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
(March 4, 2017 - 8:58 pm)
*interest is piqued*
*waits for something new to do while sketching in maths homework*
*gets lost in clouds*
(January 13, 2022 - 6:15 pm)
Sooo this was an interesting round for me. I thought about maybe going with something similar to what I've written in the past, (i think it was for the theme porcelain) about, you know, breaking, fragile, empty, that vibe. And I'm not trying to say that poems which use comparisons and words along those lines are bad, no they're quite good, in fact, and super relateable for me if you compare something broken to a person. (which i did in my previously mentioned poem) But, even though I love writing moody, relateable,long poems, I thought I might try to branch for this one. Sooo, Yeah! Here's my poem!:
Blowing glass bubbles/Your own~
glass is a wonderous thing,
blown and colored into existence
beautiful and
fragile
and everything you could want.
it's precious and
cute
and personal.
it's melded, molded, created with love and
care and
dedication
hard work to make it your own.
you take it and you blow bubbles with it,
sticky, oozing bubbles,
rainbow, clear bubbles,
floating, popping bubbles,
and you admire it.
you watch it
fly
fly
fly
soar, even,
but even your very own glass
will pop,
break,
crack.
so take your time,
create with care,
and when you're ready
you should
gently breathe it to life
and then you've made it
for you
about you
because of you.
your own beautifully blown glass.
keep it safe,
be gentle,
admire with care
for you don't wish to watch it pop,
now do you?
(January 13, 2022 - 9:55 pm)
(January 15, 2022 - 6:05 pm)
Oh I'm sorry I totally thought it was the 20th--I'll try and get it out later today or tomorrow! I'm so sorry!
(January 16, 2022 - 7:26 am)
Sorry I'm late I totally forgot! This round is a tough one. As I read over the poems I would think, "well I know what place I'd put that one in! This is easy!" And then I'd read another one and be like, "wait..." But yeah I did my best!
Honorable Mentions (in no particular order)
Pancake!
Oh, I like this! The wording is quite clever, and the way the words seem to float around on their own but also like they go together makes me feel like this poem truly is glass in words. My favorite is definitely the last stanza, especially the final line, "forever glass." It is a harsh yet beautiful reminder that the past will always be there, fragile as it was when it was the present. Amazing poem, keep writing <3
Hex!
This was a very good use of rhyme! It sounded friendly and whimsical yet smart, taking me around the world and forcing me to look a little closer at everyday things. I love the line "Cinderella's legendary slipper-clad feet" the best. The ending was quite good too. Great job, I hope to see more of your work!
Phantasmagoria!
This. This was beautiful. Just plain beautiful. Some of your best work, I'd say. The last two lines hit me hardest: As unstable as aged dynamite/Yet just as delicate as a feather fallen to earth." It feels like a metaphor that could be applied to so many things: heartbreak, fear, childhood, nostalgia, the list goes on and on. Exceptional job!
Spellbound!
This was very pretty and whimsical. The light, airy vibes made me feel like a small child (in a good way, not a condescending one, of course), young and happy and just sort of looking at the world through this merry, colorful lense, if you catch my drift. I liked the lines "sticky, oozing bubbles,/rainbow, clear bubbles,/floating, popping bubbles..." best. Very sweet and colorful! I hope to see more of your work soon!
Winners!
4th Place...
WordSong!
I know there's usually not a fourth place but there were many to choose from and I decided this one needed to get a place in the spotlight. The beginning lines are very strong: "my heart is surrounded by a/stained glass wall -/it is distorted by pictures and colors of who i used to be,/and you can never see clearly through the glass/no matter how hard you try." Simply beautiful, and very well done! I could visualize the poem very well, it gave me this confused, trapped feeling that was truly amazing. Thank you for this <3
Third place....
Jaybells!
Oh, wow. Just WOW. This is mind blowing. The metaphors work quite well. I like the beginning lines, "The world is made of glass--/Fragile balance, delicate scales,/Hearts that'll break at a breath's touch--/Snowflakes that splinter, shattering into a million pieces;" a lot. I like the way the poem acknowledges that we are fragile but also says that that is what is beautiful about us and the world. It's a very interesting perspective, and I loved it!
Second place...
Luminescence!
Well this is a mood. More than that, really. I feel like it is sort of... Not understanding exactly how you are feeling and being afraid of it and wanting to spend more time being happy, so you just shove it away. "Bottle it up," as you said. I'm quite fond of the lines, "(but it's fine, I’ll just bottle it up, until the blue-stained-glass bottle explodes to fragments/and we are all blown to bits.) What a great way to end that poem! Overall, I felt it was a rollercoaster of emotions, and I loved it!
First place (drumroll pleeeaaaaseeeee.....)
ANONYMOUS POET!
