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)
wow, thank you so much! your feedback always means a lot, luna-starr. I appreciate how much thought you put into your judging! the next theme is fragile, and I will judge on june 2. looking forward to reading everyone's work <3
(May 19, 2024 - 11:30 pm)
So much congratulations peppermint wow your poem was amazing!!!! Actually, everyone's poems were amazing!!!!!!!!! And tysm Luna-Starr for judging, it feels like you put so much time and effort into your feedback, and it means so much!!!! Also it's great seeing all your interpretations of all the poems and thank you bc you've sorta just changed my outlook on poetry that I've had forever that the best poems are the ones written quickly with all your feelings showing and no thoughts put onto the paper -- just emotion. I think you're right though that poems with deliberate word choice are so much more impactful because of that and stuff, so thank you for that insight. And also maybe analyzing isn't so bad if you do it the way you're doing, taking meanings and interpreting... :p so I'll stop complaining when we have to do it in school.
Btw @Amethyst been meaning to say, I love the location "parchment by candlelight" :D
(May 20, 2024 - 12:36 am)
Congrats Peppermint! Ty for judging Luna-Starr!
(May 20, 2024 - 3:39 pm)
Omgosh thank you!!! Your feedback is so well-thought-out and deep, and I appreciate getting second place so much <3 Congratulations to peppermint - your poem was (as I said before) absolutely amazing - and to everyone else! All the poems were so good :D
And @Celine, tysm! :)
(May 20, 2024 - 8:37 pm)
fragile flight/because nobody else will
I found myself surrounded by the crude exclamations of high schoolers who couldn’t be bothered to read more than one plaque in ten
dunked in a dizzying spiral of people more concerned with overpriced plastic souveniers than culture or knowledge
amidst pristinely manufactured glass cages and the the animals inside
I watched the taxidermied creatures so unaware and frozen in death
and I hurt all the more because they couldn’t and I sat in the middle of a busy exhibit and I read all the signs and noticed all the overlooked thoughts and I hated the preoccupied unfeeling teenagers and overhyped consumerism
and I pondered cruelty
if only because nobody else will
I pitied the hollow pufferfish and the motionless coyote and the terrified hedgehog
but most of all the butterflies with their pinned wings outstretched so close to freedom
as if I could watch them burst from the display case to leave dizzying contrails of magic
and I knew I would save them if I could
if only because nobody else will
if I could I’d carefully unpin their fragile wings and smooth out the creases
and I’d remove them from the leering public and I’d breathe reverie back into them until they could fly and I’d spin a gossamer lifeline with the nearby spider’s silk and I’d build a wall of whale bones taken from that one exhibit on the first floor and I’d shelter them and protect them and I’d hope for them beyond medicore poetry with fake promises
and together we’d break free from cold metal chains and borrow strength from each other
we would soar into a sunrise tomorrow and suck the nectar of love
and we would remember
if only because nobody else will
so I stared at those butterflies in that display case and I cried because it's never been meant to be and I captured their tiny breakable souls on the camera app in my hard corporate phone and now hours later I try to memorialize them with harsh unfeeling words about our broken society
and I’m so sorry it’s not enough
but at least I tried and at I cared
if only because maybe someone else will read this and maybe
now somebody else will.
(May 21, 2024 - 10:06 pm)
this is gorgeous in like a heartbreaking way and... I want to do something but I don't know what and I know it won't help anyway but I still want to do something just for the sake of doing something. And even if this poem isn't a real life experience I'll hold a funeral for those butterflies?? I have a place in the backyard for bug funerals to be remembered <3
(May 22, 2024 - 1:49 pm)
thanks, Celine <3 it is real; I did in fact visit a natural history museum and look at taxidermy and pinned butterflies, although I probably wouldn't have thought as much about it if not for the prompt.
(May 22, 2024 - 6:32 pm)
Fragile like all those thousands of letters
That clogged my simple,badly painted mailbox
Filled with scrawling descriptions
Of hollow apologies and weak excuses
Just like our demolished love
Annihilated to shreds with my sharpest scissors-
The ones I wish I could cut my broken heart out with
Fragile like that fancy French mirror you once bought me-
Shattered in a single strike with that seashell you gave me
At that beach,somewhere,sometime.
The shards still lay nestled my desk because
I can’t bear to let even a fragment
Of what was once happiness leave me
Unlike how you had no regrets letting me go
Even before my world, my heart, and my life broke
Fragile like summer popsicles
The ones we used to eat together, hand in hand
Savoring every last drop of tangy sweetness
While we laughed the world around us away
But good things never last forever
Because those popsicles would slowly melt away
In the fierce summer heat beating mercilessly down
Leaving only miniscule splatters in its wake
Just like how I melted slowly in your hands.
Leaving a shell of a broken girl in her broken world in your wake
Fragile like everlasting time
Seconds led to minutes, and minutes led to days
But it doesn't matter, because I could live for a thousand years
And always repeat that minute I’ve been forever stuck on,
That minute when time stopped
That minute when forever together turned into forevers-
Forevers of nightmares, of loneliness
A forever of calling your name even when you won’t come
Will never come.
Memories fade slowly…..
Even though my feelings for you won’t-and can’t.
Strong like me
You broke me, yes.
But anyone can break a girl who was already broken.
A girl whose world had already crumbled and fell at her feet.
A girl who's heart knew what was coming, even if her head tried to deny it.
A girl who is suffocating even though her lungs combust with air
A girl who is dying even though her heart beats valiantly strong
A girl whose eyes are slowly closing even though she’s wide awake
A girl who you poisoned from the inside.
A girl who would still give anything to kiss the same lips that now relentlessly torture her with words that slash out like serrated knives and sting with all the electricity of acid.
