
I take some time to plan an attack and gather up my courage
Then I prepare to return to the land that I had once deserted
I woke up today reciting a rhyming poem
It went on forever, I forgot I was home
After reaching the bathroom, it evaded me.
I cannot even remember the subject after my pee
This epic poem must not have meant itself to be
Because I cannot remember for the life of me
anything about this epic poem that went on forever
when will I remember this sixty-five line poem? I guess never.
I-nspiring
R-egards
E-mploy
N-ame's
E-pic
P-oem
I-n
E-ssential
L-ines
A-bout
G-ood
O-pus
Topic: Birthday of Irene Pielago (January 21)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
J-ust
O-perate
S-ublime
E-pic
P-oem
H-aving
D-esigned
O-ne
N-ice
A-crostic
T-o
E-xpress
L-iterary
L-ine
I-mpressively
Topic: Birthday of poet Joseph M. Donatelli (July 31)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic