POETRY CONTEST!!!!!!!!

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POETRY CONTEST!!!!!!!!

POETRY CONTEST!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

Ok, rules: 

No criticizing other works.

I reccomend you do rhyming petry, because I really dislike freeverse poetry.

Has to be at least two verses long (except haikus).

 

Have fun! Random poem:

 

White sun rising in the east

The ground the color of mottled yeast

The sand whistling through my hair

The sun unrelenting in a hot, hard stare

 


Can anyone win this survival race?

Water, water, in front of me, but not a drop to drink

Ah, what a mirage can do to my brain, to make me stop and think.......... 

 

I'm drowning, drowning, with no water to drink

In the midst of the mirage, my bloodshot eyes blink

It's gone, it's gone, gone with the wind

What have I done to deserve this sin?

 

My father, my mother, they're waiting for me

Beyond the pond, beyond the trees

In paradise, my true home,

At last I'll rest my tired bones

 

I walk with them, and hand in hand,

We walk away from hard, hot sand,

The desert, a thoughtless, selfish place.........

And no I'll have no weary back to bend,

Well, that is how this story ends..........

 

(Tell me if you like it!) 

 

 

 

submitted by Brooke E.
(September 26, 2014 - 7:29 am)

Love it!

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Soaring through the forrest

touching all the leavs

fall is coming, fall is coming

say goodbye to green.

The summertime is hot and dry,

the winter cold and brittle,

but in the fall

I do recall

feeling happy, though I'm little.

 

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The wintertime is cold and rough

freezing hands and falling fluff

 

The springtime melts the icy banks

calling birds and hearing thanks

for melting winter

stopping summer

and calling geese from going further

 

Summertime is scorching hot

burning forrests

but growing crops

 

Suddenly we long for fall

the best season of them all

For crunching leavs

and apple pies

and south-bound geese just floating by.

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I don't actually like fall more than the other seasons, they're all awesome. Hope you like it!

submitted by Little Poet, age 11, New Hampshire
(September 26, 2014 - 4:02 pm)

Pretty!

submitted by Brooke E.
(September 26, 2014 - 9:58 pm)

I love your poems, guys! Here's mine.

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There was an old lady who
swallowed an ant.


I don’t know why she swallowed
the ant.


Perhaps her food was scant.


There was an old lad who
swallowed a mole.


She was on a roll when she
swallowed the mole.


She swallowed the mole to catch
the ant.


I don’t know why she swallowed
the ant.


Perhaps her food was scant.


There was an old lady who
swallowed a carrot.


She had to ferret out that
carrot.


She swallowed the carrot to feed
the mole.


She swallowed the mole to catch
the ant.


I don’t know why she swallowed
the ant.


Perhaps her food was scant.


There was an old lady who
swallowed some dirt.


It didn’t even hurt to swallow
the dirt.


She swallowed the dirt to season
the carrot.


She swallowed the carrot to feed
the mole.


She swallowed the mole to catch
the ant.


I don’t know why she swallowed
the ant.


Perhaps her food was scant.


When she swallowed the dirt it didn’t
take long to learn


that she had accidentally
swallowed a worm.


So she swallowed another mole,
but that had its toll.


Her stomach began to grow and
shake to and fro.


There were certainly no maybes;
the moles inside where having babies!

~

When are you going to judge?


submitted by Bookbug
(October 1, 2014 - 11:47 am)

Yah, when's the deadline?

submitted by Little Sister, age 11, New Hampshire
(October 1, 2014 - 7:27 pm)

Brooke's poem is good-n't

while mine wouldn't 

spend a tone of wooden

cleaning up it's shape.

My poem believes in mape

which isn't a shake

or drake

of some sort. 

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| That isn't the one I'm sending into the contest. The one below it I'm sending though. 

 

 

I look up and down

and I try not to drown

the water is so deep

I can't even squeak!

 

I see a shark

that could make a mark 

and I quietly wish 

that I wouldn't be mish

after he get's done with me

 

I am still sinking

the fish are winking

I feel real green

and the coral looks mean.

 

I'm pretty sure none

of you fellows bun

this horrible sung

poem of dung. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

submitted by Squeak
(October 1, 2014 - 8:02 pm)

Brooke E., my favorite line of your poem is, "I'm drowning, drowning, with no water to drink"

It's has a nice ring to it! P.S., why don't you like freeverse? 

submitted by Madeline
(October 2, 2014 - 5:09 pm)

Love it!

