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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)
topppppppp!!!!!
(June 11, 2020 - 7:39 pm)
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(June 13, 2020 - 11:22 am)
Okay, since no has entered yet, I'm extending the deadline to the 27. Sound good? Please enter.
(June 15, 2020 - 8:02 am)
Oh! Well, I'm fine with you extending the deadline, but I was just planning on writing my poem closer to the 20th. In my experience, lots of the poems get written just before they're due.
(June 15, 2020 - 12:27 pm)
Thanks for telling me, kitten. I don't think we need the extension then. Thanks everyone for entering!
(June 19, 2020 - 8:39 am)
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Shadow
A shadow is
An interception of light
It darkens
It hides
A shadow is
A relief of toil
It cools
It sleeps
A shadow is
A glimpse of truth
It proves mortality
Existence
A shadow is
A time and season
It moves
It changes
A shadow is
A dark era
A passing illness
A wave of sadness
A temporary doubt
A bad day
A crushing moment
But a shadow is dark, not Dark
It’s gray, not black
It indicates the presence of light, not the absence
And as the sun takes its course
In its unchanging orbit
The shadows bend to its will
They shift and fade around us
As our troubles and fear
Are fleeting
And hope rises with us
As we meet the sun again
Because without Dark
Light could not be named
Without Despair
Hope could not victor
And without the shadows
We would never be so grateful for the sun~
(June 16, 2020 - 2:33 pm)
*dies from talent*
(June 19, 2020 - 8:48 am)
*dies from flattery*
(June 19, 2020 - 11:54 am)
*rushes to the Emergency Room with everyone in a van in an attempt to stop the death from fluff*
(August 21, 2020 - 2:58 pm)
They say ghosts
And shadows
Are the scariest
Things out there,
But are ghosts not
People who
Have been wronged
And forgotten?
Are shadows not
A younger twin,
Longing for affection?
Only to be trampled upon
Until night has
come, when
Fears engulf
One
Along with
The bitter indignance
Of the overlooked and lonesome
Shadow.
Are humans not
More of a monster
Than those they see in
There own darkened reflections?
(June 17, 2020 - 11:03 am)
I wrote a poem that has to do with shadows and then saw this and I think it's goodish (?) and at the very least I want some feedback, but I don't know if I can join because I haven't before. Can I join or not?
(June 18, 2020 - 10:17 am)
Of course! Everyone's welcome to join, whether you've participated before or not.
(June 18, 2020 - 3:11 pm)
Why?
They tell you to breath.
Why?
Why should you have to inhale, when it's so much easier to just fade, fade away from the world and the pain?
Why should you have to keep pretending to be happy when you're mourning your past self and trying to welcome this new you, this shadow of yourself?
Why do they want to keep you in this prison, this place, when they know you don't want to keep existing, keep hurting?
I have a solution.
I will hide you
Tuck yourself into the shadows.
Then let go.
You relish the cool that wraps you,
The darkness that comes instantly.
You are floating away,
Drifting,
Going,
Going . . .
They give you light.
Why?
Why did you try to let go, when there are so many people here who are anchoring you to life?
Why must you have surrendered to the shadows, when the light is so much better, stronger, kinder?
Why were you so sure you had nothing left here, when there are so many things you love?
I have a solution.
I will help you.
Live in the light.
And hand on to what you have.
You love the warmth that fills you,
The light that beats in your heart.
You are here.
And you will stay.
It's not entirely about shadows, but that's what I came up with. If you can't tell, the first part in italics is the shadows speaking, and the second part is the light speaking. It's really long compared to my normal poems, too. But . . . I hope you like it!
(June 18, 2020 - 12:46 pm)
It's... odd, and not really that good really, and rather dark (sorry, pun) and very vague, and probably not what you're thinking of by "shadow," but here it is anyway. I have no idea what to call it. At the very least, it was fun to write.... By the way, the narrator only breaks the light with the stone, not anything violent, just thought I should let you know beforehand.
I halt by a corner, dust clouds by my feet
Almost the only one left on the street -
Not quite. I can only hope that we don't meet.
His eyes pierce through me. There is nothing to see
For I meld with the shadows. I only know shadows.
The light, cold and bright, is an insult to shadows.
At the clouds I quick peer; it confirms my worst fear.
The man had appeared; now the moon has appeared.
Free now, the moon's harsh light through the haze leers.
He thinks he's alone. He is wrong, he is wrong.
That sort of thought destroys people by throngs.
I always suspect that there's someone near, lurking
Suspicion that's served me - and saved me - so long.
Some sort of light cruelly severs the night
It's pointing near me, and I can't win a fight -
Not against him, in the light far from dim
And not with my heartbeat so frantic and tight -
For shadow is useless when faced with the light.
I meld with the shadow -
The light doesn't cease -
I only know shadow -
I dart behind trees -
The light, cold and bright, is an insult to shadow -
Those who like light have no prowess in shadow -
If I can harness the power of shadow -
One word haunts my mind. That word is named peace.
Before doubt can grab me, I pick up a stone
Grateful that aim's a skill I've tried to hone
The trees a small bit of a refuge do loan -
The light swings toward me. Toward it, the stone.
A crash, loud and clear - and the light disappears.
He shouts as the shadow returns to its place
And threatens whoever has dared to deface
The light. But away I have started to race
Until I am veiled in the shadow again.
His power is gone; I am safe, not for long.
I meld with the shadow. I only know shadow.
The light, cold and bright, is an insult to shadow.
If you can harness the power of shadow -
Maybe, just maybe, for once you'll be free.
(June 18, 2020 - 6:37 pm)
That was really good! I really enjoyed how it had a kind of story to it, but a very vague and poetic one at that. It flowed perfectly with the theme. My favorite part was the rhyme, the rhythm, and the repeated lines. It made it enjoyably easy to read and gave it a character of its own. Absolutely stellar, in my opinion!
(June 18, 2020 - 10:01 pm)