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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)
(March 4, 2017 - 8:58 pm)
Sorry I needed to make some adjustments to my poem here's the new one!
Falling Leaves
Falling leaves scatter as the winds blow fiercely like a monster.
As I wander, a blur of orange and red fly past my face, a whirlwind of leaves.
In my amazement, a familiar scent drifts past nose.
I think to my self, mmmm the sweet smell of pumpkin pie, fall is here!
P.S @Admins can you delete my old one?
(October 6, 2022 - 5:47 pm)
FALLING
Your arms slip away,
I fall down in the depth,
That you call your heart,
Your soul,
Your life,
I wake up later,
Battered and torn,
You slipped away from me,
Flew away on wings,
Of fire,
And ice,
Falling,
Down into the depth.
Ok, this took me awhile.
(October 10, 2022 - 2:02 pm)
What is Permanent?
Just as there are beginnings
There are ends.
Life is drained daily,
Like color seeping out of a brush.
Until there is nothing left but cold
Frigid, stone cold,
And a void of silence.
Leaves age, crisping beneath your fingers
Until they are nothing more but paper
Fragile paper that falls into pieces,
Glass that shatters until there are only fragments to hold...
And then is torn from your grasp by a gust of wind
Leaving emptiness.
(October 12, 2022 - 4:37 pm)
(October 18, 2022 - 5:25 am)
SOMEONE HAS POEMS TO JUDGE!
(October 18, 2022 - 4:14 pm)
Who was judge?
(October 18, 2022 - 6:03 pm)
Jaybells...
(October 19, 2022 - 2:52 pm)
They are taking so long!
(October 19, 2022 - 8:09 pm)
Really sorry about the late-ness. I generally suck at deadlines, but it was serious this time. I literally got so sick I was in the hospital for a few days this week and I'm still recovering. Not really an excuse, but rather an explanation. That being said, I don't really feel up to my normal level of detail at the moment, but will still make sure to post individual compliments in a bit when things get better. For now, I'll just announce the winner(sorry for the gloominess and rambling, and thank you for your patience and effort):
1st Place: Reuby Moonnight
Love the imagery and aching autumnal beauty you described. Honestly, it was pretty simple, but that made it all the more gorgeous. Time to take your turn at the judging wheel :)
(October 20, 2022 - 7:46 pm)
Oh no I hope you feel better! And congrats Reuby!
(October 21, 2022 - 8:42 am)
@Jaybells: Thank you so, much. I didn't think I would get 1st palce! And I hope you feel better.
Thanks @Sterling!
The next prompt is Graveyard (Continuing the Autmn theme). I'll be judging on November 1st
(October 21, 2022 - 3:01 pm)
HAUNTED
Spooky shadows in the dark,
They somehow fill my aching heart.
Gravestones littered everywhere,
Just heard something over there.
Spooky dancing?
Ghostly howling?
Pumpkins shining?
Halloween graveyard.
(October 21, 2022 - 7:22 pm)
Top!
(October 27, 2022 - 11:12 am)
we passed a graveyard yesterday --
rows of pale headstones, angelic statuary, bouquets of flowers.
i looked at names engraved in stone and wondered who these people were:
what were their dreams? who were their best friends? what were their favorite colors?
(posthumous sonder)
it's a peculiar thing.
once upon a time, these were breathing human beings who talked & ate & went to school and work & fell in love & out of it & cried & lived,
and now (on earth, at least) they're just a name on a tombstone,
someone else's memory of a face or a voice;
casualties of time.
it makes me wonder:
when i am six feet farther from the sun, will there be people who look at my name carved in rock and wonder?
or will they pass by my grave like I have so many other people's, wrapped up in their own cares & worries & fears,
wrapped up in now &
not caring for then?
there's nothing wrong with that, i suppose.
if everyone stopped to weep at strangers' gravestones,
the world couldn't really go on as it does.
but it speaks to our fragile, temporal reality,
our concern with things that don't really matter, in the end;
our concern for life that's fleeting and sometimes terrible but always going on,
the way we sometimes ignore the legions of the buried dead around us, the constant reminders of our own earthwise mortality.
(October 27, 2022 - 4:06 pm)
Oh my gosh there are only 2 poems in right now! This is a very close call!
(October 30, 2022 - 5:40 pm)