The Terrible Poetry Contest

Chel Owens

Welcome, one and all, to the weekly Terrible Poetry Contest!

What in the heck is terrible poetry? You could ask half the internet or even half the published poets out there. You could look over the first explanation I ever gave, here. Or, you could sneeze into a hanky and add anachronistic adjectives.

Ready to roll?

  1. Topic: A sonnet about a period/historical romance. Sonnets are love poems. Period romances are love stories that take place in the past, and somehow still work even though the lovers lacked toothpaste.
  2. Length: A sonnet. You’ve fourteen lines of a specific rhyming pattern (see below) of three quatrains followed by a couplet. The sort of people who run terrible poetry contests are not sticklers for rules, however, so you can get away with one paragraph that might rhyme.
  3. Rhyming: Yes. The first and third lines of each quatrain are supposed to rhyme, plus the final couplet. Near-rhymes or too many rhymes are an easy way to terrible-ify a poem.
  4. Simply make it terrible! Send Shakespeare shivering. Wake Wordsworth! Kick Keats into Conniptions. Send your lover such awful endearments that he or she wonders if you’ve fallen off the balcony a few too many times.
  5. Rating: PG or cleaner. Inappropriate behavior didn’t exist in the past, after all!
From WikiHow

You have till 8:00 a.m. MST next Thursday (January 27) to submit a poem.

Use the form below if you want to be anonymous for a week.

For a more social experience, include your poem or a link to it in the comments. Please alert me if your pingback or poem does not show up within a day.

The winner gains bragging rights, a badge, and the option to choose the next week’s topic and type of poem.

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34 thoughts on “The Terrible Poetry Contest”

  1. Glad to see the contest resurrected. I will try my hand at something during the coming weeks, but extraordinarily busy right now and “romance” is not a subject in which I exercise any particular expertise. (Just ask my patient and frustrated wife of 45 years.)

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  2. Bathing Beauty Blue

    The sky is blue. The grass is shifty green.
    The kingdom is on autopilot now
    and David has some time to look. She’s seen.
    He questions should he, could he, and then how?

    Bathsheba’s bathing on her warm rooftop.
    She wonders if the king can see her there.
    The beast can’t make its wagging tail stop.
    It fears they’ll go and cool off somewhere.

    He has a wife too many, he’d admit.
    She has a husband also after all.
    He wonders how to grasp the horns of it.
    The beast is charging for an early fall.

    The sky is green. The grass is baby blue.
    Uriah’s coming home tomorrow, too.

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  7. Ah, old skool romance. What leads to the exchange of those sacred vows? Shakespeare only touched on it.
    Our Love Canst Wait Not.

    My love is a beauty, blue eyes, golden tresses,
    In thy sapphire orbs shines a loving light,
    I, her slave, my soul she solely posses,
    The flames in my heart burn pure and bright.

    For thy visage, my love knows no earthly bounds,
    When ere I espy thy ruby lips, thy rose kissed cheeks
    In mine chest my beating heart palpably pounds,
    Is this the bless’d love of which Cupid speaks?

    My love, know your love I treasure o’er all others,
    Understand I’ll love thee till my dying day,
    Pray I meet the approval of thy understanding mother
    Then shall we send out our invitations without delay?

    My dove, of our love doth thy father remain unknowing?
    Best marry soonest, dearest, lest our love start showing.

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      1. Well, there’s an innocent way at looking at those words, and then…
        Our love, so pure,
        I felt it was so once,
        But I’m not so sure
        These last few months.

        So (sew?) now those wedding dress
        Seams seem to be splitting,
        Seems ’tis a bit late to confess
        That white was never befitting.

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  10. I didn’t realize that you had restarted the Terrible Poetry Contest! Yay! These are so fun to write and read. I’m in the middle of hosting a writing challenge, but I’m going to dig out my terrible poetry muse. She’s around here somewhere.

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  11. Bizarre Lover Triangle Er Square

    I love them it’s plain to see
    Watson well is another story ya know
    They love me at 221 B Baker Street
    Watson has a mind I equally adore

    But Em and her Cousin Cee* soothe me
    Watson has the biggest heart
    But Em & Cee make my head feel free
    Then he was shot and I had to think clear

    “For I knew his depth of Loyalty & Love”**
    But Em and her cousin Cee consume me
    Yet I still prayed for his recovery to the Lord above
    “His hard eyes dimmed, his lips they shook”**

    Watson, oh Watson my Love who I do adore…
    But Em and her Cousin Cee I adore far more, so take your sorry ass full of yourself, think you are better than me, want all the credit for cases clearly solved by yours truly, out the door!

    *Morphine & Cocaine
    **Paraphrased from the writings of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

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  14. Time constraints at present means I shall enter a sonnet I wrote in yesteryear:

    Dare I compare you to a hippopotamus?

    Dare I compare you to a hippopotamus?
    You know you’re overweight and find it difficult
    To wear nice clothes that fit and aren’t preposterous.
    It’s really not your fault; it’s how you’re built.

    You call me your giraffe because I’m thin.
    I try to eat a lot but nothing works.’
    I walk on legs that look like skinny pins.
    You laugh at me, and yes! your laughter irks.

    But what a pair we are! The butt of jokes!
    The fatty and the skinny grocery shopping!
    One short, one tall, a pair, a gal and bloke,
    The hippo and giraffe, one lean, one whopping.

    And yet you are my love, my day, my night,
    My sun, my moon, my stars, my world, my light.

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        1. You are technically only supposed to rhyme the 1st and 3rd line of each quatrain. You rhymed every line. You should take it as a compliment because you broke the rhyming scheme in turn truly making it a “terrible ” poem.

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