Wowo Wowo Wowo! This is sort of relatable. It's judging yourself and wanting to know what others think of you. And that's really powerful throughout the whole poem--this hopeless, confused, worried feeling. I like the lines, but if i shatter my reflections,/the glass will cut me,/won't it?/because if i stop reflecting on/other people's mirrors,/i'll stop being scared of what they think,/so i'll be myself,/and if i'm myself,/won't they hate me? That part is interesting to me because it is like not knowing what you want and feeling that all your options are bad. Amazing job! Congrats <3
(January 17, 2022 - 7:43 am)
Congratulations anonymous poet, you absolutely deserve it!
Thanks for the fourth place. <3 I'm so excited to write again for the next round!
(January 17, 2022 - 12:13 pm)
(January 17, 2022 - 3:10 pm)
Thanks so much, Periwinkle & WordSong! :) The new theme is of two minds, and I'll judge on February 1st.
(January 17, 2022 - 4:21 pm)
What do you mean by of two minds?
(January 18, 2022 - 5:25 pm)
It's an expression. To say that you're "of two minds" about something means that you have two conflicting feelings/thoughts about a decision/situation, that you're indecisive. But you don't necessarily have to stick to that concept, you could take the words in a more literal way, like WordSong did.
(January 19, 2022 - 9:34 am)
OK. thanks!
(January 19, 2022 - 1:46 pm)
Oh! I didn't know it was an expression.
(January 19, 2022 - 2:13 pm)
the pencil left behind
a day’s passed.
you left so fast and i
didn’t even get to say goodbye.
and now i’m of two minds because
on the one hand, you
left your pencil here and
i want to see you again.
but on the other-
do you want to see me?
or did you leave because i
was getting irritating?
i always wonder if you find me annoying.
a week’s passed.
i still haven’t made up my mind.
sometimes i’ll take the
pencil you left behind from its
new, hopefully temporary home
in my own pencil tin and
stare at it and wish
that you were here so i didn’t have to
make this decision.
i remember the shallow cardboard box you
stored your pencils in that was decorated
with washi tape and Sharpie, and
I wonder if you miss this one.
was it your favorite?
are you wishing right now that you had it?
are you missing it?
are you missing me?
a month’s passed.
i made my choice, or at least,
i tried to.
before i got halfway down the street,
i turned back.
your pencil was sweaty,
clenched in my palm,
and when i wiped it off
a tear fell onto it.
i think i finally realized
that you’re not coming back.
your house was empty.
there wasn’t anything in your mailbox and
your lawn was unkempt.
you left without telling me why.
a year’s passed.
i’ve moved one with my life.
i smile and i’ve made new friends.
but your pencil, now worn
and short from sharpening,
still sits in my pencil tin.
when i see it i smile,
because even though you’re gone,
and even though i miss you,
there’s good memories on that pencil,
embedded in its soft graphite
and smudged on its gray eraser.
i miss you, and i don’t think that’ll ever leave.
but when i doodle with that pencil,
i can see your face in my mind,
and i know i'll be alright.
~~
this is kinda random and I'm not sure where the prompt took me but eh i think it's okay. sorry if the formatting gets all weird.
(January 18, 2022 - 11:33 am)
I was planning to write something creepy, and I had tons of ideas, but a few minutes ago it clicked and I wrote about . . . reality. Something that's been frustrating me for a long time. I know I don't actually have two minds but sometimes it really feels like it.
there are two minds that find a home in
my body.
first there is the
mind that makes up who i
am, what i
like, what i
want to be.
second is the mind that
controls my body.
this mind runs on
brief moment of joy - seeing
her face, writing a
poem, a reply to my
comment, wholesome
videos, sad music.
this mind detests
other people and never likes
to move. it refuses to do
homework and
protests when being told to do something.
the first mind sympathizes with
my mother. she is stressed. she works
hard. she only wants us to help
a little bit.
the second mind does not. leave
me alone. i want to
have fun & forget
you even exist.
and so i stay on my computer
all day & never get anything done until
my mom comes home. the only thing
the second mind can’t stand is
eyes. watching me. so i
finally
regain control &
tears form in my eyes as i
realize
just how lazy
i’ve been today, and
every day before. but i
push the tears down &
unload the dishwasher. it’s all
i can do
before my second mind
gains control again.
(January 18, 2022 - 4:57 pm)
Sometimes
I think
We're two minds
In one body.
One has blue eyes
Fair as the sky to which her thoughts flee;
The other troubled, with salt they burn
With seawater, thrash and churn.
One has golden curls,
Loves flowyness and twirls;
While the other looks like muddy straw,
Clumsy as a chicken in a tornado on a a see-saw.
Imperfectly perfect light skin for one
While for the other it looks raw, an uncooked bun
One's voice slips out, a soft trilling tinkle,
The other's brittle, prone to tear and crinkle.
How can we be (of) the same mind?
I ask,
Afraid the answer is not mine to find
Until after I've breathed my last.
(January 19, 2022 - 3:01 pm)