Memories fade,hearts break, but sadness is eternal.
Hands might heal,head might not
Heart won’t
Maybe I’m just naive
Or I spend too much time on wishing for the days when my biggest worries
Was if I could somehow get your attention
I might be broken or strong
But I know-
What makes you the most happy and lifts you up,what makes you feel the most love, kills you the hardest and forces you to plummet to the abyss of vengeance and sadness.
Just like you.
(May 22, 2024 - 4:30 pm)
fragile
the moment when you
curl up with a new book and
don't know if the world will be yours
something that becomes another escape
another memory or
if something equally cruel will shatter
this one moment
fragile
nestling a seed into a fold of dirt
a promise of life
scattering raindrops over
it and whispering
i love you and hoping it to
life, that the promise is
kept
fragile
a fluttering heartbeat of
time between two equally powerful
forces when a being is wavering between them
and it isn't going to
win back but
maybe somehow it conquers the
odds and wins through
fragile
realizing something that should have been
obvious all along but never was
until this
second that can never
come again but it doesn't have to
because it's
already changed your life
fragile
the shattering of
crystal dreams with a sound of broken
shards hitting the unsteady floor
a sound of broken
shards piercing your heart with
a sound of impossibility and
the knowledge that
the fractals are irreplaceable and you'll
never piece them together again
fragile
but overpowering and maybe
unstoppable
(May 27, 2024 - 4:54 pm)
My friend wrote me the other day
And asked me how I was doing
And I replied that I was
Doing okay, because
I've never said anything else.
My mom tucked me in yesterday night
And asked how was my day
And I said that it was
Good, because all my days
Have always been consistent.
I wondered to myself,
This morning, laying in bed, staring at
The ceiling as if it was sky, wondering if I was really
Fine, and I reassured myself that
I can handle anything that comes my way, that I'm strong, that I
Am fine...
So why do I always feel so broken?
~~
i think i'm
fragile
just one step away from the cliff edge
one step from breaking
i think i'm
fragile; i can see it now
all the precious glass lies i held in my hands;
but i stumbled on a rock
and they shattered, leaving
blood in their place -- oh
i think i'm fragile and i keep holding on to
the clouds in the blue sky
the sky that is just plaster ceiling
i think i'm
fragile
but maybe if i keep telling myself that i'm not,
it will come true--
maybe if i keep patching my broken up with
tape and glue, it'll finally
stick
~~
My dad called me the other day
And asked me how I was doing,
And I said I was
Doing okay, because
How could I be anything else?
(May 28, 2024 - 2:52 am)
Edited version, please judge off of this one, and also yes, it's all one poem :)
My friend wrote me the other day
And asked me how I was doing
And I replied that I was
Doing okay, because
I've never said anything else.
My mom tucked me in yesterday night
And asked how was my day
And I said that it was
Good, because all my days
Have always been consistent.
I wondered to myself,
This morning, laying in bed, staring at
The ceiling as if it were sky, wondering if I was really
Fine, and I reassured myself that
I can handle anything that comes my way, that I'm strong, that I
Am fine...
So why do I always feel so broken?
~~
i think i'm
fragile
just one step away from the cliff edge
one step from breaking
i think i'm
fragile; i can see it now
all the precious glass lies i held in my hands;
but i stumbled on a rock
and they shattered, leaving
blood in their place -- oh
i think i'm fragile and i keep holding on to
the clouds in the blue sky
the sky that is just plaster ceiling
i think i'm
fragile
but maybe if i keep telling myself that i'm not,
it will come true--
maybe if i keep patching my broken up with
tape and glue, it'll finally
stick
~~
My dad called me the other day
And asked me how I was,
And I said I was
Okay, because
How could I be anything else?
(May 28, 2024 - 10:38 am)
Fraigile,
torn buttterfly wings.
beautiful.
broken.
Fragile,
a piece of shredded paper.
blank and useless.
dull and plian.
Fragile,
a shard broken glass,
splinterd.
broken.
Unfixable.
Fragile
on the outside.
on the inside,
a glimmer of a person,
trying to be seen.
The person that is
tired of being overlooked.
tired of being judged,
tired of being mistreated,
tired of this evil world and its wicked ways.
But mostly,
tired of being tired,
tired of being ashamed
for who they are.
tired of hiding
themselves.
Who says fragile is weak?
Fragile,
the butterfly
with mended wings,
stuggiling to fly,
falling,
but getting up.
Seeing freedom.
Fragile,
the delicate parts
of the torn paper,
ugly.
Glued together
to make a collage.
Beautiful.
Fragile,
the shard of splinterd glass.
piced together.
whole again.
not perfect,
but
enough.
Fragile,
Ugly, delicate, weak.
Failing, not enough.
unfixable. inperfect.
Fragile,
Broken but beautiful.
Trying, helping.
Falling, but getting back
up.
learning, growing.
Fragile is broken and beautiful.
Fragile is enough.
(May 28, 2024 - 6:54 pm)
Next could you do a contest on war/pain? Thanks! I love these contests.
I'll pass your request on to the editors.
Admin
(May 28, 2024 - 7:00 pm)
Love it sis!
(May 28, 2024 - 7:40 pm)
What is fragile?
It's what they call me.
weak.
useless.
What is fragile?
Is it the person they see?
delicate,
incapable.
small.
quiet.
Or is it the person inside?
weak bones,
bad muscles.
broken body.
Or is it the person hiding, deep down there,
somewhere?
the one who cares,
who laughs, and sings.
Who cries and dances in the summer rain?
Fragile is what they call me,
but does fragile define me,
does a word say what I can think
or what I can
or can't
do?
Or is fragile
the me
inside?
(May 29, 2024 - 4:03 pm)