I just wrote this poem down approximately an hour ago, but I've had the idea for a while. And Stardust, I tried to follow your advice.

It is

Visits to the beach

When the sea is clear

and 

Warm summer days when the sky is

Empty of clouds

and 

Small puddles,

Shining under the bright sunlight.

It is

Tears rolling down the face

Of a person you love

and 

Huge waves roiling,

Swallowing sailors at sea

and

A small flower, crushed

Under an angry shoe. 

blue is beckoning from every corner--

calling out as buds steadily explode into blooms,

whispering from frostbitten lips of arctic explorers who have followed her siren serenade

like ship captains used to do until they grew too old to find answers to her call

and their grandchildren looked to her sister above instead (she sung them to sleep

and they dreamed of wings, but when their eyes opened they could not see) sky had always been but mirror to sea;

winds to her tides, shamayim to her mayim, unlimited height to her infinite depths

like crystalline refractions along the horizon line

where storms are brewing crooked blue shocks worthy of god-kings (see how loud her voice can be?)

but gods are built in the image of your body, lightning in your branching electric veins, teal tides in your heartbeat, blue bronchi like the reflection of trees in each breath you take (for her call fills the air)

blue hides, and still she inspires,

lying secreted away deep under the hot desert,

sparkling from eyes in love poems

scribbled away in hard-won notes

in frost, she hides blooms and viruses and a ratio worth its weight in ultramarine,

a formula for perfect infinite spirals

for cornflowers and beryl

for a path of glowing stars, teeming with worlds like so many blue marbles,

for the shells before you;

pick one up. hold it to your ear.

can you hear

the call of the blue? 

Escape~

Surrounded.

can't escape-

mind wrapped around

you. your memory

is around, but you are not.

tears flood, pile on the 

floor, sticking together

like we used to.

puddle collects like

an ocean in a storm.

i am pulled under

the tide

can't escape-

my legs and arms

are weak from

the sadness

can't escape-

there is nowhere 

to go. i cannot

find you. icannot be 

with you. The cold

is all i feel.

a wind blows

and wraps me tightly 

as if it were

a blanket.

can't escape-

but you slipped

through my fingertips.

you escaped this

world. if only i could

be less blue.

if only i could join you. 

I made a few edits to my poem. If I post it hear would it count to the contest, or will my original poem be judged?

Ok so I'm not really a poet but let's give it a try.

BLUE is the color i feel when you turn away

from me and

don't let me say what i want to.

BLUE is the color of the sky on the day i first met you

and it is the color

of the BFF necklace you gave me.

BLUE is what i feel when i see you

prancing around or playing with your hair

and i think

where is the real you?

where is my old best friend?

now you only care about

popularity

and the boys that talk to you.

you said you would kill for my eyelashes,

and that is a problem.

because

you shouldn't be killing people

well obviously

but "pretty" isn't all that matters.

you're pretty, sure,

but why do you care?

why do you use that?

and act like all the boys are crushing on you and could only be crushing on you?

BLUE is the color the new you makes me feel

like i never learned to swim

and the depths are swallowing me,

the BLUE is a lake

of currents with shadows and depths

and your new self

is pushing me

into the BLUE

where i don't belong. 

All right! I felt inspired, so I have an entry!

All that remains

I love the blue of the sky.

Silken summer days float by

on puffy sunlit clouds

and flocks of birds are black arrows

against the gorgeous,

tangible spread of cerulean.

I love the endless arch of it

as I lie on my back

counting clouds

and tasting the heavens.

And when the sky fades

into the space that hovers

on the edge of it

the blue will be all that remains.

i love the blue of the sea.

Crisp foam crests the tips of breakers

and dark pebbles coat the bottom

as a bed of onyx beneath

the indescribable churning waters.

I love the glowing sheen

as it ripples in the sun

and the caps and crests

that catch the light in the wind.

And when the sea dries to silt

soaked up by the hot, dusty light

the blue will be all that remains.

I love the blue of your eyes.

Years and decades pass by undisturbed

under your silent, watchful gaze

and oceans swirl in your irises

drawing you underwater to your own world.

I love how they fade to green

on the outer edges

and preserve crowns of gold

that curl around your pupils.

And when your being is consigned to the darkness,

when your lashes touch for the final time--

the blue will be all that remains. 

Okay, this is the poem I want to be judged:

Visits to the beach when the

Sea is clear

and

Warm summer days when the sky is

Empty of clouds

and

Small puddles,

Shining under the bright sunlight

but-

Trears rolling down the face 

Of a person you love

and 

Huge waves roiling,

Swallowing sailors at sea

and

A small flower, crushed

Under an angry shoe

You are correct, whoever "It's Judging Day!" was. So, here is your judging. ^.^

Third place: Kitten!

I love how you used line breaks to imitate the waves of the ocean! My favorite lines are "and with each repitition, she feels a piece of her soul slide out / of her, joining the others beneath the waves". However, I kind of feel like the vibe/feel of the first few lines doesn't quite match with what I get from those lines. It was sort of a sudden change between super direct storytelling and super poetic-y imaginary. (Not sure if that's really a bad thing, more just my opinion/observation). You had a really nice ending, though, and you used the prompt very well!

Second place: Stardust!!

Wow. ^.^ I love how you personified blue. That was such a clever use of imaginary, ah. You used line breaks and word choice so effectively to illustrate these pictures in my head. I love the phrases "whispered from frostbitten lips", "teal tides in your heartbeat" and "crystalline refractions on the horizon line". It did get a little hard to follow at times (at least for me),  but it still had a clear meaning and was put together beautifully. Amazing job!

And in first place... Summer!!!

I feel like this was really the perfect representation of the prompt. I love how you used three stanzas, all telling about different things that are blue, ending with the same line; that was a really neat way to tie your whole poem together! I love the last few lines, they were just so poetic and finalizing and bittersweet and ah. You described all three things so beautifully and really brought them to life. Like Kitten said, I could read this into eternity. <3

Amazing job to all of you! You all used the prompt so differently, and it was funto read all of your different takes on it.