Post by Wille-Harlia on Oct 21, 2023 22:28:31 GMT -5
Welcome to the October Poet Laureate Contest, with poems centered on victory. Below are the poems I received. Anyone may vote in this contest, and the poem with the most votes earns its author the title of Poet Laureate! Remember, you still should NOT share the authorship of any entry with anyone but Wille-Harlia until the contest is over. Voting will be open until 8 A.M. GMT on October 29.
Please give the poets their due courtesy and read over all the poems before voting.
Good luck to everyone, and may the best poem win!
Entry #1
The Final Victory
Victory is the herald of peace.
However, it has a high price,
a price made of blood,
blood of brave soldiers.
but she comes,
carrying in one hand the light of freedom,
and in the other, the laurels,
crowns the brave who enter History.
She is on the lips of the soldiers,
in advertising pamphlets,
in medals of honor,
in the epigraphs of cemeteries.
She is the reason for life,
our Final Victory.
Victory is the herald of peace.
However, it has a high price,
a price made of blood,
blood of brave soldiers.
but she comes,
carrying in one hand the light of freedom,
and in the other, the laurels,
crowns the brave who enter History.
She is on the lips of the soldiers,
in advertising pamphlets,
in medals of honor,
in the epigraphs of cemeteries.
She is the reason for life,
our Final Victory.
Entry #2
The Eternal and Multitudinous Victories of Glorious Tomkmenistan
In the land of Tomkmenistan, fierce and bold,
Where warriors' hearts and dreams unfold,
A saga of triumph shall now be told,
Of victory in battles, strong and cold.
From the frozen fjords to the mountains high,
Tomkmenistan's people reached for the sky,
With spirit unyielding, they'd never comply,
To foes, they'd show courage, they'd never deny.
In battle, they stood, their shields held tight,
Defending their homeland through day and night,
With valor and honor, they'd conquer their plight,
For Tomkmenistan's glory, they'd always fight.
Not only in war, but culture did they thrive,
Their arts and traditions, they'd ardently revive,
Their songs and their dances, they'd skillfully jive,
In the hearts of their people, the spirit would drive.
Economically, they rose with such might,
Their trade and commerce, a powerful sight,
With innovation and wisdom, they'd take flight,
Tomkmenistan's future, forever bright.
In the realm of science, they reached new heights,
Discoveries and knowledge, like shining lights,
Their minds ever curious, exploring the nights,
In the name of progress, they'd win these fights.
So raise a horn, let the mead flow free,
In Tomkmenistan's name, sing songs with glee,
For a nation united, strong as the sea,
Victory in all, from now until eternity.
In the land of Tomkmenistan, fierce and bold,
Where warriors' hearts and dreams unfold,
A saga of triumph shall now be told,
Of victory in battles, strong and cold.
From the frozen fjords to the mountains high,
Tomkmenistan's people reached for the sky,
With spirit unyielding, they'd never comply,
To foes, they'd show courage, they'd never deny.
In battle, they stood, their shields held tight,
Defending their homeland through day and night,
With valor and honor, they'd conquer their plight,
For Tomkmenistan's glory, they'd always fight.
Not only in war, but culture did they thrive,
Their arts and traditions, they'd ardently revive,
Their songs and their dances, they'd skillfully jive,
In the hearts of their people, the spirit would drive.
Economically, they rose with such might,
Their trade and commerce, a powerful sight,
With innovation and wisdom, they'd take flight,
Tomkmenistan's future, forever bright.
In the realm of science, they reached new heights,
Discoveries and knowledge, like shining lights,
Their minds ever curious, exploring the nights,
In the name of progress, they'd win these fights.
So raise a horn, let the mead flow free,
In Tomkmenistan's name, sing songs with glee,
For a nation united, strong as the sea,
Victory in all, from now until eternity.
Entry #3
"V" for Victory
"v for victory"
I signed a V at the man
who bagged my groceries
when he said "come again soon".
He smiled and raised it right back at me.
I nodded and went about
my business for the day.
That little sign,
a simple signature
of strength, confidence, and cheer . . .
All that firework emotion implied and
summed up succinctly in a gesture
flashed and forgotten in thoughtless moment.
Where are the parades?
Where is the celebration and spectacle,
the towering monument and glorifying speech?
Where are the lengthy toasts,
the flags in windows, precious moments shrined forever
in digitized high resolution?
Gone and forgotten,
drowned in the tears
of widows and widowers,
Buried beneath the grief
of sons and daughters,
aunts and uncles, siblings and cousins,
Destroyed forever in the
roiling chaos of the conflicts
that gave us V for Victory -
and this trite little sign
of two fingers from a raised fist -
the V for Vanquished.
"V" is for the ash of dreams and
the sick sorrow of loss,
affecting joyful pride.
"v for victory"
I signed a V at the man
who bagged my groceries
when he said "come again soon".
He smiled and raised it right back at me.
I nodded and went about
my business for the day.
That little sign,
a simple signature
of strength, confidence, and cheer . . .
All that firework emotion implied and
summed up succinctly in a gesture
flashed and forgotten in thoughtless moment.
Where are the parades?
Where is the celebration and spectacle,
the towering monument and glorifying speech?
Where are the lengthy toasts,
the flags in windows, precious moments shrined forever
in digitized high resolution?
Gone and forgotten,
drowned in the tears
of widows and widowers,
Buried beneath the grief
of sons and daughters,
aunts and uncles, siblings and cousins,
Destroyed forever in the
roiling chaos of the conflicts
that gave us V for Victory -
and this trite little sign
of two fingers from a raised fist -
the V for Vanquished.
"V" is for the ash of dreams and
the sick sorrow of loss,
affecting joyful pride.