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)

Top! 4 days left!

submitted by Bluebird, TOP of the tree
(May 24, 2017 - 7:24 am)

Thanks for the prompt, this was so fun to write that the first draft was 3 pages long!

The Möbius Strip of Life

Everybody says life is a line,
comparing it to a river
flowing from a mountain glacier
gathering force, unstoppable,
sweeping ever onwards to the final destination,
soon to drown in the sea it always wished to find.
We start, we live, we end – that's it.

I'm scared of the end,
the unknown is terrifying and
how can nothingness exist when
I see so much everything around me?

How can life be a line and death its end,
beyond the line nothing but white – no,
not even white because that's still something,
how do we wrap our heads around
the concept of no-thing
in a world full of something?
The untouchable and unknowable,
the un-sense-able and nonsensical,
is it so hard to imagine
because there is no such thing as nothing?

Born from vastness and ending in vastness,
insignificance epitomized,
the river looks like a one-way road,
nothing but a path between the start and the end.
But what about the rain,
skimmed from the ocean by sunbeams
and blown back to storm down onto the land,
to find another river,
to live another life?

Everybody asks if death is an end or a beginning but
what if we're asking the wrong question?
Everything with a start must have an end,
something cannot come from nothing,
what if our metaphors are all wrong?

Maybe death isn't the end but instead
a blip of sudden change in an endlessly curving circle,
we were mist and now we are rain,
we weren't born from a vast empty nothing,
we changed so much that we are new and old at once,

What if the lines don't start or end but continue and connect,
weaving endless strands of glowing lives
swimming through a flowing loop of time that never started,
only twisted around and kept going.
A möbius strip of a universe,
an endless, startless spiralling river of new and different and beautiful,
infinitely always something,
surrounded by an encroaching darkness of nothing
conjured by our imagination –
maybe “outside” the universe really means
deeper inside the everything.

submitted by Pied Piper
(May 24, 2017 - 6:27 pm)

You just blew my mind. That was so amazing and philosophical and I sort of want to see the three page version because that was so amazing.

Sally says ggwk. Yes Sally, I am gawking at this beauty.

submitted by Epic Fangirl
(May 24, 2017 - 8:02 pm)

Are you judging soon?

submitted by Kitten @Bluebird
(May 27, 2017 - 10:31 am)

28th, tomorrow, is the judging date.

submitted by Bluebird
(May 27, 2017 - 7:36 pm)
submitted by Judging???
(May 27, 2017 - 6:15 pm)

Oh I have a good one I know im on the dead line but could you hold up a sec wile I write my poem down * kitty eyes*

submitted by Pheasantwithbooks, age 13, Horsetopia
(May 27, 2017 - 9:44 pm)


Is this blood or is this tears tricking from my eyes ,because I will cry and I will mourn till the one who started the mourning hears,

Oh all I want to do is fly from this place of pain and scorn; I want to fly away from here away from the thunder and the storm,

But where ever I go from China to L.A. the pain and suffering will find me and will stay,

Oh the one I love has gone away; gone away to the night so black; and the ones that where lovely befor have turned thier brutal backs,

Forced away by law and hate; forced away was my best mate; and now my heart mournes her leave; yes as the sun does grow hoy so does my sorrowful anger steam,

But there is one thing I must say befor the end of the day; I'll tell you the truth its hard to tell a lie; Oh wile my heart does cry and mourn its hard to say goodbye,

Dear one its hard to say goodbye... Goodbye.


I wrote this poem after my baby mule died. R.I.P Faolan R.I.P. * wipes a tear from eye*

I hope you still count this in.

<Guardian Forever> 

submitted by Pheasantwithbooks, age 13, Horsetopia
(May 27, 2017 - 10:09 pm)

I have got to say< I absolutely love your poem! It is really sad though, and I am so sorry for the loss of your sweet baby mule. 

submitted by Ashlee G., age 16, The Future
(May 27, 2017 - 11:40 pm)

Aw man was my poem supposed to have somehow someway the phrase " The End" in it? * face palm* I dont know if I have enough time to change it. Man! Ok now I really hope you accept it.

submitted by Pheasantwithbooks, age 13, Horsetopia
(May 27, 2017 - 10:14 pm)

Oh wait I do have the phrase " the end" in my poem " But there's one thing I must say before THE END of the day" ... Does that still count? * rocks back and forth nervously* 

submitted by Pheasantwithbooks, age 13, Horsetopia
(May 27, 2017 - 10:18 pm)

I'm not judging, but I'd say that would work. At least in my poem, it has "the end" somewhere in the middle like yours. So I don't think that's an issue!

Oh, and lovely poem by the way!! 

submitted by Ashlee G., age 16, The Future
(May 27, 2017 - 11:39 pm)

Thanks I consider it one of my bests but you are right, it is sad. Smile

submitted by Pheasantwithbooks, age 13, Horsetopia
(May 28, 2017 - 1:20 pm)
submitted by Are we judging today, age 16, Ashlee G.
(May 28, 2017 - 1:34 pm)

Sorry I didn't get this in until late! My grandparents are moving and it's been hectic, I apologize. Here are the results, finally:

In 3rd place: a tie between September and Booksy 

September, your poem as always was full of amazing metaphors and imagery. The way you punctuated this was really cool, and I absolutely love the title. My favorite lines are /knowledge is power, but knowledge/is also pain/; and /suffocating
sort of silence that/ fil
ls up
the room like the kind/y
ou always
try to ignore but/y
ou can
still feel it, thick and heavy/
on your
soul, you can still feel it/ These are beautiful. Great poem, September!

Booksy, your poems are better than professional writers', in my opinion. I remember someone saying that they thought Cricket/Slam poems were better than professionals, and I think that's true- your poem is so beautiful. I had to reread it a few times. I like that last part , /i see beauty in /The End/. And this is a really awesome metaphor: /Teach me, how do you
treat/ y
our life like a sprint
when everything for me is/a constant marathon?/ I absolutely love reading your work, Booksy!

In 2nd place: Epic Fangirl

Ahhh, Epic Fangirl, this is a really cool take on the theme! The last stanza really ties it together, I like the lines: The thing about sadness/is that it wouldn't exist
without happiness./J
ust like the beggining,/could not exist without/The end. Beauty and Sadness is a great title. I also love the questions in the second stanza along with the statements /Lots of things in life are like this/Beautiful/and sad./ Amazing poem, Epic!

In 1st place: Pied Piper 

Pied Piper, your poem really got me thinking. The words used and the rhythm of this are so beautiful, and I honestly love everything about it. My favorite lines are /born from vastness and ending in vastness/; and /we were mist and now we are rain,/. This is a very good metaphor for life and an awesome take on the theme. Wonderful poem!

Honorable mention: Pheasantwithbooks

(you didn't have to have 'The End' in your poem, it was just a sort of theme :) Just thought I'd let you know) Pheasant, your poem was so sad but beautiful! I like the city names in the middle and how it's in sentences, those types of poems are cool. I love your poem!

Okay, since Pied Piper already judged, do you think it's OK for Epic Fangirl to pick a theme and judge? I don't know, whatever you guys want. 


submitted by Bluebird
(May 28, 2017 - 10:06 pm)