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 

submitted by Booksy Owly
(March 4, 2017 - 8:58 pm)

I love how elegantly everything ties together in the end~ (Also, you have a really cool username!)

submitted by Jaybells, age Obscure, Lost in the Universe
(January 2, 2022 - 6:36 pm)

Thanks and thanks! It took forever to choose my username (:

submitted by Jinx
(January 2, 2022 - 10:40 pm)

I'm Hex now, ignore my previous name, someone else is named Jinx. Sorry!

submitted by Hex, Formerly Jinx
(January 5, 2022 - 10:05 pm)

Alright, cool. It still sounds pretty awesome!

submitted by @Hex, It's Jaybells
(January 5, 2022 - 10:30 pm)

Oh my gosh thank you so much for second place Jaybells! I was not expecting that!

submitted by Cranberry, age 14, Pantala
(January 2, 2022 - 3:00 pm)

'Course, you deserve it! <3

submitted by Jaybells, age Obscure, Lost in the Universe
(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 

 

submitted by Phantasmagoria, age never, e/en/es
(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.

 

submitted by WordSong, age Forever, Under a rock
(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.

submitted by anonymous poet
(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~

submitted by Jaybells, age Obscure, Lost in the Universe
(January 4, 2022 - 11:19 am)

Thank you so much <3

submitted by anonymous poet
(January 4, 2022 - 1:39 pm)

Top please!

submitted by TOPSong, age Forever, Under a rock
(January 12, 2022 - 8:12 am)

toppity

top 

top top

top top top

tooooooooop 

submitted by Toppity top , age TOP, topperverse
(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

submitted by Luminescence, she/her, sunny side up
(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.  

submitted by Phoenix Tears, age 12 she/her, Revolutionary Grape Jelly
(January 13, 2022 - 6:57 am)