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)

Wow, awesome! I loved writing my poem for this and I can't wait for the next theme!

Congrats September, Leafpool, and Treble Clef! Everyone's poems are beautiful!

submitted by Pied Piper
(March 29, 2017 - 9:20 pm)

Can I join for the second round?

submitted by Random Person, age 1-100, Somewhere
(March 30, 2017 - 7:24 pm)

Of course!

submitted by Booksy Owly
(March 30, 2017 - 9:16 pm)

The next theme is. . .

Change!

Whether you write about change as a verb— or about those loose coins that always seem to end up in the laundry. . .   The deadline is April 14th, midnight PST! Good luck!

submitted by NEW THEME!!!!!!
(March 30, 2017 - 11:16 pm)

Ooh, yay! *runs off to scribble*

submitted by Booksy Owly
(March 31, 2017 - 12:23 am)
submitted by NEW THEME POSTED!!!!
(March 31, 2017 - 7:21 pm)

Loose Change

Twenty-five cents

Bouncing around.

Twenty-five cents

Falling on the ground

 

A coin flips in the air

A soft "plink" emits

!Twenty-five cents to share

With as many friends you wish! 

 

My poetry isn't that good though. 

submitted by Random Person, age 1-100, Somewhere
(April 2, 2017 - 9:33 am)

I'm not sure if I did very well with this one...

Sorry about the weird font, thiswas one I wrote for school.

Shapeshifter

A man of crime met another

They stopped, stared, and  each other.

Said the first, “I wish I could change my face,

for when people see me they feel distaste.”

The other snapped his fingers and grinned,

Then he disappeared into the wind.

The first became gifted with the skill

To change his shape and size at will.

He was short and he was tall,

He was large and he was small,

But no matter how hard he tried,

He couldn’t change what was inside.

He was a thief, he was liar

He burned the innocent with fire

He wanted to change, but he could not

For he was set in the way he was taught

No matter how much he changed his skin

He did not change what was within.

He searched for the man who had ruined his life,

But the search only gave him more and more strife

After his search, he woke to find

His power was gone, it had left him behind.

The man returned to a life without crime,

And stayed that way for all of time.

 

submitted by General Waffleson, age -457, The Breakfast Kingdom!
(April 3, 2017 - 4:09 pm)

So sorry! I just realized I posted the wrong poem for the last one! SOOOO Sorry!

submitted by Destiny, age 12
(April 5, 2017 - 1:52 pm)
submitted by Top!!!!!
(April 8, 2017 - 1:37 pm)

All of your poems so far are great!! You're making the judging very hard!!!

submitted by September
(April 8, 2017 - 6:45 pm)
Change

It's magical in a way,

Full of life,

Always breathing.

People hate it.

It fills them with fear,

Turning like a wave

And coming back,

To swallow them.

It scares them,

They don't know what

It holds.

Don't know who

It will take with it

Next.

It pulls people apart,

But it brings us together.
We couldn't live with out change.
We would be caught...
In an ongoing pulse,
beating like a heart,
Full of hate.

Change.
It's beautiful,

No matter what they say.

 

~

I really liked this prompt! Very inspiring! Thank you!

 

~Silver 

submitted by Silverwaxwing
(April 9, 2017 - 8:43 pm)
submitted by DEADLINE SOON!!!!
(April 11, 2017 - 12:47 am)

Joining second round                            Falls from my pocket,                                                                                                                 like rain falling from her purse,                                                                                                     glinting on the street.   

submitted by eevee, age none, everywhere
(April 12, 2017 - 1:49 pm)

Ew. Sorry about the weird spacing is it okay if I repost it? It is the same poem, just better spacing...If not...ignore this... 

 

 

Change

It's magical in a way,

Full of life,

Always breathing.

People hate it.

It fills them with fear,

Turning like a wave

And coming back,

To swallow them.

 

It scares them,

They don't know what

It holds.

Don't know who

It will take with it

Next.

 

It pulls people apart,

But it brings us together.

We couldn't live with out change.
We would be caught...
In an ongoing pulse,
beating like a heart,
Full of hate.
Change.
It's beautiful,

No matter what they say.

 

~

I really liked this prompt! Very inspiring! Thank you!

 

~Silver 

 

submitted by Silverwaxwing
(April 12, 2017 - 6:03 pm)