Competition: Poetic Form: Sonnet

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Poetic Form: Sonnet

We are now in the final stretch of our Poetic Month. Your final test, to become the Poetry Master of March, is to write a traditional Sonnet. Probably one of the hardest poems to get right, a Sonnet is written in Iambic Pentameter, meaning each line traditionally had ten syllables, and their is a rhythm with the words.

The Basic Layout of a Sonnet is separated into three quatranes, and one couplet at the end, meaning $ lines, $lines, $lines, 2 lines, with a rhyme scheme. The Format will be as follows

Line 1 a

Line 2 b

Line 3 a

Line 4 b

Line 5 c

Line 6 d

Line 7 c

Line 8 d

Line 9 e

Line 10 f

Line 11 e

Line 12 f

Line 13 g

Line 14 g

Here is an example of a traditional sonnet, Link!!

Your inspiration for this Sonnet will be your own Character. It can be a story about the Character, something more symbolic, whatever. Just be inspired by your character.

Good Luck, and I look forward to seeing what you all can do.

Competition Information

Parent Competition: A Poetic Month
Organized by: Blade Master Aiden Lee Deshra, Bobecc Varga
Running time: 2016-03-22 until 2016-03-31 (10 days)
Target Unit: Entire DJB
Competition Type: Poetry
Awards: Third Level Crescents
Participants: 8 subscribers, of which 4 have participated.

Results

1st place

Misium

Member

Misium

Textual submission

A Love Letter From Misium

Of all humanity, all are despised.
I’ll kill you all and revel in your death.
I will destroy you, you’ll be brutalized.
Your blood grows still, your lungs can’t take a breath.

Your life blinks out within my cold shadow.
As inky blackness I will manifest.
Obsidian tendrils from me will grow.
To deepest core, my gloom will soon infest.

As I do now, so soon shall you feel woe.
The sorrow moves me, fueling my work.
My misery, a frigid, murky crow,
Brings anguish to you. Suffer, twist, and jerk.

With all this, I’m too much for you to bear.
For I am hatred, darkness, and despair.

*Note: The last 9 syllables of the last line are technically a quote from one of the first lines of the song The Serpentine Offering by Dimmu Borgir. I've always identified pretty strongly with hatred, darkness, and despair, so the line has always stuck in my mind.

Placement

1st place

2nd place

Lilith Alema'rha Versea-Stormwind

Member: Lilith Alema'rha Versea-Stormwind
File submission: sonnet.doc
Textual submission: This was hard but fun
Placement: 2nd place

3rd place

Kryy Vitaan

Member: Kryy Vitaan
File submission: KryySonnet_(1).pdf
Textual submission: Hope its good enough!
Placement: 3rd place

4th place

Keirdagh Taldrya Cantor

Member: Keirdagh Taldrya Cantor
Submission: Keirdagh Taldrya Cantor opted out of publishing his submission.
Placement: 4th place