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Poetry Wars


Welcome to Poetry Wars


Poetry Wars will be one on one competitions. Users submit poems using the submission guidelines below, and are chosen at random to compete with the poems they submitted. These two poems are displayed for everyone to vote for the best one. The poems will be up in The Lounge for voting for a week in Poetry Wars: Battle Thread

There will also be a panel of anonymous judges for each round of competition. These judges will create a score with comments for each poem. The winner of the round will be the poet who gets a higher percentage of votes and judge points. If there is a tie, the judges will decide.

Once a poem is selected, it gets taken out of the pool of potential competitors.
To get back into the competition, submit a new poem with the same submission guidelines. The submission form is under "How to Enter."

Judging


Judges will be a mix of moderators and someone special. This special someone could be anyone who says they wish to be a guest judge and will be chosen at random for that week's judging.

The judges will be anonymously writing about the poems giving a quick blurb if they so choose, and at the end of the week, those blurbs will be posted with the results. After that, the guest judge is changed and the other judges could also change.

Judging will take place away from YWS on Pirate Pads to ensure secrecy and ease of access. If you cannot use Pirate Pads, or do not have time to judge, please do not sign up to be a guest judge.

Guest Judge


Each voting period a guest judge will be selected at random from the potential participants and given an inside scoop as one of the judges as a judge.

If you are chosen, you will receive a letter stating that you have been chosen to be a guest judge, and given a link to the two poems which need scores. There will be instructions about how to decide on a score, and what to do with it when you're done. Since we want this to be anonymous, everything will be provided on the Pirate Pad or in the PM letter.

You will need to submit a new poem to Poetry Wars with your request to be a guest judge again to do it again.

You must respond to the PM within 48 hours or the next guest judge will be picked and informed.

If you get a letter after the start of a round, you still have to respond within 48 hours of receiving the letter or you will also not be considered the guest judge.


How to Enter


Fill out the following form and post it to be entered into the potential warriors.

Works can be old or new.
Make sure works are rated PG 12 or under.


Username: Your YWS username
Guest Judge?: If you want to be in the running to be a guest judge, say so here. If you want to be, but you have some potential problems like upcoming extended periods of real life, put that here as well.
Poem Title: Oh my god! Your poem has to have a title! If you really can't decide, make the title the first line of the poem.
Copy of Poem: You can use text or images.

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[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Guest Judge?:[/b]
[b]Poem Title:[/b]
[b]Copy of Poem:[/b]



Badges


Badges will be awarded for competing and winning multiple times:

1 win = War Stick
3 wins = Feather
6 wins = Quill
9 wins = Pen
12 wins = Marker
15 wins = Fountain Pen
18 wins = Calligraphy Brush

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Special Events Badges

During some months there will be special badges which will pit certain ranks against one another. Winners of these special contests will be awarded a special badge made for that month.

Disclaimer: Some rights to enter people at random reserved.
-Yours Truly,
Poetry Moderators
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I volunteer as tribute.

Username: bluewaterlily
I'll give it a try as a guess judge too, if needed.
Poem Title: The Language of Poetry
Copy of poem:

Spoiler! :
i am one of the last of my kind,
a poet, a marvel to scientists,
a creature prone to turbulence,
as I battle the erratic metaphors
rippling under my skin with the force
of a typhoon, that bubbles up my throat,
rising to my lips, flowing out of my mouth,
waterfall streams of poetic jargon
that the scientists can't fathom,
as they puzzle over the mirror shards
of a dying language, trying in vain
to put my figurative jibberish into words
"A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language." - W.H. Auden
  





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Sat Jun 25, 2016 7:40 am
felistia says...



Can I enter a poem that I've already written a while ago or does it have to be a new poem?
  





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@felistia It can be an old or a new poem!
  





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Username: felistia
Guest Judge?: No thanks
Poem Title: Stars and Galaxies
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Spoiler! :
A canvas of the purest black,

Speckled with gleaming stars.

A streak of glittering violet,

And a dab of cosmos cobalt.

Hints of emerald and autumn orange,

Shimmer in the swirling colours,

Each a whirling galaxy covered in stars.

As I stare out at this painting of wonders,

I ask myself, ‘how could this have happened by accident?’
  





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Username: Rydia
Guest Judge?: If you like
Poem Title: A Quest You Almost Completed
Copy of Poem:

Spoiler! :
A Quest You Almost Completed

Remember hiding under your bed
and finding yourself;
the yoyo that skirted
out of your hand;
a pound the tooth fairy left
after you stopped believing.

Remember here where you left your name
and lost it;
the unfamiliar curves of a vowel
you no longer sound;
the letters large and long
in the headlight of your torch.

Remember closing your eyes
to open them;
the photograph dated on the back,
her scrawls a hand drawn treasure map;
a quest you almost completed
when you were the hero.

Remember this is a game
and not reality;
the food that is bubbling
over the stove;
the edge of the world
compressed in joints and fingertips.
Writing Gooder

~Previously KittyKatSparklesExplosion15~

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Sat Jun 25, 2016 11:34 pm
Virgil says...



Aley▸say like @PenguinAttack WHAT IS THE RATING LIMIT ON THESE POEMS?!

Aley told me to ask you, what is the age limit of these poems?

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Sun Jun 26, 2016 2:30 am
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I'd prefer they were 12+ rated! :)
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Username: Yams
Guest Judge?: Nay.
Poem Title: Obsolete
Copy of Poem:

Spoiler! :

All the things I will ever know
will grow old with me.
This poem will be lost in time
in a room that I'll rot in;
my bones will melt into the floorboards.

Robots will be able to do everything we were able to do
and we'll become obsolete.
I have a feeling my definition of humanity and the future's
is much different.

