Summer Poetry Submission
Submission for Summer Poetry Contest is now open! Get writing, pixies and sparrowmen!
You are free to choose your own topic and format, as long as it brings out the best about summer!
Please post your submissions as a reply below this thread. Only one submission per account!
Submission deadline : 31 July 2018, 8pm EST
Cicada's Song
whispers in the night sky
loud then soft as days go by
we don't have much time so we trill melodies
piercing notes on a tender breeze
from one tree to the next
true love forms as our tunes become passionately complex
we sing each day until love stirs
never seen but always heard Edited by DelicateDeer at 2018-7-15 23:24
Interstellar
I remember
the first time
I saw stars.
I was just
a young city girl
slowly making her way
to the patio door, sliding
the glass just so,
making it seem that the sliver of space
between the door and the wall
was handcrafted for her figure.
The summer air hugged her tightly
as she made her way outside.
Her bare feet danced
upon the wooden floor, elevated
from what seemed to be lightyears above
the grass below.
The creak of a plastic chair
is familiar to her as she pulls it out,
as her world has been nothing
but plastic and concrete,
and risks untaken,
such as climbing trees,
for falling would leave you
in the cold grasp
of brick.
The girl goes to take a seat, yet
as she stands, she observes
the ballet of the fireflies,
their pirouettes taking them higher
and higher,
'till they're nearly tickling the trees,
and brushing against her hand.
She becomes mesmerized,
as her aunt's backyard
is now the lightning bugs' theatre.
A lightshow of bioluminesence
surrounds her,
as the dozens upon dozens
continue to dance into the night.
Then, she sees it,
A clear sky, to her
it is something out of movies, no- photoshop.
At first, she can't even appreicate
the glittering sky before her,
as disbelief fogs the lens of her eye.
Yet alas,
through the leaves of the towering trees,
she can't deny it.
In that moment, she is no longer
simply a straight-A student, a girl
with two braids, a plain jane
with brown hair and brown eyes.
She is stardust, just like all else
within the galaxy that is held before her eyes.
Her heart is the radiance
of the glimmering balls of gas & fire
that smile back at her in the distant sky,
with her heart's beat matching
the rhythm of the fireflies' masquerade.
"You like them too, don't you?" a voice
shatters the moment,
bringing her back down
to where a bunch of insects
are simply buzzing around the patio.
My aunt, an escapee
of the concrete jungle,
smiles to me. "Crazy, isn't it?
You don't get stuff like that
back in New York."
"Yeah,"
I smiled back,
the reflection of the stars still piercing
my eyes that now illuminated
with wonder,
"Crazy."
This sounds awesome! Here's my poem, I call it Welcome to summer.
I woke up to a calm warm breeze
That shook the leaves upon the trees
The more that I thought I was quick to discover
The heat of the sun made it clear as day summer
The heat beating down and an ice cream in hand
The heat of this season can really be grand
Look at the flowers with beautiful color
Everyone, everyone, welcome to summer!::sun:: Edited by Nelly2024 at 2018-7-16 10:45
૦ Summer Solstice ~ Risen ૦ By:Alina M. Elmflame
When you startle awake in the dark midnight skyheart pounding, breathing fastsitting bolt upright staring intothe dark whirlpool black holediscerning its power
Reaching to get elsewhere from your bedknocking at the door of your nearest friendquerying to lie down, asking to be held
Listen while whispered rhythms turn the hole into the deep night skystars neighboring each otherSummer moon rising over the quiet jade fieldsNearby, wren rustling dry leavesdistant raven echoingtwo women walking up the road giggling
Let your soul laughlet your heart sigh outthat long held breath so hollow in your stomachso distended in your throat
Already the warmth of sunlight returning the pairs of wingslift softly off the darkness, one by oneeach feathered edge clearer between youand the pearl veil of dayshall arise near you
Pandora replied at 2018-7-14 18:00
I sent you a PM about my concern regarding a non-member helping you judge this contest. As a Communi ...
Pandora is correct its not right. I call this poem: Blazing hot but stylish and fun
Phew the sun is hot. I feel the temperature has reached the top
But hey it’s a good time for swimming with my new swim suit in my neighborhood pool
And not only that, a rocking new hat, and some new flip flops
And other than looking real fab
To bring the hot day to a terrific top
How bout an ice cream from marble slab
Don’t be aggravated by the blazing hot sun
Instead get something delicious and have some fun
Update : The third evaluator shall now be replaced with a Fairyabc member, so be rest assured, judgement will be held only within the Fairyabc circle! Thank you to those who spoke up their opinions! ♥
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