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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)
My Mirror Image
You are my mirror image,
Opposite but same,
different but you
inexpicably
remind me
of me.
You are my mirror image
my other half-
the one I never
would have
thought I needed but I
do
You are my mirror image
You show me the things
I never could see in me
not on my own
You are my mirror image
everything I'm not
and yet
you show me everything I am
You are my mirror image
but somehow
you are more
I wonder
am I your mirror image too?
(December 15, 2020 - 7:50 pm)
I really love this one!
(December 16, 2020 - 9:26 am)
Thanks :) that actually means a lot coming from you, your poetry is incredible
(December 24, 2020 - 3:34 pm)
Aiya, I know that there are currently only three out for the newest theme (that was fast!) but goodness!!! They're already so hauntingly beautiful and hold such crisp, elusive light!
Lol, I don't know if that makes sense, but I can already tell it's going to be so difficult to judge!
(December 16, 2020 - 5:04 am)
Presenting a Rather Different Angle on the Topic of Reflection, in which I Reflect on What Happened, One Whole Year Later
perhaps it was
me
no
it was definitely me
it was all me
all my fault
i shouldn't have
done it
i shouldn't have
run
so fast
and so
far
away.
but supposing it was
you
and you were
to
blame
would you feel the same
would you toss and turn
would you feel like an impostor
in your own skin
would you wish that the world
could just
fade away
would you find yourself
staring off into space
searching for a way out
seeing what
could have happened
like it is right
in front of you
but its not
it is nowhere
all there is is
the truth
and its ugly
the most hideous thing
youve ever seen
you want to close your eyes
but you know its still there
when you wake up
it will be there
staring you in the face
and saying
remember me
here i am
it follows you around
like a shadow
that weighs ten thousand tons
or more
when you speak
its all you think of
when you dream
its all you see
and eventually it becomes
all you even think of
and it is
so enormous
that you cant
possibly think of
what the time of day is
or what you had for lunch
and you curl up into a ball
and you stay there
forever
and ever
and ever
and ever.
one day
you
come
out
of your ball
and things are different
its spring again
flowers are blooming
birds are chirping
and you realize that
the thing is
that the thing is
not so big a deal.
you move on.
but you never even felt the pain
did you.
in the words of the poet
dont you want to share the guilt?
(December 16, 2020 - 10:04 am)
Ahhhh the imagery.
This is exactly how guilt feels, this is exactly how it feels when you did something terrible you wish you never ever did but you can't exactly disappear the past.
I loved reading this poem; loved how it shows you exactly what it means- no sugarcoating. It's realizing it was all your fault and accepting it.
But then the poem takes a different turn. "but supposing it was/you/and you were/to/blame/would you feel the same"
And then the wonderful, sad, horrifying, inexplicably familiar description.
The reader doesn't know what happened, but somehow, they don't have to. You show regret and remorse and guilt and truth- the kind of truth that hurts; "the truth/and its ugly/the most hideous thing/youve ever seen/you want to close your eyes/but you know its still there"- and it comes together and you don't feel that the narrator is a bad person for whatever he, she, or they have done.
Your poem captures the essence of mistakes, actions that weren't what you meant them to be, and the irreversible, unmistakable feeling of guilt.
The imagery was so powerful, it makes you understand what the narrator is trying to show you, it makes you visualize everything going on, there literally isn't a way to ignore your words.
*applause*
That was probably very hard to understand and I'm sorry it was also probably very nonsensical XD
(December 26, 2020 - 1:41 pm)
The Haunting Reality
As I turn
And stare
Into
The silver mirror
I see
What I
Have become.
A monster
With shaggy hair
beastly eyes
yellow claws
A monster
Who's hurt others
Who's attacked
Who's a demon
And I finally see
The reality
And I
Wish
I could take
back
all
those
words.
~Nightfall
(December 16, 2020 - 2:16 pm)
*gasps*
That last stanza is incredible.
"And I/Wish/I could take/back/all/those/words."
*gasps again*
I can relate to that so much, all the times I blurted something out without thinking about it first and made someone cry inside. All the times I hurt someone by accident and I wish I could take it back but I
can't.
This is so relatable, and it perfectly embodies my regrets- things I said that I never should have.
