Name of Contest:
Homunculus Poems

Contest Description:
Write a poem depicting all seven homunculi.

How many entries per member:
One.

Enter by posting or PM?:
Posting.

Due Date:
Unestablished.

Prize:
The right to boast. Maybe more if I can negotiate with admins... -shifty eyes-

Other Info:
Needs 3 judges.

I am not a judge.

me sa jug person tpyy thing well heres sa poem

ok....
there ones was a man from japan
he had dreamed he was waring a shoe
his wokey up in the middel of the night to see that his dream was a big lie and he die in the endless world of darkness never to be seen again wall envy was laughing as he pussed edward in... and alphones ad kittys to play with but they died i a freeky fallyway

now wasent that happy

Ummm...

So many spelling errors, and you only have Envy, and that didn't make sense.

You need all seven (7) homunculi.

Envy, Greed, Lust, Gluttony, Pride, Wrath, and Sloth.

Ok. I tried to get the winning poem a spot on the front page. I failed on that attempt. Instead Vincent offered Prize Money. I'm assuming this is for the RPG Shop.

Also, there's bragging rights.

Anyway. No judges yet... I'd like at least 3. Or any odd number so there's no ties.

I'll post my poem later. After we get the judges.

The dim light of a cafe lounge
Struck soft across their backs
Around a table seven sat
Comparing what each lacks...

"Seek to gain, for naught but one
What others have I must
That what shines, the gift within
Not one to me entrust."

"Those I see become, then, mine
I lay to them my claim
And always, come the dawning morn
They cast on me the blame..."

The third said nothing for a time,
Their words he'd just ignore
Until, of course, his plate lay bare -
With pleading eyes asked, "More?"

"But my dear Envy," the fourth crooned
"The point, I fear, you've missed,.
It's not to have just what you lack,
But all that does exist!"

"Now, what's the point?" She then leaned back-
"The effort that implies...
Attempting such a lofty goal
May well be your demise..."

"Well, sure, why not? That always leaves
Room for retaliation,
Leave it to me! Those that fight us
Just face annihilation!"

"And I, of course, let's not forget,
The issue not confuse -
The rest may be expendable,
but I shall never lose!"

They argued well into the night
Refusing each to see
That through their faults each one of them
Can be thus found in me.

- - - -

((I wrote this upon seeing the contest; it just came into my head, I guess. After writing that, it's hard not to think in prose...

Anyway. It's a little vague, but in order of appearance, they are Envy, Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Wrath and Pride. It built itself up from that last couplet, really... anyway, I hope you liked it. That's my submission.))

In this mist of green the first one sprouted, his eyes filled with a common jealousy.
His want for others luxurise, blinding him completely.

The second though, arose out of the mist of purple..his head held high and his walk full of confidence.
Who felt he was above all the rest, this too, causing him to be blind

The third arose from something orange, something strange and something wanting.
Created by the seeds of the first two, the first mans jealousy made him want..and the second, made him worth it.

Now came along the fourth, one of the Thirds three children. Born out of the crimsion red his anger made him fierce, bitter at the world.
A feeling of malignity towards everyone, the fourth, too, just as blind.

The second of the Thirds three children sprouted from the sweet fruits of temptation, Her body well formed and her desire forceful.
She too felt worthy of all, and wanted everything of pleasure. Blind as the rest.

The final and Third Child of the Thirds children, was a rather plump one. Feasting off of all others fruits.
His overconsumptions and desire for more keeping him, too, blind.

And then there was the final of all the seven, rising from the mists of blue and taking no effort to become like any other.
His meaningless life and effortless will condemd him just like the others.

As time passed the seven remained, each having their own children with a blend of others traits, but never, no, never as blind and deadly as the first.
None ever forgetting the seven.
And how far no ones come.
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Eh, its so/so.. but its all I got

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Wow.

All nice poems.

I'm waiting until I get a judge to post mine.

They Died
Who Lusts to be killed by a Brat? Not her
Turned into a monster, I dont envy Him
Have Pride When Being Killed by the Flame
Being a Sloth Might Have Made Him Give you pity, No?, Oh well
Wrath of a fat man
Gluttony for little Boys
Wow, Greedy about being killed By Ed...

Interesting.

In the line "Have Pride When Being Killed by Roy", I think it'd be more exotic with "The Flame" instead of "Roy".

Mine's lame. I'll judge.

I'll still post mine when I find it again.