LaCharta
Poetry Contest
The LaCharta consists of a minimum of 3 stanzas with no maximum length stipulation. Each stanza contains 6 lines. The syllable count is 8 per line in iambic tetrameter and the rhyme scheme is aaaabb ccccdd eeeeff and so on.
Example: "Ceilings of societal slur"
A sight of deca-dare or die
is fastened fast inside my eye
and in a blink, within a sigh,
it causes scenes to scream and cry,
as optics opt to ail, protrude
in gestures feigned and aptly rude.
For through your lens all luck can live
inside old thoughts, that seep like sieve
because they choose (and pray forgive)
to see just white in slight octive,
while two-tones tempt a truer shade
and black defies its doom to fade.
Equalities refuse to play,
to land or leap, from night nor day
and shock sits on in skies to say
"I won't back down or walk that way".
So as you look at me and judge,
just know I've stuck and will not budge...
for I see more than skin or hue,
see more of him and more of you;
all people in a person's view--
we're all the same if green or blue.
Now, if I climb down from this place...
please stop this prejudicial race.
Copyright © 2013 Laura Lamarc. Poetry type created by Laura Lamarc
The contest winner will win half of the prize pool which is based on the number of entries. The second and third place winners will each share the remaining prize pool. The prize pool is currently 6.00 member dollars. There are 15 spots still open. If all open spots are used the prize pool will be 36.00 member dollars. In this contest at least 2 submissions must be made for the vote to begin.
Deadline: Contest is closed. Deadline was Wednesday, October 28, 2015.
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Example: "Ceilings of societal slur"
A sight of deca-dare or die
is fastened fast inside my eye
and in a blink, within a sigh,
it causes scenes to scream and cry,
as optics opt to ail, protrude
in gestures feigned and aptly rude.
For through your lens all luck can live
inside old thoughts, that seep like sieve
because they choose (and pray forgive)
to see just white in slight octive,
while two-tones tempt a truer shade
and black defies its doom to fade.
Equalities refuse to play,
to land or leap, from night nor day
and shock sits on in skies to say
"I won't back down or walk that way".
So as you look at me and judge,
just know I've stuck and will not budge...
for I see more than skin or hue,
see more of him and more of you;
all people in a person's view--
we're all the same if green or blue.
Now, if I climb down from this place...
please stop this prejudicial race.
Copyright © 2013 Laura Lamarc. Poetry type created by Laura Lamarc
The contest winner will win half of the prize pool which is based on the number of entries. The second and third place winners will each share the remaining prize pool. The prize pool is currently 6.00 member dollars. There are 15 spots still open. If all open spots are used the prize pool will be 36.00 member dollars. In this contest at least 2 submissions must be made for the vote to begin.
Deadline: Contest is closed. Deadline was Wednesday, October 28, 2015.