 

Princess Of The Universe
You have hair like fine silk,
You have skin like milk,
You have lips like rose buds, red and soft,
You are beautiful, kind, loving, wings aloft,

Your every living breath is sweetness,
You have every neatness,

You are the Princess Of The Universe,

                                              You are you and don't ever, ever change!

 

 

I hope you like it! I <3 Poetry!

submitted by Winter Firefly
(October 2, 2014 - 6:54 pm)

Hm. Rhyming poetry, huh? I'm actually terrible at poetry of all kinds, but free verse I actually find more fun (but that's mostly because I get to forget all the rules and be HECKA pretentious...). Still, though, here's a rhyming poem I wrote a while ago, about a...crush. Yeah, crush poems. So classy. 

If I hated you before, 
I would never anymore
Hate your freckles, nor your eyes,
Not your truths and not my lies,
It's a crush and nothing more,
Trap it now and lock the door,
After graduation night,
I will slink out of your sight.
If I like you, let it be,
I know that you don't like me,
A relationship won't work,
If you found out, you would smirk. 
I won't beg you for a chance;
I'll pass you without a glance,
You'll forgive and I forget,
Nothing's left here to regret.

If you hate me, so be it,
I'll forget you bit by bit,
Of my feelings, you won't know,
I will never let them show
We don't even have to talk,
To risk your disgusted shock
You approach me, I respond,
But it's much too late to bond.

If I like you after now, 
Though I can't imagine how, 
I have found a plan to run,
I am ready to move on.
I will not cry when we part,
I just want a brand new start
Deadlines come and go for love,
I'd thought hate was hard enough.
submitted by Katia, being pretentious
(October 2, 2014 - 10:35 pm)

                                                                        Secret

I hide it 

I conceal it

yet throughout the day I feel it.

It's mine

I confine it

never to reveal it.

 

Cheetah

sunshine dapples the leaves

ferns rustle lush and green

a flash of gold and dappled pelt

already the prey is smelt.

 

 

 

 

 

 

submitted by NightShadow, age 10, MD
(October 4, 2014 - 7:19 am)

Deadline is in three days.

submitted by Brooke E.
(October 4, 2014 - 7:27 am)
Water, or Time?

Drip, drop,

Hear the droplets plop,

Slowly, slowly,

You drop lowly,

Water, water, all around,

Not to drink, but for the sound,

Tick, tock,

Sound of the clock,

The rhythm of the clock,

The rhythm of the drops,

Water, Time, so alike,

Yet not, it's like a strike.

submitted by Winter Firefly
(October 4, 2014 - 1:16 pm)

Nice!

submitted by Brooke E.
(October 4, 2014 - 9:15 pm)

I'm thinking but I can't breathe

there's some monster inside of me

I never would have thought again

like a road of nothing that I just said

it's so magic it's extra plain

a drought a drought of pouring rain

chasing contantly standing still

I'm so healthy that I'm ill

take me away as I stand right here

I'll never leave but I will disappear

I get it yet I don't understand

you can make a wish but not a plan

confusing yes but isn't it odd

how the opposite of opposite is making me nod 

I'm not sure about you but I think I know

that I'm probably most definitley not alone 

 

 

ps my capatcha is totz. im not a toddler!!! or am i........ 

submitted by SAVVY44x
(October 6, 2014 - 6:56 pm)
Drowning Treasure

I gasp for a breath,

I can not breathe,

Water, water surrounding me,

I breath it in, I can not stop,

I feel it going into my, lungs, limbs,

My heart feels ready to pop,

I see the fins

Of the shark,

I'm drowning, drowning,

Everything goes dark,

My heart is frowning upon the deep blue nothingness,

I see the Treasure sitting there,
I sink in awe and airlessness,

I dearly want air,

I see my life before my eyes,

Rushing, rushing, rushing by,

I hear the cries,

I can't believe I hear my cry, 

Sinking, sinking to the depth,
Growing darker darker, all the time,
I cant wait for the aftermath,
I hear the chime,
Lying in my bed,
I open my eyes,
I saw my life ahead,
Then I realize,
It was a dream!
submitted by Winter Firefly
(October 7, 2014 - 6:34 pm)

I have increased the poem deadline by one day..... keep sending!!

submitted by Brooke E.
(October 7, 2014 - 9:11 pm)