Long Epic poem Poems
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3 small acrostics and 2 haikus or senryus
YUS
LAME poem - naw...
Yes, I crown you as precious queen
Ur doing your thing on fleek like a geek, slaying it in a nerdy fashion like an overexcited, shopaholic teen
Show off your elegance and brilliance - don't worry about the others that wonder where you've been...
I'm choked up on words
You said in my eager ears
In whispers...echoes...
Im joyous like birds
Released from their cage for years
Flattered to take wing
Yes indeed, I woke up with an upside down frown...friends, fans/lovers and family surround me at last, finally so vast
U make me happy as can be and that's not all, you see?
So, I won't be selling our happiness as long as I stay faithful to me, myself and I and anyone else I'm with in the future...to a certain degree...
I play rough, sorry
Much like a lion these days
Hunting down fun prey
Why do you worry?
I don't comprehend your ways
Blessed breeze blows...sing!
Yes, I crown you Kangaroo-Krazy-Klever-Kool king
U are glory, grace and everything
See through my spectacles...BING! I wink to that, you are the opposite of nothing...you are far from shuffling shame when you're logically and creatively gaming
Epic poem - YUS
Eyes of black - Heart of cold
He was the missing piece of my soul
He entered my world dressed in leather and lookin' mean
He was a delicious scream within' a dream
The Nevermore of Forevermore - a cut that never bleeds
He was it - a renegade stallion - menacing and powerful
Mystical and magnificent
Just the sight of him could melt the Ice Queen
All or none - there was no in-between.
Dangerously decadent days dazzled their way into macabre months
Which mesmerized into years
I loved him so deeply, so deliriously, it was decadently obscene
A Master of the sexual dungeon where teeth show and blood flows
Nocturnal we were, an epic poem that only Poe could write
Coffin closely, dressing me slowly
Nothing was ever wrong and we were so right
Sanctimonious yet cloaked in unholiness
We were the nefarious midnight malevolence
With him being the fabulator and me the dramatist.
Execrable, formidable, respected, and feared
The A list of the Death list
Everyone knew we were - together - the best
The royalty of the Otherworldly
With the Bat and black roses being our family crest
Disquieting and disturbing - one exceptionally demonic night
He just dropped out of sight - GONE - MIA
With no reason - no write.
Malice and morbid myths materialized
None of which made any sense
Everything was exuberant, esoteric, enigmatic, better than alright
And in my defense - I was never left unsupervised
Oh how the tears burned and spirits cried
A cracked fairytale, broken mirrors, and torturous moans
Death changed my life but he was my everything
My liver, my lover, my dead dogs' bones.
An all-consuming, soul-stealing, head-reeling
Incapacitating time - That was timeless
Tainted, terrifying, tombstone trickery - I am TORN
And evidently, it seems
I was punished, periled, and paralyzed
"TO LOVE IS OFTEN TO BLEED"
I was ALONE and cursed with Demon seed
A travesty - Satan must be blind
My Master man thing
Being never heard from or heard of
THAT WAS THE END OF WE
So much for synchronicity
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!
Trixie shakes me awake impatiently following me to the bathroom
Yelling ideas as hard and as fast as she can.
I know better than to ignore her; for she will pull my hair
I sometimes hear her teeth gnashing in my left ear
She is the most impatient muse I have ever met
She has two assistants, but refuses to give me their names
Perhaps she thinks I will promote them and oust her?
Trixie has been with me since the early seventies
I put her to rest for a long sleep – around forty years
While I pranced around doing lots of things that did not include a muse
About three years ago she came dancing up from her luxurious nap.
She threw words at me so fast, I had to use a giant platter to catch them.
Dragons and faeries began prancing around in my dreams.
Perpetual list of rhyming words were lying around in notebooks
I figured they were Trixie’s handiwork as I did not recognize
Anything except my own handwriting.
She is bossy, and aggressive. Ruthless when she gets an idea.
Luckily she has an insanely funny sense of humor
Which makes her palatable
She is irritating at three a.m. when she wakes me from REM sleep
And all I hear is the last line of an epic poem
Which is gone after I use the bathroom.
Here's a romantic epic poem based on your description, in the specified style and poetic devices:
Amidst the urban sprawl of concrete and steel, Where towering skyscrapers cast long shadows real, We find ourselves drawn to the lake's gentle shore, A tranquil oasis from the city's frantic roar.
Our indulgence begins with first-class flights, Gazing out at clouds from seats of velvet delights, Arriving with time to spare, we embark on a spree, First stopping at the dollar tree's bins of glee.
Rows of trinkets and baubles in every hue, We fill our bags till the handles start to goo, Next, Walmart beckons with its all-night glow, Shelves stacked high with essentials for our sojourn to show.
Hotel rooms await, with two options to choose, Each stocked for a night of pleasure, love, and muse, Dinner calls at Twin Peaks, a retro joint of fame, Where 29 degrees beer flows like a dopamine stream.
Our dessert-loving lover savoring each spoonful bite, Eyes alight with mischief, ready for a night of delight, Condoms within easy reach, a sly wink and a grin, The room's electric energy pulses, a rhythm to begin.
African beats and love songs mingle in the air, As our bodies sway and move, no care, no despair, The night's a symphony of passion, of love so true, Two hearts beating as one, in a room that's rocking anew.
So let the city sleep, its noise and chaos fade, For in this moment, we're lost in a lovers' paradise made, By the lake's serene gaze, the beats, and the beer so cold, In this urban Eden, our hearts are forever to hold.
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.
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.
The festive season is nigh on
give thoughts and prayers, to those who have none
of the simple luxuries,most take for granted
the felling of trees,mostly never replanted.
The elderly afraid to heat their homes
the rich don christmas lit dwellings, and garden gnomes.
Our troops all around the world,families apart
parents and children missing them, with all their heart.
No fun at all people living the street
a hungry stomach,searching for heat.
Most passing them by,no second care
what if one day,they were there?
The starving millions throughout the land
walking bare feet,on rubbled sand.
Christmas morning being just another day
it`s the 21st century,it shouldn`t be this way.
Giving thanks to what i have got.
Sponsor Leonora Galinta
Contest Name CHRISTMAS EPIC POEM
Can't explain
an emotional surge
lingered in thoughts
listless soul speaks
in metered gasps
of breathless sighs
pulse of words fall
eminent on page
September 1, 2019
just scribbling inspired by Vijay's comment on one of my recent poems
With a name literally meaning "beautiful-voiced" (from kallos, meaning "beauty," and ops, meaning "voice"), Calliope was the most prominent of the Muses-the nine sister goddesses who in Greek mythology presided over poetry, song, and the arts and sciences. She is represented in art as holding an epic poem in one hand and a trumpet in the other.
Just have to vent and have my say;
Although, I won't get my way.
Rules are rules, no matter why
and breaking them will never fly.
On many a contest, I must pass
because the rules my lines surpass.
Alas, my poems are all too long;
To cut them short would just be wrong.
How can I say all that I mean
if limits are put on my thought stream?
I love the words that freely flow
across the page and down below.
When pen to paper I do touch,
sometimes the magic's just too much.
If I'm not done when the cows come home,
at least, I'll write my epic poem.
I pen this poem with tongue in cheek;
It's poetic justice that I seek.
Why can't my lines run twenty-four?
Quoth the sponsor, "never more".
March 2, 2018
For contest 405, max. 20 lines
Sponsored by Brian Strand