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)

Here's my poem! Ugg, can school just get out already? I'm so ready for warm weather.

If you guys have suggestions for a title, I'll take them! :)


i'm dreaming of summer- hot

days and cool

nights, sips of lime

soda in-between ball games. frayed

pink jean shorts and

flimsy flip flops, or no

shoes at all because we

like the dandelions that get stuck in

our toes. i'm dreaming

of sleeping with the windows

open- fireflies

flitting ever-so-softly inside, not

afraid of the dusty glass

mason jars that sit

by my bed. bubbles

floating up up up

to the sky, where we find our

own faces in the clouds.

i'm dreaming of a red gingham

picnic, the taste of

watermelon and Coke

from an old-fashioned bottle. i see

iridescent beetles and honeybees, i

hear frogs croak in the shallow

muddy water. i look toward the sky like

a sunflower-

summer's when i thrive, and i'm dreaming of

leaving winter behind. 

submitted by Bluebird
(April 25, 2017 - 6:36 pm)

May I join this round?

submitted by Leafmist
(April 26, 2017 - 2:50 pm)

May I join this round?

submitted by Fireburst
(April 26, 2017 - 4:02 pm)

Of course, go ahead, both of you!

submitted by Booksy Owly
(April 26, 2017 - 6:02 pm)


i find it rather


to remember my 

dreams— no, 

there wasn’t 

a purple zebra, no— 

i don’t remember

if you were in it 


you, however

you seem 

to be able to 


every detail of your 

dreams in perfect



such that i wonder

if it actually happened

to you— 

i wonder, 

was it not just a dream?


but i?

i can only remember 

the darkness, the 

warmth, the kind that comes

before the light

before the sounds, before

the consciousness— 

i can never remember my dreams. 

i only wake up. 

submitted by September
(April 26, 2017 - 5:35 pm)

@September- Same! I barely ever remember my dreams! I really really love your poem, especially how you broke up the lines :)

submitted by Bluebird
(April 26, 2017 - 8:27 pm)

Thank you! I loved yours too!! As for a title, the line about Coke really stood out to me, so maybe Sipping Sunshine? 

submitted by September
(April 26, 2017 - 8:45 pm)

Okay! Thank you!

submitted by Bluebird
(April 29, 2017 - 1:20 pm)


What make up dreams? 

The dreams that we follow...

The dreams that we dream,

In the dark of night.

The dreams that we seek to achieve. 


Striving to overcome the bonds

That hold us back. 

Seeking to find that which holds us back...

And break it.

Break the ties...

So that we will be free. 


So that we can look back, 

Upon what we have succeeded

And be proud.

Proud of ourselves.

Proud of our fellows. 


That we made our dreams come true. 

submitted by Silverwaxwing
(April 26, 2017 - 8:20 pm)

And I finally join on page 7. Late, late, late, how like Rose bud :) 

This poem is partially inspired by Jeremiah 29:11 and the following verses. 


I Know the Plans I Have For You 



In dreams 


I tarry by the roadside

wander in fields 


dance when 

no one is watching 


smile and laugh


taste purity 

in everything I say


separated from 



by a one-way mirror


but I look out and see myself



staring out of the window

whispering “stupid girl” 


clinging to faith 

in predestination 


waking up feels like

leaving an eternity


but really, I’m only 

leaving a cage of illusion


sometimes tears are

more freeing than smiles and laughter


because I know 

someone is watching. 




I know it's kind of unclear what is happening, but it's basically showing that what keeps me from doubting myself isn't smiles and laughter and sweet, perfect stuff, it's the times I need to cry and pray that are really and truly freeing. Should I make that more clear????

submitted by Rose bud
(April 28, 2017 - 11:09 am)
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(May 1, 2017 - 1:34 pm)
submitted by TOPPER100!!
(May 1, 2017 - 1:35 pm)
submitted by TOP!!!!!
(May 2, 2017 - 5:55 pm)
submitted by TOPTOWN!!!!!!!!
(May 2, 2017 - 7:16 pm)
submitted by Top!
(May 6, 2017 - 4:31 pm)