Welcome to the Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest. We’re going on 65 weeks now. Perhaps it’s about time to number by date and stop trying to keep track of age.
If you’re new to these parts or could use a refresher, read my basic outline here. We’re about capturing the soul of a novice whilst hurting the sensibilities of a professional.
Here are the specifics for this week:
- The Topic is Springtime -or Autumntime if you’re South. You can haiku, limerick, free verse, acrostic, tanka, cinquain, sonnet…
- Length is wholly dependent on the type of poem you write. If you go with an epic ballad, please cut things off before page 54.
- Rhyming also depends on your creation.
- The goal is to make it terrible. Mother Earth must rise from her seasonal slumber to smack you with an olive branch of peace.
- Keep the Rating at PG or cleaner.
You have till 8:00 a.m. MST next Friday (April 3) to submit a poem.
Use the form below if you want to be anonymous for a week.
If not, and for a more social experience, include your poem or a link to it in the comments. Leave a comment if your pingback doesn’t show up within a day.
Springtime for Bad Poets
Bring June superpowers
And Pilgrim’s pride
Makes me feel like a snowstorm in-
between my apelike toes
The world wakes
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