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)

Oops, I have now read spellbound's post. XD

submitted by Phantasmagoria
(June 1, 2022 - 3:48 pm)

Theme: Rainbow (it is June after all)

Deadline: June 13

Judging: June 14

 

Have fun! 

submitted by Phantasmagoria, age never, e/en/es
(June 1, 2022 - 4:49 pm)

God said the rainbow stood for forgiveness.

For a promise that such a flood would never come again.

So why then do we drown, dressed in our rainbow garb 

In a sea of tears, some rainbows out, some peaking through,

Some hiding still for fear -- All thrown out by a cruel world.

Is it not your job, as dictated by your God to, love,

To forge kinship, be accept and to be open-minded

In order to reach and save the weak, the abused, the abandoned?

How then can you hold the most hatred towards us rainbows

That most this burden never chose?  

submitted by Jaybells, Lost in a Sea of Thoughts
(June 5, 2022 - 9:35 pm)

Note: I have a new location and age

 

Rainbow

 

Although it is just water

And some sunlight

It is beautiful

And its colors are on kites

 

At the end there is no gold

There is no treasure

Like legends told

Us as kids 

 

You cannot walk on it

But it is in sight

the colors are close

Together and very tight

 

It roams the skies

After rain

The bird flies

Right through it 

submitted by Pancake, age Fresh, On A Plate
(June 11, 2022 - 4:41 pm)

this is my poem.

Pride is a tribe,

That will never die.

 

The rainbow,

Is the guardian of the sky.

 

No matter who you are,

Or who you like.

Tis rainbow flag,

Is the one we shall fly..

 

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It's short..

submitted by Reuby Moonnight, age RIGHT NOW, I'M HERE
(June 13, 2022 - 4:24 pm)

1st place: Jaybells!

The metaphors/analogies are very descriptive. They really help put the abstract into an understandable way (while still being very . . . magical? wrong word for the seriousness tho (I'm sure you get my point XD))

2nd place: Pancake!

I like how whimsical it all seems. Can't walk on it, but you can see it and all that. Or the part where the rainbow "Roams the skies." Only thing is it seemed a little disconnected at parts? (ignore my advice if desired, lol) I love how it rhymed!

3rd place: Reuby Moonnight! (Yes! *pumps fist* I remembered your name correctly!)

I love how hopeful the message is! Everyone matters, no matter their gender or preferences! My advice for improvements is to expand a bit. (I did see you posted on the deadline, so if you only thought of it that day, I'm very impressed!) 

 

submitted by JUDGING, age never, Phantasmagoria e/en/es
(June 14, 2022 - 7:23 pm)

Wanna judge and assign the next prompt? :D

submitted by @Pancake, It's Jaybells
(June 14, 2022 - 9:26 pm)

Hello, hello. Yes, I have reappeared. I am so sorry. Here is your next prompt: Darkness/Shadow

Jugding is July 1st. I will try to remember to check back in. Also, ignore the time I posted this at.

submitted by Pancake, age Fresh, On A Plate
(June 17, 2022 - 2:51 am)

SHADOWS

Bigger they get,

Darker they get,

Sun goes down,

Smaller they get,

Smaller,

And smaller,

Then POOF!

Gone. 

 

 

Yes. It's small. But it's still good. 

 

submitted by Ayles C., age 11, Colorado
(June 19, 2022 - 4:21 pm)
Shadows follow me
into the dark,
dark,
reaches of the 
wilderness
dark dark reaches, 
breaches of
me. 
Shadows of you
shadows of your promise.
You promised. 
echoes fill my brain
shadows of the
pieces of the 
broken promise
follow me 
whereever i go.
And someday, 
the shadows will turn back
i will turn back
not to what once was
but i will turn back 
to the place 
where the shadows and I
will have our revenge. 
someday.  
submitted by Cranberry, age 14, Pantala
(June 20, 2022 - 10:54 am)

turns out July 1st is my birthday! 

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-Flashes of Darkness 

cold as ice

starless nights

driving rain

screeching pain

slithering snakes

pooling lakes

glittering fangs

and hunger pangs.

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its kinda short, but i like it! 

submitted by Darkvine
(June 20, 2022 - 11:08 am)

My first time doing the poetry contest! The inspiration of this partially came from an animated short about a yogurt overlord. No, you did not just read that. Forget I said anything.

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The darkness is coming like cloth, a thick, hazy blanket. Coming to swaddle us. Wrap us. Envelop us.

Suffocate us.

We do not protest.

In fact, we cannot wait.

The long-anticipated Ending, the Eternal Sleep, it draws nearer, and we bow down. We have suffered so long. Everything was chaos, turmoil, warped cities, twisted people. Even sleep provided no respite from the screams. 

And then The Darkness saw our wretched existence and took pity on us. With a voice like nothingness it spoke, and promised to bring us an End, that the Final Days were not far off. That it would return.

We rejoiced, tears of fear and joy at once filling decaying houses and drafty wooden shelters. There was no more need to fear. Soon, we would all be gone. 

There are worse things than the end of the world.

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A cross between poetry and the shortest story ever to be inspired by sentient yogurt. *bows*

submitted by Darkling, Hawkins, IN
(June 22, 2022 - 4:00 pm)

I applaud your talent and the places you find inspiration! I'm glad you were inspired by a certain yogurt overlord to enter because this poem is simply *chefs kiss* well done!! (love your location btw)

submitted by Spellbound, age 13 she, xe, They, lost in therapy
(June 22, 2022 - 9:40 pm)

Oh. My. Lord. :0

That is so delightfully dark and deep and semi-terrifying, yet still quite intriguing!! Indeed, the inspiration is to be applauded, but my dear sir(?)! Your execution was absolutely stunning, if not downright haunting! I would love to see more of your work, if you ever have any more spontaneous moments of odd inspiration... You most certainly have an incredible talent in this field, my dear Darkling!

(Also is it strange that every time I reply to you I feel compelled to speak like an Upper-class Victorian dude?)

submitted by Jaybells, Lost in a Moment
(June 23, 2022 - 12:37 am)

Why thank you both! I'm flattered, truly. I read the poetry threads fairly often, and have occasionally thought of posting a couple of my own; but everyone's poems are so deep and heartfelt, and mine are frankly about the most ridiculous things . . but perhaps now I shall? I'm particularly proud of the one about the chicken overlord . . .

(And the whole Victorian-era language thing is a bit contagious, maybe I should have warned you?) 

submitted by Darkling, Night Vale
(June 26, 2022 - 12:16 am)