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Through The Alphabet--The Letter "Y"
Poetry Contest Description
Use all the words in the list below, in a poem
Next up, the letter "Y”! Same rules as the other alphabet comps:
One poem per poet
Any style, length
Use all the words in the list in your poem
Two weeks to complete
Winner is decided by public vote
*New* : will be putting up 2 comps at a time, to finish out the alphabet series.
Here’s the list of words:
Yaw
Yearn
Yellow
Yesterday
Yield
Yonder
Youth
Yore
Yuletide
Yardage
One poem per poet
Any style, length
Use all the words in the list in your poem
Two weeks to complete
Winner is decided by public vote
*New* : will be putting up 2 comps at a time, to finish out the alphabet series.
Here’s the list of words:
Yaw
Yearn
Yellow
Yesterday
Yield
Yonder
Youth
Yore
Yuletide
Yardage
In Days & Nights of Waning Gibbous Skies
( a seafarer’s lament )
In days & nights of waning gibbous skies,
The moon, a yellow pale slip of a girl,
That I would see o’er yonder on the rise
From water fresh, to salty ocean pearl.
It was in times of yore when in my youth
In days & nights of waning gibbous skies,
I’d yield the way with yardage as my truth,
For I felt neither foolishness nor wise.
There could not be another for these eyes,
To beckon me to purple northern lights.
In days & nights of waning gibbous skies,
Was all I’d yearn for on this maiden flight.
Like yesterday I saw the coming storm;
The ship was yaw, would flounder & capsize.
‘Twas during Yuletide when the Child was born,
In days & nights of waning gibbous skies.
In days & nights of waning gibbous skies,
The moon, a yellow pale slip of a girl,
That I would see o’er yonder on the rise
From water fresh, to salty ocean pearl.
It was in times of yore when in my youth
In days & nights of waning gibbous skies,
I’d yield the way with yardage as my truth,
For I felt neither foolishness nor wise.
There could not be another for these eyes,
To beckon me to purple northern lights.
In days & nights of waning gibbous skies,
Was all I’d yearn for on this maiden flight.
Like yesterday I saw the coming storm;
The ship was yaw, would flounder & capsize.
‘Twas during Yuletide when the Child was born,
In days & nights of waning gibbous skies.
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
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Yours
That child its birth in season we await
And with cripped thanks the yellow ribbon
From the drawer we take
For yueltide with its newly born
Brought echoes of the past
We remember our own son
To yield to the great yaw of grief
That yearn remain so hidden
Self pity the colour of deceased belief
For all the days that yonder stretch
That yardage of footsteps on soft grass
For your yore, now missing all aspects
Of youth, a deprivation fortune stole
The winters gift that now is lost
A welcome home from that parole ?
To celebrate what he could be
Just a child as Jesus was
For yesterdays we tie that ribbon round the tree
And with cripped thanks the yellow ribbon
From the drawer we take
For yueltide with its newly born
Brought echoes of the past
We remember our own son
To yield to the great yaw of grief
That yearn remain so hidden
Self pity the colour of deceased belief
For all the days that yonder stretch
That yardage of footsteps on soft grass
For your yore, now missing all aspects
Of youth, a deprivation fortune stole
The winters gift that now is lost
A welcome home from that parole ?
To celebrate what he could be
Just a child as Jesus was
For yesterdays we tie that ribbon round the tree
Written by slipalong
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Yesterday and Today
Sometimes I yearn for the good things about yesterday,
Mostly the fun and happy times from my youth,
But truth to be told days of yore and the sorrows I bore,
Made me who I am today.
Maybe it’s because as the yuletide season is approaching,
I get nostalgic for all the yardage I’ve gained,
Because in the path I yaw I look back and see my flaws,
I ponder just a little more.
It’s like a yellow brick road which diverted over yonder
Into the hills and distant fields I often wandered,
The silhouettes of my younger self,
Are still dreaming of today.
But I won’t surrender, I won’t yield to the melancholy,
Mistakes are supposed to be made,
I am happier and better for them,
It made me who I am today.
Mostly the fun and happy times from my youth,
But truth to be told days of yore and the sorrows I bore,
Made me who I am today.
Maybe it’s because as the yuletide season is approaching,
I get nostalgic for all the yardage I’ve gained,
Because in the path I yaw I look back and see my flaws,
I ponder just a little more.
It’s like a yellow brick road which diverted over yonder
Into the hills and distant fields I often wandered,
The silhouettes of my younger self,
Are still dreaming of today.
But I won’t surrender, I won’t yield to the melancholy,
Mistakes are supposed to be made,
I am happier and better for them,
It made me who I am today.
Written by wallyroo92
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Thanks for all the entries everyone !
Just a heads up that I’ll get this Comp and the other , sent to vote as soon as I can—I’ll be at work when they end and will get them going hopefully on my dinner break !
Our last Comp , Letter Z, may have to wait until tomorrow afternoon to get set up—gotta be in my classroom tomorrow 8-1, after working until 11 tonight... fun times, stay tuned, it’ll happen !
Just a heads up that I’ll get this Comp and the other , sent to vote as soon as I can—I’ll be at work when they end and will get them going hopefully on my dinner break !
Our last Comp , Letter Z, may have to wait until tomorrow afternoon to get set up—gotta be in my classroom tomorrow 8-1, after working until 11 tonight... fun times, stay tuned, it’ll happen !
The winner of this competition and any runners up were decided by public vote.
Thank you to the following members for voting:
_boybrains, MadameLavender, Billy_Snagg, Miss_Sub, nutbuster, AspergerPoet56, wallyroo92, Honoria, PleasuresOfPain, Tallen, Danny11714, FromTheAsh, AEMelia564, PlaydateWithFire, Ely, Heaven_sent_Kathy, Hepcat61
Thank you to the following members for voting:
_boybrains, MadameLavender, Billy_Snagg, Miss_Sub, nutbuster, AspergerPoet56, wallyroo92, Honoria, PleasuresOfPain, Tallen, Danny11714, FromTheAsh, AEMelia564, PlaydateWithFire, Ely, Heaven_sent_Kathy, Hepcat61
I really enjoyed writing for the letter “Y”, with the possibilities of what to say in a story - even based on just 10 words. And it’s a real pleasure to thank our host, MadameL, to those lovely members who voted, and also congratulate those who participated alongside as this series nears the end with the letter “Z”! Hard to believe...
I better go eat a hearty chowder lunch to have the strength to tackle the letter “Z”!🥣☕️
I better go eat a hearty chowder lunch to have the strength to tackle the letter “Z”!🥣☕️