Because actions don't speak louder than words... words ARE actions, in these cases.
(December 24, 2020 - 4:00 pm)
it's 11pm and i got this invitation from the bay window
said the stars were lookin pretty tonight
(i said yeah)
it's that kind of quiet where little noises don't feel out of place
like that car down below or the whisperin moon
(she's talkin to the stars, man i wonder what they're sayin)
the night sky, it's tired
it's bruised and broken, but the stars are what break it
yeah those specks of light shatter that glassy sea of dark
(the sky, she never complains; i wonder how she's feelin tonight)
i see myself up there, shinin off that liquid blue
the night, she's a mirror to your soul
i see a howlin coyote beggin for a higher life; he harmonizes to an old spirit's messy song
this clumsy beautiful thing is my reflection
and it's showin my way home
~~~~~
I can't decide how well I like this... any title suggestions?
(December 17, 2020 - 11:09 am)
Ooh, I'm very much getting folk vibes, as well as hints of the musical Willow, and I had a very similar idea! I'm not great at titles, but I'm thinking maybe Mirror or just something like Night Sky or even something like Bruised. I know these aren't great, but I really love the poem, Luna. <3
(December 18, 2020 - 11:02 am)
Thank you so much! <3
(December 19, 2020 - 12:46 pm)
Oh my goodness I love this one too. I'm so glad I'm not the judge this round I really couldn't choose XD
Anyways, this poem had a kind of home-y feel to it, I'm not sure why, but it seemed so comforting. Not the kind of poem that thinks it's better than you, this one welcomes you to talk to it, welcomes you to listen to it, welcomes you, period. It has bittersweet depth and the parentheses add so much to the poem.
this poem to me, seemed to be about how imperfections are what make the world beautiful:
"he harmonizes to an old spirit's messy song/this clumsy beautiful thing is my reflection"
and about all the unspoken hurts in the world:
"(the sky, she never complains; i wonder how she's feelin' tonight)"
And how not all mysteries are meant to be solved:
"(she's talkin to the stars man i wonder what they're saying)"
And it feels like home: bittersweet and beautiful, comforting and sometimes maybe just a little- just a little- mysterious.
(December 24, 2020 - 5:44 pm)
Thank you so much! I'm glad I wrote something welcoming, it would be no fun to write an awesome poem that would just intimidate all of its readers.
I basically modeled this after a typical Gregory Alan Isakov song, really; no 'g's at the end of an '-ing', random talk about space, and fun yet unconventional phrases. And in the true Isakov spirit, I wrote it not fully knowing what it's about. So I guess that's why hearing what it means to you is really great, because I wanted it to be up to you anyways. :)
It's so awesome and sweet of you to go around complimenting everyone really in-depth and with true sincerity. That's really one of the kindest things I've witnessed. It's very appreciated. <3
(Boo says knada. Whatdo you mean, "nada"?)
(December 26, 2020 - 10:20 pm)
Mirror
Lovely girl,
don't you see?
The mirror's staring
back at me.
Mesmerized,
it's all
in your mind;
You are still searching
for a place
to be.
She's stuck inside,
I've got a voice
Is she ever tired?
I have a choice.
What will you choose,
lovely girl?
The mirror's
still staring
back at me.
(December 20, 2020 - 11:04 am)
Ahhh Aza this is hauntingly beautiful I love it so muchhhhh
It's also so interpretive, this could be so many things. I'm getting a bit of Snow White vibes, but also to me at least it feels like all the times you wish you were in control and you insist to yourself you ARE in control until finally you just have to face the fact that you aren't and never were...
In contrast, the poem does seem very much under the narrator's control. It doesn't have the overwhelmed feel to it that some poems do and I think it really adds to the depth and beauty of your poem.
"The mirror's/still staring/back at me" was a part that hit me especially hard... it leaves the poem teetering on the edge of a cliff. You don't know what's going to happen next and at the same time I'm kind of dreading what's going to happen to the girl... the narrator calling her "lovely girl" gives the whole thing a really haunting feel to it.
I don't know how much sense that made but if you want me to gush more about it I absolutely can.
(December 24, 2020 - 3:21 pm)