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)

Thanks a bunch, WildWolf! <3

submitted by Periwinkle, age 14, Somewhere in the stars
(April 4, 2024 - 7:29 pm)

I don't like this one at all. It's too disjointed and i think i went too far on the disjointed line breaks and i'm bad at line breaks anyway (i write more rhyming poetry than free verse generally) and just doesn't work somehow and is very awkward. BUT. I want feedback and this will probably get some and i really want to make it work somehow because i like the content to a degree and don't want to completely redo it. So if anyone has any thoughts please let me know! just don't be mean preferably... 


the rain is a far-away snare drum, too quiet to drown

all my millions of thoughts in stagnation

and bleach

and make




and my head is infested with scribbles. they

push shove roil (and if they could

rip from my head in tear

into the distance and drown in the rain

could i make them?)


this rain, it won't stop. the clouds,

are they where they send all of the

tears i can't shed?


then this flannel is dripping with sadness. i've worn it for years

and i hate it. a scarecrow that simply hurts less than the others. it 


my wrongness in obscurity and sweat-ice and plaid

the colors of shadows and



this rain, it must pound on a wishing well 


if tears count

as coins 

i have millions


and i wish

i was enough and i wish i was

enough and i wish millions of

impossible things 

submitted by Blackfooted Bobcat
(April 4, 2024 - 9:41 pm)

sorry the formatting got messed up I think

honorable mentions (in no particular order): 

uriel—the two perspectives/type styles are cool. I like they way they have contrasting experiences but form the same conclusions, and the free-form thought/musing-like connections between the stanzas are interesting!

Moon Wolf—I like the way you split this up into sections! Everything’s so vague but with descriptive sensory details that build an experience. I also like the way you don’t end each section with a hard period, just with an open idea that culminates in your last stanza.

Celine—not totally sure which one you’re submitting? I’ll just go with the last one… I loved the way you turned a concrete memory into an idea and explained it effectively but quickly. Cool poem :D

Blackfooted Bobcat—I really like your metaphors/descriptive language. Rain as a snare-drum and scarecrows and scribbled mental energy are all such powerful images and really add to the theme. Your enjambment is also amazing! 

Third place: Peri—the development in this poem is interesting! You go from envy, jealousy, and losing friendships to self-awareness and acceptance all symbolized with a flannel. Such a good message as well. 

Second place: the indigo frog—the way you based it off The Red Wheel Barrow was really cool! I think you adapted the style and added your own descriptive language in a really effective way. Good job :) 

First place: WildWolf—I love how this poem begins and ends in an almost identical way, but with slightly different connotations/implications. I also like the flowing feel of it because it totally fits the vague, musing feel. You’re the next judge!

submitted by Woodwind, age he/they, echo chamber of solitude
(April 5, 2024 - 2:43 pm)

congrats WildWolf! your poem was amazing!

submitted by Moon Wolf, age lunars, A Celestial Sky
(April 5, 2024 - 5:02 pm)

Congrats WildWolf, and everyone really!! Everyone's poems were amazing!!!!!! And thanks for judging @Woodwind! I honestly wasn't certain which poem I was submitting either, I forgot to add that you should pick... you did anyways though, so it's fine :)

btw @Blackfooted Bobcat, I'm writing some feedback for you, but love your poem so much btw!! :)

ahh no way Feiya is advertising that website design thingy (website? Company?) which I won't say the name of but which is sO aNnOyInG 'cuz of all the ads too?!?? 

submitted by CelineBurning Bright, age As Needed, The FireMist Sea
(April 5, 2024 - 5:41 pm)

Thanks so much! I really look forward to your feedback whenever you get it done :D

submitted by Bobcat@CelineBB, age Swan Lake!, Blackfooted Bobcat
(April 6, 2024 - 5:19 pm)
submitted by judging! - Woodwind
(April 5, 2024 - 2:43 pm)

Oh my goodness!! Tysm woodwind!! You don't know how much that means to me! And congrats everyone, all the poetry was AMAZING. I'll post the prompt tomorrow :) 

submitted by WildWolf, age Wolf years, The deep dark woods
(April 5, 2024 - 9:18 pm)

So sorry guys, I needed up having a really busy weekend and never got around to posting the next theme. The new prompt is Twighlight, and I'll be judging on April 21. Can't wait to read your poems!

submitted by WildWolf, age 14 sleeps!, She/Her
(April 7, 2024 - 10:38 pm)

Ok... I sorta gave up on this but Ig here are the shambles?


