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)
submitted by Deadline today, age Pied Piper, judging tomorrow!
(May 7, 2017 - 11:13 am)

The Dream

I go to the beach and find

That shells are everywhere

With a closer look I find

They are all sprouting hair.

Pink, orange, yellow, green,

I wonder what all this can mean.

Suddenly they all grow legs 

And the tallest jumps over to me.

"Look" it says.

And I see.

The sea is yellow, the sand is green.

The sky is orange with a purple sheen.

Then the shell starts shaking me

And I wake up the find

That it's just a dream.


The poem focuses more on one dream then dreams in general, I hope that's okay? Also, I'm sorry I'm late. I kept forgetting to post.

submitted by Fireburst
(May 8, 2017 - 1:19 pm)

Well, I'm a day late, but since you haven't judged yet...

I remember when you first asked me

“What do you want to do when you grow up, darling?”

Back in the first grade

Expecting something normal

A firefighter

An astronaut

Or, at the very least,

A ballerina.

And I smiled at you

With my innocent, shining eyes

And I told you I wanted to write stories.

“That’s nice, dear.”

I didn’t hear

The surprise in your voice.


When in the fifth grade,

We were going around in a circle

“What do you want to be when you grow up, children?”

Listening to the normal answers

A police officer

A teacher

Or, at the very least,

A super model.

I said I wanted to be a writer

To make up universes from my fingers

And travel through time with the aid of a pencil.

“Wow, that’s quite ambitious.”

I didn’t notice

The note of sarcasm in your voice.


That day in eighth grade

We were sitting at the dinner table

“What do you want to be when you grow up, sweetie?”

The normal answers on the tip of your tongue

“A lawyer?”

“A doctor?”

“A software developer?”

And I told you I wanted to major in English

Learn to analyze works of the great masters

And to write with the lightness of a butterfly

And then, I’d become a teacher

Introduce others to these mystical worlds

And write on the side

Beautiful stories I’d publish and share with others.

And you shook your head,

And smiled

While you crushed my dreams beneath your heel.

“You can’t be an English Major!

They don’t earn enough money.

That’s a hobby, not a profession,


And then you added

As if it would make your worlds

Sting any less

Or mend my heart a little

“You have plenty of time

To decide.”


And now, a month ago

You asked me

As if you didn’t remember

How you ripped up my dreams with your own hands

“What do you want to be when you grow up, honey?”

I looked you in the eye

And I smiled.

As I told the lie.

The white lie.


The red, spotted, evil, and mean lie

The fake lie

That broke my heart even further.

I don’t know yet.

I have plenty of time to decide.

You looked at me, 

And you smiled.

For you could only be satisfied

If my little dream were destroyed.





submitted by Booksy Owly
(May 8, 2017 - 10:23 pm)

Oh, Booksy--that's beautiful! I love it!

submitted by Leafpool
(May 9, 2017 - 1:40 pm)

Wow, Booksy. . . that was amazing. . . I related to this so much. 

submitted by September
(May 9, 2017 - 5:48 pm)

Thanks so much, you guys! *hugs* Yeah, deeefinetly not based off of personal experience. Not at aaaaall. *sighs*

submitted by Booksy Owly
(May 9, 2017 - 8:02 pm)

Oh nooooo, this poem makes me want to cry. I don't like it when people base career options on money, they're basically giving it more worth than happiness :( This is a great poem, Booksy!

submitted by Bluebird
(May 10, 2017 - 5:11 pm)

Could I join the next round? I was in a poetry contest, but it died, and I'm sad :(.  

submitted by Leafmist, the speed force
(May 10, 2017 - 7:49 am)

AH! Sorry for being late! Those who posted poems after the deadline but before now, don't worry I included you in the judging (which was really hard because all your poems are so great)! After much pondering, here's the results:

Honourable Mention: September!
Your premise is really cool and very original! I like the tone of your poem, it feels like the speaking character has a definite personality – tired of being asked about their dreams by the “you” character, and determined to find a way to show how their dreaming experience is just as good as the others. It's so true that sometimes the most vivid part of a dream is indescribable, more of a feeling than a story. I love the description in last verse/stanza:

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.

Third Place: Rosebud!
I didn't quite get the message you said you were aiming for from the poem, I wasn't sure which side of the mirror you were on and if the window was related to that. But then again, the uncertainty about that makes it more dreamlike, and I absolutely love the rhythm of your lines and the beautiful imagery of your words! Especially the lines:

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.


Second Place: Booksy Owly!
I love it! The story of your poem is so beautiful and sad (and definitely, absolutely relatable...). I especially love the wonderful imagery you use when the character describes being a writer. This part of the poem spoke to me especially:

And to write with the lightness of a butterfly
And then, I’d become a teacher
Introduce others to these mystical worlds
And write on the side
Beautiful stories I’d publish and share with others.
And you shook your head,
And smiled possible
While you crushed my dreams beneath your heel.


First Place: Bluebird!
Oh my goodness it's so beautiful! I love the way you break up the lines and the rhythm and feel of your words – it feels like it could be a spoken-word poem or even lyrics to a song. And I like how no capital letters (except for Coke, which makes me think of a Norman Rockwell painting and that adds to the feel of your poem too) makes it look as light and sunny as the images you convey. I can't really pick out any one line from the rest, they all fit together so well, but I do especially like this bit:

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-

Bluebird, you're the new judge - let us know your theme and deadline!

submitted by Pied Piper
(May 11, 2017 - 12:27 pm)

Squeee second! Yays! Congrats, to everyone! Bluebird, you definetly deserved it. I can't wait to see what theme you come up with!

submitted by Booksy Owly
(May 11, 2017 - 6:01 pm)

Congratulations, everyone, and thank you, Pied Piper! I have to think of a good theme now! Let's see, we've had stars, change, and dreams... 

My theme will be only this- 'The End'. I think it can be taken a lot of different ways- you could write about the end of the world, the end of a relationship, the end of a season, an end that is actually a beginning, the end of a book, the end of a civilization, etc, or even just use the words 'The End' somewhere in your poem. 

The deadline is May 27, about two weeks. I can't wait to read your poems!


submitted by Bluebird
(May 11, 2017 - 6:58 pm)

Yay, thanks, Pied Piper!! Congratulations to Rose Bud, Booksy, Bluebird, and everyone else who participated as welll! I loved all of your poems!!!

submitted by September
(May 11, 2017 - 8:49 pm)

This is taken from something written by Leigh Bardugo (author):

"My mother is Ketterdam; she birthed me in the harbor, and my father is profit; I honor him daily."

I know Bibliophile and a couple others will recognize this! I know it's not my best, but I didn't have a lot of time. 

Brick by Brick 
My mother is Ketterdam
her streets made me 
who I am 
she took me as a child
and threw me 
into adulthood 
she let me 
lick her spoon
when she was 
done stirring up
the lost hopes and dreams
that drifted into the harbor
and I tasted revenge
My father is profit
he gave me a chance
the day I died inside
and my life truly ended
he took me 
to the edge of the world
and told me I could have it
if I started one step
at a time
so I started
brick by brick
I'll tear you down

and you will meet my end 

submitted by Rose bud, age 14 1/2
(May 12, 2017 - 8:03 pm)

AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! Another Six of Crows fan!!!!!!!  I absolutely love this, by the way!

submitted by September
(May 13, 2017 - 3:38 pm)

YAAAAY Six of Crows!!!!!! This is so cool, Rosebud!

submitted by Bibliophile
(August 15, 2017 - 6:10 pm)