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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)
Yay! Second place! Congrats, September! So, what's the new theme?
(February 17, 2018 - 7:11 pm)
Oh my gosh, thank you so much! I really loved this theme! And congratulations to everyone who participated, your poems were awesome!
(February 17, 2018 - 9:18 pm)
I know y'all are excited for the next poetry contest theme, so I thought I'd get it out to y'all as soon as possible:
The next deadline is March 3rd, and the new theme is. . .
*drumroll, please. . .*
Futures!
I want you to write about the future; where you see yourself in 20 years, maybe where you see the world. What's changed?
(February 17, 2018 - 9:34 pm)
I was going to try to put my poem in here, but then I realized the formatting wasn't going to work, so I'll attach an image. If you can't read that, the words are:
Future; This school; That school; This job; That job; Live here; Live there; Wait; Why?; Am I?; Thinking about this now??; Why?; Can't I?; Hold it off till the; Future?
(February 18, 2018 - 11:53 am)
Bright and Shining
When I think about the future
bright
and
shining
I smile but I also worry
Where will I be
when the years have gone by?
Sometimes I imagine
burning visions of what will happen
they keep me up at night
dreams of a world filled with hate.
But if everyone just did one good thing
every day and every week
If everyone just tried their best
to love instead of hate
then I would look at the future
and not worry about a thing
no I would rush to meet my future
bright
and
shining.
(February 18, 2018 - 2:37 pm)
I think I can relate to this theme, seeing as I am going to high school next year and I'm prey scared as far as choosing classes goes.
High School
So.
Eighth-grade day is coming up soon.
Questions swirl around my head
"What elective do you want?"
"I'm gonna do 1-6, what about you?"
"What language class are you going to take?"
I try to answer
But the only thing I say is
"I don't know."
We got the packet last friday.
It's due March 3.
I'm scared to read the electives
I want to take art
I don't want to give up choir
I don't want to wake up at 5:30
I want 7 classes
What descisions will I have to make
What will I have to give up
In the future?
(February 18, 2018 - 4:48 pm)
The Future:
The future.
All of your hopes,
Dreams,
And wishes.
The future.
Choices,
Showing who you are,
What you want.
The future.
Twinkling tantalizingly,
Just out of reach,
Our paths chosen.
The future.
It's what you make it,
what you choose,
What you value above all.
The future.
(February 18, 2018 - 8:58 pm)
Can I join in this contest?? I'll post a poem soon.
(February 19, 2018 - 1:10 pm)
Of course! Anyone can join at any time!
(February 19, 2018 - 9:09 pm)
Totally! Anyone can join at any point, and your poems will be very welcome!
(February 19, 2018 - 11:05 pm)
(February 27, 2018 - 12:01 am)
AGH! *Scrambles wildly for pen and paper* Why didn't I see this? AGH!
(March 1, 2018 - 10:34 am)
I think judging's tomorrow! Let's hurry up, Dandelion and Leafpool!
(March 2, 2018 - 12:37 pm)
i. maybe someday we'll sit together and watch the sunset, hands and hearts entwined, hearts and hands
maybe someday it'll be better, we'll forget the pain and how we were timesick, we'll forget it together, painless
maybe someday we'll pick flowers for them, for the tears
ii. maybe someday, hands and hearts, hearts and hands
maybe someday it'll all be gone, but we'll remember
maybe someday
(March 2, 2018 - 1:30 pm)
Future
The future is wide, uncertain, messy
So many branches
Each their own story
So many choices
So many ways to reach out with our voices
Dawn, dusk, sunsest, sunrise
One day we will all
Grow old and grow wise
Each choice is its own past
Its own legacy
As we live on, choose on
Until every question is asked,
Every caged bird is free
Then we will pass on
But still live in memory.
(March 2, 2018 - 7:21 pm)