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)

Hi! This is the first time I've ever been on this website, but I was looking through and I saw this post and I decided to write a poem! I like haikus so that's what this is. Anyway here it is:

Change is everywhere

In life, on streets, lucky coins

Make a wish for change 


Everybody writes awesome poems! Good job!

submitted by Kitten
(April 12, 2017 - 7:08 pm)
The walls were tall and ornate, most covered in beautiful artwork. In the center stood a figure, unmasked and visible to all. Her name was the Huntmaster, but also Kitten.
Kitten’s hands were bound in front of her, and she was surrounded by a pool of darkness: the shadow monster. But as the crowd of CBers burst into the room, it disappeared, knowing that its time was over.
“Thank you all so much!” said Kitten. “The shadow monster wanted to take over the CB, starting with my carelessness. If you have made it here, you have completed my scavenger hunt, and you have done very well. If you have any questions, I’d be happy to answer them back on the original thread. To prove to me that you have read this post, say the following three words: Shadows are defeated.
“I will not be checking any of the posts or threads where I put clues, so if you put anything there, repost it on the original thread so I can see. 
“Congratulations to all of you!”
submitted by sss
(February 4, 2019 - 4:20 pm)

This got kinda long and I'm not so sure about the ending and the title, but I think it's mostly where I want it. Awesome prompt, so thank you for that!


Always Never Different

We used to have winters so cold

that the ephemeral became frozen in

and was eternal

dying and alive at the same time

not quite quantum

not quite real.

Then it would thaw

all at once

ice cracking as the earth

stretched and woke up again

ready for life to chatter and laugh

This time

the birds arrived

the green shuddered and yawned

ready to emerge

from where it slept during the long

like every time before.

Only this time

the cold wasn't so long

or as cold

as it used to be.

So it dragged on

not quite winter

not quite spring.

If a year is a day

then every morning takes longer than

as if sleep has forgotten what it used
to be

and now only hovers

in a waking daydream

unable to fall deeper

nor wake up completely.

I'm afraid


of an eternity of never-changing grey

life never waking because languid,
sweaty clouds

turn the edges of things

where life lives and changes

into a fading blur of grey nothing

never quite awake

never quite dead.

I am afraid of everlasting nothing

so I change.


submitted by Pied Piper
(April 13, 2017 - 9:58 am)

Wow, Pied Piper, your poem is amazing!

submitted by Booksy Owly
(April 14, 2017 - 7:12 pm)

Thank you! I realized after I posted it that I forgot to get rid of formatting so a few of the line breaks weren't intended, but it's not as bad as I thought it might be!

submitted by Pied Piper
(April 24, 2017 - 9:29 pm)

Falling, Falling, Falling...

I feel myself falling, falling, falling....through the depths of the world as I know it

Grasping at a tree's limbs, making wild fury as shaking of leaves fills my head with the same ruffling sound over, over, over.....

Leaves leaving all their innocence as they let go of their graceful mother, who strives to hold on no matter what the world says

They fall anyway, as all things fall, through the winds of the world with vibrant colors...because their mother taught them how to let go of their old life despite striving the opposite


Because nothing

 Can be held onto forever

                                               Can be the same

Everything has to



Nothing, can keep you from falling, falling, falling.......


submitted by Treble Clef
(April 14, 2017 - 9:49 am)

Your imagery here is beatiful, Treble Clef! My mind's eye is being swallowed in green, riffling, always-moving living leaves... I also love the five lines that are separate near the end, they feel like a perfect resolution. The very last line made me feel a bit sad so it's not my favourite, but change can be sad as well as happy and your poem reflects that well.

submitted by Pied Piper
(April 24, 2017 - 9:48 pm)

Welp, this isn't directly off of the theme, but I think it ties in, so let's see how it goes:

My Road

Blaring music

Burning sun

Your laughter ringing in my ears

Wind-tussled hair

Blue convertible VW BUG

Rainbow socks

No shoes

Singing along

To the bad song on the radio

You looked so happy

No looks 

People around you gave you

Made any difference

And I envied you

With your laughing eyes

Your breezy cheer

Even the gum that formed bubbles

Just for you

Never popping in your face

Like mine always did

And yet being there

In the passenger seat


My laughter was forceful

I hated the music

The tunes I could never remember

I blushed at their peeping eyes

And looked down at my feet

Dressed in boring white socks

With dirty old sneakers

The wind

That kissed your cheeks

Burned mine

I could not understand

Your simple happiness

No matter how much 

I wished I could

I did not belong 

On your road.


Whispering breeze

Green-spotted sunflakes

Through a patchwork of trees

Hugging me


A bendy path

No one to look at

No one to judge me


Yet ever so loud

Mingling birdsong

With the sounds of the hushed wind

And the gossiping leaves

Music to my ears

Though I can not sing along

As you could

Wandering illusions


Welcoming me to their world

Hearts intertwined

Woods and skies

Poetry spelled out

In tree bark

And clouds


Just waiting to be read

And my quiet laughter

So different from yours

Yet perfectly matching

Only one thing is off

That is, you are not here

I wish I could share this

But I understand

No matter how much

I wish you would

You do not belong here

Here, on my road.




submitted by Booksy Owly
(April 14, 2017 - 7:10 pm)

Wow! ....I don't have words.... Booksy....That was.....that was so....meaningful....beautiful....magical....AMAZING!

All these poems are AWESOME!!!!!!!!!! 

submitted by Silverwaxwing
(April 15, 2017 - 11:37 am)

Aw, thanks, Silver! That means the world to me! Your poem was great too.

submitted by Booksy Owly
(April 16, 2017 - 1:15 am)

Thanks Booksy!! That made my day!! <3

submitted by Silverwaxwing
(April 24, 2017 - 7:58 pm)

I love the imagery and the message and the words and the tone and the phrase "green-spotted sunflakes" and, well, just wow. This is so beautiful, Booksy Owly.

submitted by Pied Piper
(April 24, 2017 - 9:38 pm)

I'm a bit busy this weekend, so I'll try to post results, but I might not get them out until Monday, sorry!! 

submitted by September
(April 15, 2017 - 7:05 pm)

Keep it on the first page!!

submitted by Top
(April 18, 2017 - 6:46 pm)


submitted by Topsy Owly
(April 18, 2017 - 9:08 pm)