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Let’s start off with the RULES!
Your poem must be new, created specifically for this contest! No exceptions One poem, per person, per prompt! No previously awarded poems are eligible for prizes If your poem is awarded by someone else prior to judging of this contest being completed, then a new winner will be chosen Your entry must be 40 lines or LESS If we do have an Open Prompt for a round, you must state whatever formal poetry was used (IF you used a poetry form)... NOTE: Open Prompts will be few and far between so make sure to read the current prompt carefully! Edit, edit, edit... until the contest closes for the round! Any item that is found to have been edited after the round closes will be disqualified Contest is open to everyone! Keep entries at 18+ or below. No graphic content No late entries will be allowed Entries MUST be posted in bitem format! If you need help with bitem linking, please check out: "Newbie Hyperlinking 101 - Bitem Format" If you have no room in your port contact Kaya: Wishing it would RAIN! and we will arrange something! If there are four or fewer entries, only first place will be awarded! Please allow one week for judging! Round One Form NONET A nonet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second line eight syllables, the third line seven syllables, etc... until line nine that finishes withone syllable. It can be on any subject and rhyming is optional. line 1 - 9 syllables line 2 - 8 syllables line 3 - 7 syllables line 4 - 6 syllables line 5 - 5 syllables line 6 - 4 syllables line 7 - 3 syllables line 8 - 2 syllables line 9 - 1 syllable For more information or for examples please see: http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/types.html ********************************************************************************** ![]() Dealing With the Heat By Indelibleink Road, so hot beneath these aching feet, I still ignore incessant heat. Have to make the nightmare cease, Strike a deal for some peace. Soon, all will be well, Thanks to his spell... His one goal: Own my Soul *********************************************
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