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Poetry Contest II !
So, here is what I posted on the last thread in case you didn't see.
Oh gee I totally forgot about this. My friend seriously hurt her ankle on Sat and then I got braces yesterday so I was highly distracted.
So...the winner is Clouded Lepeord, and the runner-up is Alexandra! Great poems guys. I chose yours because of the description, detailed image/moment depiction, and obvious effort on your parts. Clouded, you may judge round two! I'm making another thread...
So let's get writing! If Clouded Lepeord denies the position or doesn't respond by THURSDAY, I will go ahead and choose a topic for the next contest. Happy writing!
submitted by Rose bud, age 13 3/4, Teirm
(July 26, 2016 - 9:03 am)
(July 26, 2016 - 9:03 am)
Thank you, Rosebud! I'll definitely judge Round Two!
The theme for Round Two poems are: relationships. Whether it's romantic, platonic, between pets or parents or nature, you must write about relationships.
(July 26, 2016 - 4:04 pm)
Epic!!! I'll get writing.
(July 26, 2016 - 7:45 pm)
I... I missed the first round? I am very disappointed in myself. Either way, congratulations, Clouded Leopard! I will get around to reading yours, I bet it was fantastic. And congratulations to everyone else as well! I assume they were all stunning works!
Hmm... I maybe I'll enter this time. I actually had one written, just never got around to posting it.
And... Umm... I have an announcement to make. So actually, I can't enter the poetry round. I'm sorry, but I- No... don't say it yet. Don't say it yet...
I won't say the announcement yet.
(July 27, 2016 - 12:11 pm)
Relationships? Okay! I'll write about love!
Love
~~~
Love can be found on a bridge at night,
A man and woman looking fondly at each other.
Walking together, under the moonlight,
Eye's locked in one another's.
Love can be found in a warm living room,
Where a family is gathered together.
Everyone can see in the gloom,
That they know they'll be together forever.
Love can be found in sibling's childish fights,
When at the end, they always make up.
And they ask one another, "Are you alright?
"I'm sorry for our little breakup!"
Love can be found in everyone's hearts,
But for some you just have to dig deeper.
The love won't end after it starts,
Because your heart clings to it like a little keeper.
Love can be here, and love can be there.
Can't you see that love is everywhere?
(July 27, 2016 - 1:54 pm)
Awww! I love that one Alexandra!
(July 28, 2016 - 7:15 am)
Daddy Love
I sit at the window
Waiting
for Daddy to come home.
I watch the dirt road,
Longing to
see his wagon.
I want him to walk through the door,
So I can
run into his welcoming arms
And bury my face into his
clothes.
I long to smell his smell of
Watermelon, sweat,
and honeysuckle.
I want him to say
"How 'bout we go
wadin' , Apple Dumplin?”
We would run down to the
creek
Barefooted,
Feeling the soft clover between our
toes.
Then we would pull up our pants and skirt,
And walk
into the water
Knee deep.
I look up from my daydream
And
look down the road.
I see Daddy's wagon
And know that my
dream
Will come
True.
(July 27, 2016 - 2:35 pm)
Argh!! Formatting!
Daddy Love
I sit at the window
Waiting for Daddy to come home.
I watch the dirt road,
Longing to see his wagon.
I want hime to walk throught the door,
So I can run into his welcoming arms
And bury my face into his clothes.
I long to smell his smell of
Watermelon, sweat, and honeysuckle.
I want hime to say,
"How 'bout we go wadin', Apple Dumplin?"
We would run down to the creek
Barefooted,
Feeling the soft clover between our toes.
Then we would pull up our pants and skirt,
And walk into the water
Knee deep.
I look up from my daydream
And look down the road.
I see Daddy's wagon
And know that my dream
Will come
True.
(July 28, 2016 - 11:08 am)
Didn't this one win the love poetry contest a while ago? WEll, I really like it!
(July 31, 2016 - 4:09 pm)
I'll enter! My chances of winning are -0/10 (ayy it's an imaginary number! My chances of winning are imaginary) but I'm going to enter anyway because I don't know when to stop. Here it is.
One
Earth, wind, water, fire
Connected in a circle
United as one.
(July 27, 2016 - 2:43 pm)
Enter the shiping post you did for Garylla. It was pretty good- but include Bob's- er- comment;)
(July 27, 2016 - 4:04 pm)
That isn't poetry!
(July 27, 2016 - 5:20 pm)
Here's my entry!
The dirt layering uneven ground
was marked with footsteps
scraping marks
of past imprints
a tire track crossed
here and there
sometimes disappearing
other times as faint
as a fading cloud
of smoke
in a blackened sky
here is nature’s
relationship with humans
the soles of our shoes—
lined, circled, squiggled, swirled—
protecting us
from a deeper power
we know nothing about
until we lift the granules
of earthy sand
and let it slide through our fingers
like a goodbye
until our flexible tennis shoes
inexorable boots
curved slippers and arching heels
continue making patterns that cross the world.
(July 27, 2016 - 4:25 pm)
Okay... I have 3 poems that I'd be interesting in submitting. How many can we submit? 1? 2? If only one, I'll choose my favorite of the three I have.
(July 28, 2016 - 1:24 am)
Just one please :)
(July 28, 2016 - 9:42 am)
Okay, no problem. Well... You know, problem picking one. But you get what I mean. The one I chose to enter is the relationship between death and life and friends and family. I apologize in advance if this makes you cry. It was written in the style of what my friend is seeing and feeling after having lost a young family member. Depending on your perspective, you might see this as matching the topic or not. In all honesty, it is of the relationship between death and life, those moments before, during, and after and how it terribly changes your heart. So here is the entry:
Last Breath
Cloaked in darkness
Peaceful darkness
I watched you waste away
Remember the hours
The times you laughed
Our endless tears we shared
Now summer's sweet breath
Takes you away
To a place beyond our world
I cried, you know
When I watched you go
Your last breath
A pained one I shared
My friend
I am lost
Hope deprived
And starved
This last tear is to you
My ghost behind the walls
(July 28, 2016 - 12:53 pm)