Mortality is fragile like a glass
able to be shattered with a small drop
shards piercing your feet.
I'm glad that I'll be leaving this world
before it all goes to--

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Username: Lareine
Guest Judge?: Nope, sorry.
Poem Title: every drop of water like a stone
Copy of Poem:
Spoiler! :
every drop of water like a stone,
heaving hot and burning hard against
my freezing skin—evaporate
is entered in my dictionary
close to the beginning, it's
the part I break down every day,
blood and tears and cleansing rain
run rivers down my spine

hurting is a word I used to know,
but I sat under a pelting storm
atoning for my sin—commiserate
is entered in my dictionary
somewhere in the middle, it's
the part I sit and stare at you,
water's pouring off of us
like oceans in my mind

I'm learning to withstand with every blow,
every whisper aimed at faces turned
away from wind—incinerate
is entered in my dictionary
nearer to the flyleaf, it's
the part I sink into the earth,
so hot I'm melted into stone
and turned to rain in kind
stay off the faerie paths
  





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Username: Strange
Guest Judge?: Sure.
Poem Title: DIY Motor Skills
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Spoiler! :
The way the veins pop out of my hand
makes it look like I could choke out
my English teacher, no cable wire required.

If only the handwriting it produced
didn't look like it was from
a twelve year old in the Holocaust
(the words of fellow classmates).

It's called motor dysgraphia,
commonly known as laziness,
disorganization, DIY motor skills, or
an excuse for not putting in effort.

A substitute teacher,
self identifying as a Communist,
"chewed" me out. The way he stuttered
and stumbled to me didn't help his point
on how he was a more well rounded human.

Often times it is blamed on my gender,
my upbringing, and body structures.
Yes, the fact that I'm male explains why
I'm only capable of drawing dogs--
right.

It's a car crash or a fight
in the middle of the school;
it's only glorified by ignorance
from outsider views.

Side effects are virtually a skyscraper
supported by all the pity A's
I've received on art projects
or handwritten essays retyped.

It'll be hard growing up
when, no matter what,
I'll still be capturing
the childhood aesthetic.

"Words say little to the mind compared to space thundering with images and crammed with sounds."

stranger, strangelove, drstrangelove, strange, willard
  





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Mon Jun 27, 2016 2:33 am
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Okay, I'm in.

Username: ScarlettFire.
Guest Judge?: If you really want me to, okay. But fair warning, I'm flaky atm, and I don't know how good of a judge I'd be. So, uh, yeah. Don't put too much faith in me right now. XD
Poem Title: empty pages
Copy of Poem:
Spoiler! :
snowy, empty pages stretching out
for miles, blank and lonely, floating
in the dark spaces between the stars;
bright yet dark, a sly foreshadowing,
growing wildly, of things yet to come.

the chilling darkness rising, gloating
covering white with black, breaking down
in the dark spaces between the stars;
shadows and silence, growing wildly,
the rising thunder of a beating drum.

snowy, empty pages stretching out
covering black with white, lingering
in the dark spaces between the stars;
bright yet dark, shadows and silence,
growing wildly, speaking of things to come.
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Username: spectator
Guest Judge?: No, thanks - sorry!
Poem Title: baked beans
Copy of Poem:
Spoiler! :
your man was outside,
eating firecrackers
and glistening with sweat.
he was pulling teeth from a dragon’s mouth.
your man was outside ending things.

you were inside,
messing with light switches,
wishing your man would mess with you
instead of cold bodies,
straight from the can.

you didn’t know what to do
with the fire that
was stirring comfortably
inside your stomach.
it was polite like your pleases and thank yous,
and the way you saved your anger for the bathroom,
the only thing you’d attack was your teeth,
your only weapon was your toothbrush.

your man hated clean mouths -
his was bloodied, and caked with gasoline,
but he didn’t care.
he never thought about your lips when he was outside
and you were inside, never spitting.
went for a jog
  





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Holysocks says...



Here goes nothing. XP

Username: Holysocks
Guest Judge?: No, sorry :/
Poem Title: guppy fields
Copy of Poem:


Spoiler! :
when the water's low
I float through the straw

golden waves
that sway
over dips and ditches on my way
to-and-from Malaysia

*

predisposed are
my fellow aquatic land-dwellers
far-from and in-between a stream that

flows out of Indonesia
100% autistic
  





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Mon Jun 27, 2016 8:35 am
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Username: Lightsong
Guest Judge?: Nope, I'm biased. xD
Poem Title: The Piece of Technology
Copy of Poem:

Spoiler! :
Teenagers everywhere had the piece of technology
in their hands—it's like holding their hearts.
Their eyes were glued to them
as if they were reading their lives’ predictions;
they watched each glowing line
moved on a thin screen.
Their fingers no longer pressed;
they tapped without sounds,
bringing the silence they preferred.
Such was the impact the piece gave to them;
full of colourful wonders they were not afraid to explore—
deeper and deeper everyday
without fear of being exposed.

This act made them save
two black holes around their eyes,
emulating the fat and lazy pandas.
It also weakened
their other senses.
They heard the voices of others
lower than before.
They reacted to others’ actions
slower than before.
Sometimes, they didn’t react at all—
they stayed in a passive position
like a rock waiting to be broken.

Such was the impact of the piece to them—
giving them vampire bites,
draining their bloods in exchange
for the sensation it gave them.
Men supposedly made it
to make communications better and easier—
as a result, one-on-one talk diminished
and camera was often
became the middle party between its users.
Teenagers were more comfortable
having themselves being presented
by a specific resolution;
any nervousness they inhibited vanished
after a thousand miles of distance
between them and the people they talked to.

Such was the impact
of the piece of technology.
"Writing, though, belongs first to the writer, and then to the reader, to the world.

The subject is a catalyst, a character, but our responsibility is, has to be, to the work."

- David L. Ulin
  








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