Sorry that it took so long  

Honorable Mentions (in no particular order)

1)Celine: Both of these poems are so so so beautiful! You are a really good poet! The first poem especially. I love how you use some of the most beautiful parts of our world to show loneliness and terror. There is a foreboding but beautiful tone of this poem. The line "I was the only one who survived" takes my breath away. Somehow you've created a whole story in 7 lines. I can't tell if your second entry was one or two poems, but as one poem it makes a beautiful metaphor, showing that loneliness can come from large things, such as a lone planet but also from small things, such as an old bridge that no one uses anymore. The last stanza is full of emotion and really gives you a full view of the loneliness of a bridge. Good job!

2) Moon Wolf: This poem perfectly captures the feeling of loneliness that I'm sure everyone feels and causes everyone to feel alone with this feeling. This poem feels extremely comforting and relatable, especially because the theme in this poem is the feeling of isolation, like no one unbderstands you or what you are going through. I love "Like I am the only one/Like it was by design". These lines really bring out a feeling of a sort of acceptance that you are alone in this. 

3) Hawkstar: Wow. Where to start. I love love love the idea of seeing a different version of yourself, a happier, hopeful one and how that impacts yourself in your loneliness or misery. The openinng lines of the poem are bleak, and give you the picature of a town near the sea when a hurricane is on its way. I love how the beginning and end contrast each other, with the begining having a sort desperate feeling and the end having a calming and peaceful note to it. 

Third Place: Hex:  I love the approach you took with the idea that being alone is not loneliness. I love the line "but she is not lost, but she is found" its like people always assume that your lonely but really you just enjoy being alone. I also love the picture of a a forest, along with the beutiful words you use to describe parts of the world you've created. I can clearly picture the character you've created, how she finds comfort in the unknown.

Second Place: Poinsetta: I love how short this poem is. It's like a glimpse into the life of someone who 's heart has been broken, which is reinforced by the "desolate moor" and the "sea gulls crying". I love how you added "as if to mock my own unhappiness" l think thats a really interesting way of putting it, as these things are often associated with sadness. 

First Place: Pangolin:  Wow. Just wow. This poem blew my mind. I live in NYC, always have and I probably always will. Your poem perfectly put to words that feeling that one gets when you feel alone in a place packed fulll of people. Each line has so much emotion. I see it all play out in my head, and I associate so many memories of being in Times Sqaure alone at night and feeling lost and out of place, like non of it matters in a way that feels so wrong. I especially love your metaphor of the buildings reaching up to the gods and how they represent the people who built it. This entire poem is breathtaking. 

Ooh, this theme is so inspiring, somehow. I've already managed to write a poem based on it~

I gaze at that world

where there are no people,

no cities,

no cars, no problems.

a perfect world.

the one with new hope, new life, new promises that i want so much.

the world i long to live in...

where there's magic and laughter,

where deer roam sunlit forests

and i know the meaning of the stars,

where the sky is always blue...

i'm looking into a mirror of reality

where everything is perfect.

but it's a reflection,

not reality,

a reflection that the tiniest pebble could shatter

into a thousand scattered fragments of dreams...

so i look up

at the reality

at the cold, hard city

and catch glimpses of things i never saw before...

raindrops sparkling like jewels on the tips of leaves,

flowers opening to the sunlight,

birds singing melodies that sound like magic tunes

in the midst of the traffic's roar...

and people doing kind things

even when they're in need of kind things themselves...

the curving flight of a hawk far above the city,

and a girl finding the new hope, new life, new promises she craved.

the world isn't perfection,

but i won't ask for perfection,

i won't ask for the fragile dream i see

reflected

in the mirror's magic.

it's better to see good things that are true

than perfect things that aren't.

no more mirrors.

the world is beautiful.

Reality

I don’t look at mirrors

‘Cause they don’t reflect reality

The smooth reflecting glass

Gives a false morality

Through a mirror I see

A false version of me

One that is warped and flipped

One that isn’t who I want to be

The glass is but a shell

Of your mind’s creation

You are so much more

Than its interpretation

Reflecting

My mirror is reflecting

My bathroom wall.

It never stops to wonder

Why it is there at all.

I feel bad for it

It never reflects itself.

It always just reflects

Everybody else.

Maybe one day

I will teach it to reflect itself

But for now,

It will stay on the bathroom shelf.

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