Poetry competition CLOSED 3rd June 2018 11:35pm
WINNER
Tenderloin
Tenderloin
RUNNER-UP:
wanderer
I Am The Sky
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Write a self poem based on the quote given below.
I saw this quote and loved it, so I thought I would start a comp about it. I had many interpretations in my own mind when I read it, so I wanted to see how others interpreted it.
”You are the sky - everything else is just the weather”.
Write a “self” poem based on your personal interpretation of this quote.
Rules
* New writes only
* Should be a poem in the “self” category
* No collabs
* Audio entries allowed
* Please title your entries
* One entry only
Any questions please ask me!
”You are the sky - everything else is just the weather”.
Write a “self” poem based on your personal interpretation of this quote.
Rules
* New writes only
* Should be a poem in the “self” category
* No collabs
* Audio entries allowed
* Please title your entries
* One entry only
Any questions please ask me!
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Thanks for kicking things off with a great entry Cloventongue89! Just what I was looking for. 
Stay Blue
i.
Pyrotechnics spark
anger in
bright light
firing bolts
of electricity
roaring through
tennor and
bass voices;
thundering
between thick
mammatus
cotton-wool
stuffed in the
blackest hate
just weather
much like humanity
ii.
nursery rhymes
keeping beat to
skipping ropes
hopscotch, and marbles;
after the swing
laughs tears of joy
in summer's
ultra violet rays
of pure, happy
energy
Drifting to a
milky dreamworld
in galaxies of fairy-lights
and gloworms
spinning circles
like innocent games
of ring-a-rosies
-just before bed time
I am the sky
much like a playground
[x]
Written by RevolutionAL
(Alistair Plint)
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Anonymous
Thank you Jade and Al for your entries!
Within The Sky
I am just as magnificent as the sky that is above my head.
My hands that are running through the blades of grass
Just as something like complete contentment is running
Through my pulsing veins. The feelings that once bled
Out no longer matter. Every one of those stained glass
Windows are just as beautiful, breathless, and stunning
Even with the rain that is always splattering against their
Window panes, but all that really matters is the blue sky.
All that matters is the fresh air to breathe in every day.
I am free once I feel the wind blowing through my hair
And I no longer have to hide once the tears that I cry
Are dried up. I am the sky and it is a place I can stay.
My hands that are running through the blades of grass
Just as something like complete contentment is running
Through my pulsing veins. The feelings that once bled
Out no longer matter. Every one of those stained glass
Windows are just as beautiful, breathless, and stunning
Even with the rain that is always splattering against their
Window panes, but all that really matters is the blue sky.
All that matters is the fresh air to breathe in every day.
I am free once I feel the wind blowing through my hair
And I no longer have to hide once the tears that I cry
Are dried up. I am the sky and it is a place I can stay.
Written by eswaller
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What if I were the sky?
What would it be like, if I were the sky?
A question I now ask myself, I know not why.
If I were the sky, I would watch all below,
I would see things familiar, and that I know.
I would see people passing by,
Greeting each other, then saying goodbye.
Summer would come,
Bringing with it the sun.
Next would come Autumn,
Changing the leaves' colors as days go by,
Watching the leaves as they fall and dry.
In comes Winter, a cold yet warm season,
Children romp around in the snow, without a care nor reason.
Finally Spring comes, hugging the Earth, thawing it out,
Flowers bloom, and animals start to stir about.
I would watch the wind,
I would watch the rain,
None of them really call my name.
For I would just be the sky, watching over what goes on below.
Written by NightingaleTears
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Anonymous
Greenblack
It was perfect, the
paint, named
“greenblack.”
I wanted to touch it
without my gloved hands, and
become the sky
in the split seconds before
a tornado.
I wanted to be the clouds, roiling
severe grays
absorbing the spectrum
of light, leaving
only ominous waves
of glowing greens, illuminating
the land, as if
animated.
But instead
I brushed it on a weather-worn
bench, making
it new again, and
I shall wait for the heavens
to darken on their own, ozone
electrically charged air
calling—
my name
as I step into the winds
and become one, with
the pulse-inducing
green.
It was perfect, the
paint, named
“greenblack.”
I wanted to touch it
without my gloved hands, and
become the sky
in the split seconds before
a tornado.
I wanted to be the clouds, roiling
severe grays
absorbing the spectrum
of light, leaving
only ominous waves
of glowing greens, illuminating
the land, as if
animated.
