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, awesome! I loved writing my poem for this and I can't wait for the next theme!
Congrats September, Leafpool, and Treble Clef! Everyone's poems are beautiful!
(March 29, 2017 - 9:20 pm)
Can I join for the second round?
(March 30, 2017 - 7:24 pm)
Of course!
(March 30, 2017 - 9:16 pm)
The next theme is. . .
Change!
Whether you write about change as a verb— or about those loose coins that always seem to end up in the laundry. . . The deadline is April 14th, midnight PST! Good luck!
(March 30, 2017 - 11:16 pm)
Ooh, yay! *runs off to scribble*
(March 31, 2017 - 12:23 am)
(March 31, 2017 - 7:21 pm)
Loose Change
Twenty-five cents
Bouncing around.
Twenty-five cents
Falling on the ground
A coin flips in the air
A soft "plink" emits
!Twenty-five cents to share
With as many friends you wish!
My poetry isn't that good though.
(April 2, 2017 - 9:33 am)
I'm not sure if I did very well with this one...
Sorry about the weird font, thiswas one I wrote for school.
Shapeshifter
A man of crime met another
They stopped, stared, and each other.
Said the first, “I wish I could change my face,
for when people see me they feel distaste.”
The other snapped his fingers and grinned,
Then he disappeared into the wind.
The first became gifted with the skill
To change his shape and size at will.
He was short and he was tall,
He was large and he was small,
But no matter how hard he tried,
He couldn’t change what was inside.
He was a thief, he was liar
He burned the innocent with fire
He wanted to change, but he could not
For he was set in the way he was taught
No matter how much he changed his skin
He did not change what was within.
He searched for the man who had ruined his life,
But the search only gave him more and more strife
After his search, he woke to find
His power was gone, it had left him behind.
The man returned to a life without crime,
And stayed that way for all of time.
(April 3, 2017 - 4:09 pm)
So sorry! I just realized I posted the wrong poem for the last one! SOOOO Sorry!
(April 5, 2017 - 1:52 pm)
(April 8, 2017 - 1:37 pm)
All of your poems so far are great!! You're making the judging very hard!!!
(April 8, 2017 - 6:45 pm)
It's magical in a way,
Full of life,
Always breathing.
People hate it.
It fills them with fear,
Turning like a wave
And coming back,
To swallow them.
It scares them,
They don't know what
It holds.
Don't know who
It will take with it
Next.
It pulls people apart,
No matter what they say.
~
I really liked this prompt! Very inspiring! Thank you!
~Silver
(April 9, 2017 - 8:43 pm)
(April 11, 2017 - 12:47 am)
Joining second round Falls from my pocket, like rain falling from her purse, glinting on the street.
(April 12, 2017 - 1:49 pm)
Ew. Sorry about the weird spacing is it okay if I repost it? It is the same poem, just better spacing...If not...ignore this...
It's magical in a way,
Full of life,
Always breathing.
People hate it.
It fills them with fear,
Turning like a wave
And coming back,
To swallow them.
It scares them,
They don't know what
It holds.
Don't know who
It will take with it
Next.
It pulls people apart,
But it brings us together.
No matter what they say.
~
I really liked this prompt! Very inspiring! Thank you!
~Silver
(April 12, 2017 - 6:03 pm)