Ok, I'll try my best to give feedback here bc you're always so amazing at doing that for others, but no guarantees :)

first of all, in my opinion I think the line breaks are great! I think the disjointed-ness really works well with the content and stuff/is relevant so it's fine, and it reads well too. Which, btw, this is an awesome poem!!!! You're descriptions are so perfect as always, and you capture emotions so idk descriptively (yes I already said this but I have to mention it again I'm kinda in love with your descriptions) and honestly, and I lovee your lack of commas in "push shove roil", I really feel like your words are acting out your words if that makes sense?? So cool! Ofc, someone else might come along and give much better advice on this, or you may come up with it yourself later on, but yep that's my opinion Ig :) 

um btw I'm assuming that when you say "rip from my head in tear" you mean "rip from my head and tear"?? I could be wrong though. :) but ok sorry this has all been praise so far not really constructive critiscm... Ig it might be good if you could word the bolded so it's more clear bc rn I'm reading the first bold as sorta sounding like the scribbles tearing themselves from your head, and then the second bold I'm reading as you tearing the scribbles from your head, so basically the whole thing is like "and if the scribbles could tear from of my head on their own could I make them?", which is a bit confusing, even though I see what you're saying:

and my head is infested with scribbles. they

push shove roil (and if they could

rip from my head in tear

into the distance and drown in the rain

could i make them?)


I think the only other feedback I have here is that more punctuation, especially in the below part, might make it easier to read/understand (unless the no punctuation is purposeful):

and i hate it. a scarecrow that simply hurts less than the others. it 


my wrongness in obscurity and sweat-ice and plaid (for ex: like maybe a semicolon here?)

the colors of shadows and



but yeah! Do with this what you want; take it with a grain of salt if you'd like, you prob should; thank you!

submitted by Celine@Bobcat, <3
(April 10, 2024 - 12:59 am)

Topping with a heads-up—5 days till judging time! Please get your poems in! :)

submitted by WildWolf, age Just a rem, inder! And plz top :)
(April 16, 2024 - 10:09 am)

I don't really like this but:

And in the garden in

The twilight 

The flower blooms.

She blooms in all of her indigo,


Sea-in-the-evening beauty.

She knows the world will go on

Even if she blooms 


She knows how to 

Carry on.

She knows 

That even if

No-one besides the moon 

And the stars

See her,

She will be seen.

In the twilight,

The sky paints

A color only 

The sky

Can paint.




Of twilight. 

submitted by AvaraStar, age Elven, Mines of Moria
(April 16, 2024 - 12:38 pm)

This is a bit of a jumbled, pushed-together poem:


Shadows come alive

At twilight.


I’m burning

Burning away slowly

Bit by bit, I am

Fading to dust—


Dust to dust

I am again

Where I came from


You promised—

That you would

Stay with me—


Remember what

You said to me?

Shadows come alive

At twilight—


Will we not ever

Meet again?

You promised—


All promises

Cannot be kept

But this one I

Really will try—


Remember the ethereal

Color of twilight

The stars abundant

Like the sparkle in your eyes

The glow of your smile

In the moon


“I shall meet you again

At twilight.”

submitted by Moon Wolf, age lunars, A Celestial Sky
(April 16, 2024 - 6:30 pm)

Twilite Showers

Pitter patter,

Goes the rain,

As the moon,

Comes again,

Darkness falls,

On the earth again,

The only sound,

Is crickets chirping,

The only movement,

Is the river gurgling,

Everything is pitch black,

Until the sun comes back. 


Hope you like it! 

submitted by Ayles C., age 13, Colorado
(April 19, 2024 - 12:43 pm)

LOL when I reread my poem it sounds like a song.

submitted by Ayles C., age 13, Colorado
(April 20, 2024 - 2:46 pm)