The Challenge

[Emmie]

Not everything is as it seems at first glance.

Poetry growing left and right
Observe as I do with great delight
Each poem is to me a candle light ever so slight

Therefore unto all of you I do
Raise a challenge without further ado
You'd do well to prepare yourselves too for something new

Soon there shall be no return
Like never before the fires will burn
And give to me your best without worldly concern as the wheels of war churn

Many may fall at our feet
Yearning the price ever so sweet
Only one may stand at the end of the beat gaining the final treat

Work your brains! And perhaps this thread will come alive.

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[Altaria]

It's a challenge you want
A challenge you'll get
Let me show you what I won't
Do for later you'll regret

I know my rhymes are not good
Cause I'm struggling with the english
And now I just want some food
So I'll just go catch a fish

Keep it going guys xD

[IvanXLIV]

A challenge, you say? The gloves are off, dear lady;
Believe me, my pen could be mightier than their sword...
Flashing blades of prose will connect resoundingly
'til all opponents can't utter one single word.


Forget Cyrano and the Scarlet Pimpernel!
I dash left and right, swift as the wind and I hit
my target unerringly. This verbal revel
is amusing! Le'ts continue as we see fit...


Perhaps I'll show off and demonstrate a secret
weapon... the legendary "Botte de Nevers",
A lighting-fast lunge aimed at the brow; when beset
From all sides, it's usefulness is beyond compare.


En garde!

Ivan

[Bansai]

So the lady had sung, the symphony of battle
The call for artisans to display their mettle
To renounce their dominance in the art of the words
Like the Medieval times with their arrows and swords

This rhyme is jacked, my style is raw
Like a gem still unpolished, filled with flaw
To give a shot, I am willing
In the world we all know as,

Creative writing

Its really raw alright, more like rap battle than a battle of poetry. Will work more on it in the future

[Cath]

Emmie wants a challenge?
You should quite before I change!
My rhymes aren't the sweetest,
But my talent will be the best!

Don't need those swords,
Here, there's only words.
My, my, don't take me wrong,
But you'll not stay long.

I'm looking further,
To see if there will be any murder,
Because when there's poetry,
You know this is where Cath will be!

Keep up guys, I'm enjoying this thread.

[Kyrios]

It seems to me that all choose the same style,
With just four lines to a stanza, couplets,
Some heroic and some rhyming abound,
I don't feel the need to conform so I'll,
Write a sonnet, present this poor pamphlet,
Speak not the clashing, laughing song of war.

I love you, each my dear friends so resound,
These words of friendship and a call for more,
Win or lose matters not a bit to me,
With words of yours I would myself surround,
Hope my slight contributions do not bore,
But rather share the pleasure in our words.

I hope that this shape to my poetry,
Does not clash with all your brave talk of swords,
I only aim to watch the fray and see,
Which of you is the greatest of our bards.

[IvanXLIV]

(good point, Kyr)


Perhaps a change of weapons is now required;
Pistols at twenty paces, with prose as ammo?
Or perhaps a romantic and much admired
Tool of war: the daikyu of medieval Edo
And a quiver full of words, poised to be fired
In great volleys, forcefully impacting the foe.
 
A wise man once said to his girlish protégée:
“If you do not stand for something, then you will fall
For anything.” Appropriate advice, I say;
The truth of this affirmation does sum it all.
With that firmly in mind, by the end of the day,
A verbal sucker punch could end our witty brawl…
 
Nay, far better to prolong the contest longer;
Let thoughtful sonnets spar, risqué limericks clash,
Villanelles and bold haikus tear at each other;
And who cares if most of it is just balderdash?
Let the contestants come forth and fight it over;
The laurels of victory snatched up in a flash!


Ivan

[belle]

What cuts deeper, than those sharp words you speak?
What could bleed more, than the wounds that they strike?
What would hurt worse, than the shock of their scorn?
How curious.
It's the silence they leave behind.

[W1LL]

OOOhhh this is a great piece of poetry.

[Bansai]

Just learned this style today, let's put it to good use

Whoa looks like the table gets hot
Right and left words keep on rolling
Innumerable styles and rhyme thrown down to the lot
Toast to you dear friends for keeping em coming
In this day of time, I cringe my thought
Not to forget something, but to muster a piece
Get an inspiration popping after my brain get drought

Is this legit, is this foulplay
Somebody do tell me as I continue my writing

For those that haven't, give it a go
Until the train of poetry gets halt at a stop
Neither of us know when, so just throw it down!