The Start

How many times do we have to this?

How many lives will we have to save?

How many choices will we do together?

How will you teach me to be brave?

I never thought,

That we would be here.

But our paths have crossed.

Is this the star of a new hero?

Or the end to the throne of evil?

All is well,

As long as we start now. 

When a rain drop soaring down from a cloud

Reaches the earth

That life is ending 

But when it falls into a roaring river

That leads to the sea

That life is just beginning

When the nest is too full

And it's time to stretch your wings

Life at home with family is done

But life filled with soaring and sky

That is just starting 

One of many on the face 

Of a flower of sun

Falling away from my old life 

And sprouting one new

Life without him is ending

It is hard, but necessary 

Because now

Life with just ME is finally beginning 

I've judged a couple times before, but I think this was my favorite time. I had so much fun reading all your poems and then writing about them. Congratulations to all of you, honestly, all of your poems were incredible. 

Honorable Mentions (as always, in no particular order)

Omygoshsecondplace! Thanks so much, Wordsong!!!!!! Everyone did such a good job with their poems!

Right, next theme, here I go. 

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The ferryman's apprentice 

Can you make out

the lantern bobbing in the night

Can you laugh at me

wave goodbye to those still standing in the light

I stride away by the side of the Styx

sorrows and joys in my mind unfixed 

Tonight the ferryman is in high demand.

the people are hurried, their souls unrested;

they want to move faster.

Their uncertain steps grow decidedly firmer.

We are all transients at the end of the day

so why make the decision, why cast life away?

But then again, I cannot say.

So I sit on the bank and lament to her-

she throws up a wispy breeze

she hushes the blazing thunder

she can bring the firmest to their knees

she can melt away every blunder 

Sunset paints the sky

the day is coming to a close

might another few hours well spent

make a difference? I suppose.

So come sit on the bank, pose your questions to the moon-

You'll find that its light follows you, even through the gloom. 

We are all passer-bys at the end of the day

so do postpone that decision, why cast life away?

Then again, I cannot say.

Please, sit on the bank and lament to her-

she weaves the misty rains

she parts the gushing rivers

she casts away all pains

she comforts every shiver.

Once you're done, tell me-

Can you make out

the lantern fading into the night

Can you laugh at me

wave goodbye to the person not standing in the light

I stride away by the side of the Styx

with sorrows and joys in my mind unfixed 

Tonight the Styx is silent and unbound

a small corner of darkness, in the light that surrounds.

Life

What is life to you?

Is it the way you turn the page of a book and take it all in?

Is it when you kick the soccer ball and score a goal during a game?

Or is it the way your friends make you laugh and smile?

Or is all of these things that make life for you?

Or is life something completely different to you?

Is it some other sport, or a hobbie, or even a person?

What is life to you?

What does it mean to you? 

As a child

I felt wild

free, had fun

got tanned in the sun

disobayed and played

pretend and reality

was a finality

As a teen

all the time I was seen

out with friends

no longer played pretend

music was on

from dusk to dawn

and quiet corners with books

to take many looks

into other worlds

As an adult 

I found love

feelings of romance was high

started a family of my

own, children that were both wild

and mild

As an old one

I dreamed of my days in the sun

thinking my life through

and of any dreams to come true

for you 

Hello! I'm Sylvazia. I'm kind of new to CBing, but here is my poem. 

Rain

Rain is life

Water seeps into our roots

and makes us grow

Though some call it sad,

and depressing,

 life can be too!

Rain seeps into our roots,

making us grow

Though some hope for warm days

Sunny, and hot days

What gives us life is the water,

those hard days where the sky is gray. 

Water makes the flowers bloom

Makes the grass green

Water fills the ocean

Where the tides swirl, by the moon’s command

Water is the rain that makes the rainbow

Water is the river that cools your toes

Water is the lake that glows green in the sunlight

Rain is water

And water is life