But instead
I brushed it on a weather-worn
bench, making
it new again, and
I shall wait for the heavens
to darken on their own, ozone
electrically charged air
calling—
my name
as I step into the winds
and become one, with
the pulse-inducing
green.
You Are The Firmanent
You Are The Firmament ,
The Constant Above Us , Stretched Like Some Nuit ,
Arched , Yet Touching The Ground , As Stars Fallen To Earth ;
I , Whether Or Not , Or Weather Or Naught ,
Like All Else The Changing , By Spin , Charge , And Momentum ,
And The Momentoes Of Memory ;
And Vast As Your Body I Could Never Know In It's Full Self
The Boundary Between The Heavens And The Earths
I May Be A Storm , Yet I But Skim Your Surface
While You Are Laying Down Some Rapture ;
You , Infinite In Your Viewing , All Else , Microcosms
And Random Climates Of Perception , Many Gods
Playing Under Your Form Of One Goddess , Sky Mother ;
And Your Daughter Of The Rainbow , Taking After You ,
Arching Above The World , A Dancing Palette Of Iridescence ,
A Sign Of Your Promise To Watch Over Us , Your Children ,
We Who See , And Feel , And Experience , The Shifting
Tides , The Emoticons Of Natural Forces , As Some Call Them ,
In Their Lack Of Wordmanship , For All You Are ;
You , Under Which All Is Motion , And You Are Memory ;
Remember Us In Your Meteorological Prayers , As We
Petition You , Weather Or Naught !
The Constant Above Us , Stretched Like Some Nuit ,
Arched , Yet Touching The Ground , As Stars Fallen To Earth ;
I , Whether Or Not , Or Weather Or Naught ,
Like All Else The Changing , By Spin , Charge , And Momentum ,
And The Momentoes Of Memory ;
And Vast As Your Body I Could Never Know In It's Full Self
The Boundary Between The Heavens And The Earths
I May Be A Storm , Yet I But Skim Your Surface
While You Are Laying Down Some Rapture ;
You , Infinite In Your Viewing , All Else , Microcosms
And Random Climates Of Perception , Many Gods
Playing Under Your Form Of One Goddess , Sky Mother ;
And Your Daughter Of The Rainbow , Taking After You ,
Arching Above The World , A Dancing Palette Of Iridescence ,
A Sign Of Your Promise To Watch Over Us , Your Children ,
We Who See , And Feel , And Experience , The Shifting
Tides , The Emoticons Of Natural Forces , As Some Call Them ,
In Their Lack Of Wordmanship , For All You Are ;
You , Under Which All Is Motion , And You Are Memory ;
Remember Us In Your Meteorological Prayers , As We
Petition You , Weather Or Naught !
Written by Blackwolf
(I.M.Blackwolf)
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Anonymous
Thank you Eswaller, NightingaleTears, MadameLavender & Blackwolf for your entries! Wowzers. The comp just got real. 
I Am the Sky
“You are the sky- everything else is just the weather”
Is what I’d always hear from my loving parents
“Don’t take no for an answer; the sky is your only limit”
Just like the gentle wind, life is a constant movement.
-
Up in the heavens is where I want to be
Have my life-story shared among the stars
I want to be a hero, just like Hercules
Yet my parents always said: “We love you just the way you are.”
-
I want to become as mighty as Zeus
Throw down my obstacles with lightning bolts
Push back all oppression and rise above the smoke
Fly among the thunderstorms and feed off their volts.
-
Yet here I am, stuck down on Earth
If I don’t focus enough, life passes by me in a blur
I still can’t help but daydream of adventure
“You are the sky- everything else is just the weather.”
Is what I’d always hear from my loving parents
“Don’t take no for an answer; the sky is your only limit”
Just like the gentle wind, life is a constant movement.
-
Up in the heavens is where I want to be
Have my life-story shared among the stars
I want to be a hero, just like Hercules
Yet my parents always said: “We love you just the way you are.”
-
I want to become as mighty as Zeus
Throw down my obstacles with lightning bolts
Push back all oppression and rise above the smoke
Fly among the thunderstorms and feed off their volts.
-
Yet here I am, stuck down on Earth
If I don’t focus enough, life passes by me in a blur
I still can’t help but daydream of adventure
“You are the sky- everything else is just the weather.”
Written by LunasChild8
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