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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)
(March 4, 2017 - 8:58 pm)
Untitled
Truth and lies, spilling from my pen
All that I couldn't say
Powerful words, brought together
To make something truly beautiful.
All I want
All I wish
Exploding out through a different perspective.
Sticks and stones will break my bones,
But words control my soul.
Words bursting out in sudden inspiration,
Everything alright in the end.
I write, I write,
I choose what to feel,
With words,
I am free.
(Boo says bbib. You want a bib?)
(August 14, 2018 - 2:01 pm)
Top! Please.
(August 21, 2018 - 6:53 am)
Sorry this is so much later. I havn't had time to get on cricket lately. Thank you so much Leafpool! and congrats to Cansandra the First and Esthelle. Both of yours were amazing, as were everyone else's.
(August 23, 2018 - 3:30 pm)
Oh nooo! I didn't realize the deadline was so soon.
*Dashes off frantically*
(August 24, 2018 - 12:30 pm)
Untitled
By Black Alley
Past
Written on a page
Telling
Where we went wrong
How to do better
Feelings
Poured from the soul
Into ink
Onto paper
To be read by the world
Tears
Shed for loss
Mixed with lead
Smeared together
Creating a masterpiece
Joy
Silently rejoiced
By the world
As one
Through a single line
Pieces of everyone
Everything
Written in ink
Lead
Live on
Longer than you
Longer than this world
To be read
By a new world
The future
Sharing your past
Feelings
Tears
Joys
Just the same
(August 24, 2018 - 10:08 pm)
Top! I'll try to post soon.
(August 25, 2018 - 2:10 pm)
They say
Words were invented
Four score and seven years ago-and a bit
Before that- well, you know
That companiable silence where it feels like your hearts are speaking
Instead of your mouths, or fingers, or pens.
Silence upon shadow, paintbrush upon stone.
They say
Mistakes make us human.
They’re wrong- or lying.
Words are what make us human and echo in our soul.
I wonder
what it would be like
to be animal for a day.
(August 25, 2018 - 3:12 pm)
Ah. Well, then you can judge whichever one you like. Everyone else is writing such exellent poems! Great job, maybe I'll have to submit a third.
(August 25, 2018 - 6:39 pm)
I'm extending the deadline until the weekend, thanks to Homeowork Demands. And maybe we'll get a few more entries, too.
(August 27, 2018 - 1:34 pm)
(September 9, 2018 - 11:34 am)
Are you judging?...
(September 12, 2018 - 6:19 pm)
It is utterly shameful and inexcusable that I have neglected this for so long. I offer no pointlessly belated apologies. Just the results.
Honorable Mention: Soren Infinity! I appreciated your depiction of writing as a deeply personal experience, allowing for the expression of inexpressables. Jolly good!
3rd: Black Alley! The preservation of man's misshapen memoirs is one of the driving forces of writing. The channeling and sharing of human emotions is another. You capture both. Well done!
2nd: Shy Peacock! Your poem is deliciously "meta." Rather than describing the metaphors within your head as dynamic and tangible, you realize them via dynamically tangible metaphor. This 3-dimensionalizes the writing process. Right ho!
1st: Blue Moon. Your poem's easy style and structure weaves a deep and simple insight into the ageless relationship betweeen humanity and words. You're right. Mistakes don't define us. We are made of words-- words uttered in the void before time began, breathing forth that same time like a flowering vine, and life, and human souls. Our own words, sprung from the inborn, living desire of every individual to create new life of our own. Words we share-- concepts and emotions that may or may not survive the commute of expression unchanged, but hold us together nonetheless, united in the universal need for language, a way to reach out. Our place inside our cosmos, among our people, within ourselves. This did exactly what a poem is meant to do. Thank you!
(November 26, 2018 - 4:52 pm)
Let's try my hand at necromancy. TOP!
(November 26, 2018 - 4:53 pm)
*deep breath* TOPPITY TOPPITY TOPPITY TOPPITY TOP!!! *ahem* Please.
(November 27, 2018 - 1:03 pm)
Ooh! Esthelle! *Flying tackle hug to Esthelle* Congratulations, everybody! I hope we can bring this thread back to life.
(November 27, 2018 - 4:53 pm)