Poetry Contest

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Poetry Contest

Poetry Contest

Well, we haven't had one of these in a while, have we? Time for a new one, I say! Welcome, resident poets!

The rules are pretty simple. I am the first judge. I will give you a theme, and you must write a poem relating to the theme. Be creative with your interpretations! I will then judge the entries by a set date, and the winner will then be the next judge, and set the next theme. And so on, and so forth. 

The first theme will be... *dramatic drumroll*

Stars! Whether you chose to write about the kind of stars you wish on, or the kind that take the stage, I will be eagerly awaiting your sparkly, shiny, beautiful poems. Have them in by... Saturday, March 18. Two weeks. Sound fair? 

I hope to see your poems soon!

~Booksy <3 

submitted by Booksy Owly
(March 4, 2017 - 8:58 pm)

So I don't know if this is just a made up name but I didn't post this. If this was just a made-up name bc you wanted to be anon then tell me. Anyway this is beautiful!

submitted by @Clover, It's clover
(May 25, 2021 - 7:25 pm)

Oh oops this was me I was going to change my username to Clover, I didn't realize there was another Clover on the Chatterbox. Sorry!

And thank you for the compliment. 

submitted by WordSong, age Forever, Under a rock
(May 26, 2021 - 9:52 am)

It's fine! I was just wondering Smile

submitted by clover, Neptune
(May 26, 2021 - 5:12 pm)

There was

So much more

Fantasy

Where I came from.

 

Back when life

And colour

And excitement

Meant everything.

Back when dreams

Came to life

And magic was the only law. 

Everything was so much brighter,

So much warmer back then.

In a land filled with love

And friendship

And imagination.

 

But then we grew up, as humans always do.

Then life started thinning; layers of magic

Just... disappeared from our beautiful world.

Suddenly the curtains were pulled back

And we realised life could be

So, so much darker.

We felt the strain and stress of work.

Being grown-up wasn't quite the freedom we thought.

And slowly, our world of magic and fantasy was forgotten. 

It sunk under waves of worries and despair,

Too far from the reality we'd left back there.

 

But once in a while

We still take the time

To remember,

What it felt like

To be

A kid.

Exploring a wonderous land of creativity;

Beautiful 

And strange

And a bit terrifying.

And we can't help but smile as we sit back and see

A new generation running around 

Pursuing their very own 

Fantasy.

submitted by Jaybells, age Obscure, Lost in the Universe
(May 25, 2021 - 10:48 am)
When's the judging date?
Imagination
On top of my clear glass cutting board is
A strawberry, sliced thin as a butterfly’s splayed wings
It takes off, flutters, drifts, but is caught in the roar
Of the tsunami, the butterfly struggles to soar
Is flung against the cliff in a spray of foam
It struggles to get free, to continue to roam
It drifts on a stream of bubble-scented sky
I circle it with chalk, ready to fly
I draw up a portal with a watery sheen
And pluck out a star from that which is unseen
As I admire it’s sharp diamond edges which have never been dimmed
I am ruffled by the ghost of an olive-scented wind
And am transported to the ancient grove, waiting for eternity
I carve on the gnarled umber trunk of an olive tree
And through it I hear the earth’s sweet melody
The curtains rise and I fall to my scuffed knee
Then, with a spark of inspiration I rise
I spin, I leap, my arms spread to the azure skies
And in my wake I leave the residue
Of magic, in the deepest amber hue
And what rises from it is strands the color of sun
I realize, from gold, wheat I have spun
Before I can further examine the stalks
I see a knife, floating in my circle of chalk
I grab it, not bracing to finish this story I tell
As I prick my finger, a drop of scarlet wells
And falls on top of my clear glass cutting board . . .
submitted by Feline Fantasy
(May 25, 2021 - 4:04 pm)

Gorgeous. I absolutely love this.

The rhyme is perfect and the story and the word choice is just . . . I love it.

Good job. 

submitted by Clover, age Forever, Under a rock
(May 25, 2021 - 5:27 pm)

Thanks!

I think yours is really good, too! The concept is very original and the reader has to guess what the words mean and it lets them explore and string other words together, too, if that makes sense. :) 

submitted by Feline Fantasy
(May 26, 2021 - 5:12 pm)

Judging date is the 8th of June! That gives you all about 2 weeks :) I might make it a bit earlier if 2 weeks is too long, though.

submitted by Silver Crystal, age Infinity, Milky Way
(May 26, 2021 - 8:23 am)

I don't love this one, but basically it's a fractured fairy tale, told from the villain's point of view. Also, in case you don't know, insomnia is when you can't sleep. 

Villian

 

Happily ever after.

 

The words bring tears to my eyes. 

Happily ever after isn’t real, no!

If it were real, I wouldn’t be here

Looking at my own "wanted" poster

If it were real, where would I be?....

 

Imagine me, in a caste

Wearing a pretty, perfect dress

Imagine me, at the ballroom

If I could dance the night away

Imagine me, smiling, trying desserts  and singing songs

Imagine me, living a...

 

Happily ever after.

 

Ha! What good is it?

What is happily ever after worth if it’s only for the pretty girls

The daring knights

The fairy godmothers

The ditsy mermaids

What good does it do people like me?

 

 

People who have help Cinderella get an allowance 

People who have to help Sleeping Beauty with her insomnia 

People who make sure Snow White will eat her fruits and veggies

The real fairy godmothers, but we don’t get the credit

 

Instead they trap us in the dungeons

They hide us away

The shame of every fairy tale 

Are the ones who don’t ever get their

 

Happily ever after.

 

 

 

 

 

 

submitted by Periwinkle, age Pi, Somewhere in the stars
(May 26, 2021 - 5:58 pm)

This is so true! I love these kinds of perspective shifts!

submitted by Jaybells, age Obscure, Lost in the Universe
(May 26, 2021 - 9:00 pm)
submitted by SilverTOP, age toppp, topofmteverest
(June 1, 2021 - 12:30 pm)
submitted by TOP
(June 1, 2021 - 3:38 pm)

Eh, not great, but I haven't written in forever, so, here's mine!

Fantasy~

Sometimes…

sometimes i wonder just how 

boring our lives would be 

if we didn’t fantasize.

i mean,

can you imagine just how

sad we would be

if we didn’t dream about things that we know

will never happen?

life would be so awful if we couldn’t hopelessly

imagine ourselves

somewhere better. 

Sometimes… 

sometimes i wonder if 

life would be better if our 

fantasies were as real as we imagined.

i mean,

can you imagine just how

amazing we would feel

if we could dream and then those dreams would just

magically come true?

life would be so great if we could have our hopeless

dreams just

came true.

Sometimes…

sometimes i wonder.

---

But then again,

that’s 

just 

me

fantasizing 

 

submitted by Spellbound , age 12, nowhere to be found
(June 3, 2021 - 9:27 am)

Make-believe

I've been told

that real life is always less exciting

than things that you imagine,

that are growing, blooming, thriving.

The literal world is always more happy,

With figurative sprinkled throughout.

For what would our drab world be

Without fantasy that authors never doubt?

What would a story be

Without a little pizazz?

Whether characters with funny jokes or a forest filled with jazz?

Maybe, just maybe

If not for the world we call true, 

The fantasy and all the dreams,

Are what we owe to 

Real.

 

submitted by Milly Sunstar, age 12, Diagon Alley
(June 7, 2021 - 12:02 pm)
submitted by TOP
(June 7, 2021 - 3:40 pm)