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)
I love how elegantly everything ties together in the end~ (Also, you have a really cool username!)
(January 2, 2022 - 6:36 pm)
Thanks and thanks! It took forever to choose my username (:
(January 2, 2022 - 10:40 pm)
I'm Hex now, ignore my previous name, someone else is named Jinx. Sorry!
(January 5, 2022 - 10:05 pm)
Alright, cool. It still sounds pretty awesome!
(January 5, 2022 - 10:30 pm)
Oh my gosh thank you so much for second place Jaybells! I was not expecting that!
(January 2, 2022 - 3:00 pm)
'Course, you deserve it! <3
(January 2, 2022 - 6:39 pm)
Just as Fragile
As sharp as broken glass and just as fragile
Shatter into pieces
Slice apart the ones that oppose
Fall in a pile
Come apart even more
Dangerous to all who touch
As unstable as aged dynamite
Yet just as delicate as a feather fallen to earth
Inspired by Carve the Mark by Veronica Roth
(January 2, 2022 - 5:12 pm)
Stained Glass
my heart is surrounded by a
stained glass wall -
it is distorted by pictures and colors of who i used to be,
and you can never see clearly through the glass
no matter how hard you try.
and i’m too scared to shatter it
because i don’t want my fingers to bleed.
besides,
if you saw my heart in it’s true form,
would you not pick it up and knead it like dough?
it is already bruised from
straining to get out, to
see past its glass prison walls.
i don’t want it to fall apart any more.
(January 3, 2022 - 10:23 am)
"house of mirrors"
i'm trapped,
trapped in a house
of mirrors in my mind;
trapped
(ironically)
by my own reflections
of what i
think they think
of me.
do they think i'm strange?
(and if they think it, is it true?)
do they think i'm stupid?
(and if they think it, is it true?)
do they think i'm wrong?
(and if they think it, is it true?)
i'm trapped,
trapped in a house
of mirrors in my mind.
they surround me,
my reflections on a hundred
different people's mirrors:
will i measure up to their level of adequacy?
does his smile mask annoyance,
or is it real?
do her eyes say "friendship" or
"hostility"?
does that question mean they think
i'm wrong?
does that silence mean they hate me?
why can't i stop staring at my reflections
on their mirrors?
i'm trapped,
trapped in a house of
mirrors in my mind.
how do i get out?
(shatter me)
but if i shatter my reflections,
the glass will cut me,
won't it?
because if i stop reflecting on
other people's mirrors,
i'll stop being scared of what they think,
so i'll be myself,
and if i'm myself,
won't they hate me?
a house of mirrors; a house of glass.
glass is pretty, but so fragile
and so cruel when it's broken.
(January 3, 2022 - 6:05 pm)
Ahhh, this is so beautiful! I literally got this shivers reading this over the first time! It's so true and painfully relatable. Love your style~
(January 4, 2022 - 11:19 am)
Thank you so much <3
(January 4, 2022 - 1:39 pm)
Top please!
(January 12, 2022 - 8:12 am)
toppity
top
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tooooooooop
(January 12, 2022 - 5:52 pm)
I honestly don't love this, but it's what I have written so it's what I'm posting hah
What I Aspire To Be
I have never wanted to be like glass—
see-through & fragile. you drop glass; it shatters
doesn’t matter how beautiful it was, how many hours
the glassblower spent in sweltering rooms, head in a fiery
furnace, crafting her masterpiece… glass?
is something I aspire not to be—I am not
fragile. except I am human, and those two things are contradictions
not obvious in their impossibility and yet
a human is fragile as a mask disguises &/or hides;
without the latter the former ceases to exist in its proper state.
an infragile human has never existed, and I shall certainly not be the first—
I’m fragile in my infragility. I’ve fixed myself in a glass box, perhaps
one of being-okay and I? I’m okay
with that. I’m okay being okay because even though I know it’s
fine not to be fine I’ll leave the vulnerability to everyone else. it’s
harder to be the hero than the sidekick and I’d rather be there
than fall apart. (but you know, when you checked in
on me I fell a little bit more in love with you. I’m a sucker for
people who care about me & show it, so maybe in the end I’m just faking it.)
I do not want to be like glass but inadvertently I am. I
am usually the cause of my fall; downdowndown into the dark (I always
pull myself up again. couldn’t kill the optimist in me even if I wanted to
couldn’t break down these glass walls even if I tried. so, I’m weak,
basically.) when I fall I shatter, like all fragile things,
and the unbreakable walls of my see-through box
close in and put me back together again, good as new, seamlessly, the same
as ever. or not; maybe I’ve made invisible changes to myself—
guess we’ll never know. when glass shatters it becomes dangerous
shards of sharps and edges like knives. maybe that’s not too far from
me but I think it is, because when I fall I pull it together and go back to my
soft exterior (I’d rather be soft then sharp enough to draw blood).
I have never wanted to be like glass. But
sometimes I wish I could be; reducing the pressure to lower the chances of explosion
(but it's fine, I’ll just bottle it up, until the blue-stained-glass bottle explodes to fragments
and we are all blown to bits.)
~~
Dunno how personal this is. It is and it isn't because I do bottle it up but at the same time I've got shockingly little to bottle in the first place, because everytime I start thinking about something else I forget about whatever insecurity I was obsessing about five minutes ago---and I try not to be a cynic, though I failed a bit in this poem, so I guess this is the more cynical, pessimistic, and troubled version of me. I have no idea what I'm saying anymore ahaha
(January 12, 2022 - 9:23 pm)
I did write a poem for this theme, but it honestly really scares me so I don't think I'm going to post it.
Maybe I'll come up with something else.
(January 13, 2022 - 6:57 am)