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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)
Oh. my. gosh. Thank you so much, Lumi!
The weird thing is, the first stanza of the poem just... came to me. That's happened several times to me, it's weird... You interpreted the poem a bit differently than I did actually (but yours makes a lot of sense), for me it was more like, you can't spend so much time looking at something you can't change, and that there are some ppl who don't have choices that you do, so you should learn from that...? Sort of like "make a move because you can, and some people can't."
I hoped it would give the ominous Snow White vibe, actually! ty again!
Ooh, Kali says "you cw" What does cw mean? You...can wait? Can't wait?
(December 26, 2020 - 12:31 pm)
You're absolutely welcome! <3
(December 27, 2020 - 12:46 pm)
I wrote this pretty much on the spot. Let's see how this goes!
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Falcon eyes
teeter on the edge
blood soaked chaos
a chorus of screams
laid out within
two dark eyes
and two perfect lips
lit from the inside,
not be the ember
of love,
but the inferno
of rage
you are my reflection
in all thousand ways
but one
your eyes are glittering,
hot and hard
my eyes, none of that,
but on the surface,
we're the same.
same arms
same legs
same head
and neck
and hands,
but our eyes,
oh,
our eyes.
when I cry,
you smile,
when i scream,
you laugh.
you're almost nowhere,
so close to nothing
just a sliver,
ust a shard,
but that's all it takes
to kill.
we move the same,
you mimicking
my every
step, and
breath, and
smile.
I lead,
making the choices,
but it's in your eyes.
you're the puppeteer.
falcon eyes,
you glitter
and slice,
stealing my soul
shard
by
shard,
until there's nothing left
but you.
(December 20, 2020 - 7:22 pm)
*gasps* That literally took my breath away. This is amazing, Snazzy!
(December 21, 2020 - 10:47 am)
Thank you so much!
(December 23, 2020 - 9:41 am)
Hi again! So, I just went around and complimented everyone's poetry in depth, so now I'm going to do yours. I know I already complimented it but I really was very unspecific and generally specific compliments mean more than unspecific ones.
Anyhoo.
~~
This was such a different take on the prompt than others have been. I've read all the poetry submitted so far and I've seen guilt, things you wish you could take back but you can't, I've seen reflections on events, I've seen reflections and mirrors in a figurative sense, but this is different.
This is someone watching themselves be taken over by someone they don't recognize anymore, this is someone watching themself become something they never even imagined. It's breathtaking, but not because of beautiful happiness, it's breathtaking because of horrifying terror. Fear is the emotion this poem brings, and fear in such away you feel as though you are the narrator, watching yourself become something that you never imagined or even saw coming.
It's a moment of truth, when you realize all is not as you thought. All is not all right... and there's no way to make it so.
It's scary, it makes you shudder, but it makes you keep reading, you need to know how this ends, if it ends, when it ends. You keep reading because, well, your poem has a ring of truth to it. All of us have looked at ourselves and wondered how we got here. All of us have looked at ourselves and said, This is not the me I am used to, the old me would never have done this, what has become of me?
All of us have felt that way wether we admit it or not and this poem just... i don't know... in a way, it shows you you aren't alone.
But it also warns you about what could happen.
*enthusiastic applause*
(I really hope that made sense XD)
(December 26, 2020 - 4:09 pm)
Wow. Thank you! You really understood that poem. And yes, you're right, it's about the bad parts of ourselves that are so small, but consume us anyway. I'm really glad you liked it (maybe not liked it... related to it?) so much. Again, thank you!
And yes, that totally made sense. ;)
(December 27, 2020 - 1:08 pm)
(December 22, 2020 - 9:58 pm)
(December 22, 2020 - 10:33 pm)
Okay, these poems are just incredible. I especially loved Luna-Starr's (like Spellbound, I also got Willow vibes), Azalea (so short and sweet), and Snazzycakes (totally agree, it took my breath away!). Anyway, here's mine!
A reflection on my 2020
2020 was a year. Everyone agrees on this. And not just a year, but A Year™.
Everyone’s going to talk about COVID, about the pandemic, about sourdough and Netflix binges and staying at home and-
No.
I don’t want to talk about the pandemic.
I want to talk about what else happened this year.
There were the protests, yes- everyone’s going to talk about those too- the Black Lives Matter protests all around the world that I didn’t participate in, that I should have participated in, and there was a strike in India recently, 250 million people, and Western news wasn’t talking about it, and I wasn’t talking about it, and I should have been talking about it.
There was an explosion in… Beirut, was it? I can’t remember where it was- I should remember where it was- where was it?
There were millions of people starving in Yemen, dying in Yemen, and I wasn’t doing anything.
Wildfires in Australia, in Oregon, in California.
People losing their homes.
People losing their jobs.
People losing their lives.
So much was wrong.
So much needed change.
So much still needs changing.
At this point, I feel like our society needs to be rebuilt from the ground up.
But we all know that’s never going to happen.
I know this is an excuse. I don’t mean to make excuses. I shouldn’t be making excuses. And yet, a part of me holds back from doing anything to make a difference
because
how can I do anything
when I can’t do everything?
(December 23, 2020 - 3:36 pm)
Oh my gosh Kitten, I feel this, I feel it so much, so hard.
I didn't do anything this year. I stayed home and stayed safe while other people died- died!- and I did nothing except listen to First Burn on repeat and write a bunch.
the content of this hit me like a punch in the gut.
It was like a wake-up call, a truth everyone seems to just ignore...
thank you.
About the actual poem, I loved the mix of poetry and prose this was: despite very clearly being poetry, it had a very prosey feel to it, which was super cool.
I love how it builds up and keeps building and then... nothing. Just drops back down. Nothing. Gives up on itself, somehow.
This took my breath away as well, and I'll be thinking about this for a really long time...
the reptition in the middle was also really powerful, and the long lines really added a sense of out of control overwhelmed-ness that really contributed to the way I could relate to it and to the way it hit me in the face.
thank you, again.
*breathes*
(December 23, 2020 - 5:43 pm)
Thank you so much!
(December 24, 2020 - 2:02 pm)
Wow, this is really exactly how I feel! I always want to help with something, but I never know what to do, and you portrayed that very well.
Also, thank you! I have this thing where if no one comments on my art/writing, everyone thinks it's bad, so that made me feel better.
(December 23, 2020 - 7:37 pm)
Everything that Luminessence said. Holy cow. This poem. Just... Wow.
(December 26, 2020 - 10:28 am)
Okay, I'll post the judging this afternoon, just so y'all know. (That's Dec 28th, right?)
(December 28, 2020 - 12:51 am)