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Winners of 10th Annual Poetry Contest

Congratulations to the winning bards:

  • 1st Place:  “Normal” by Athalia
  • 2nd Place:  “Hidden” by Alexis
  • 3rd Place:  “Rain, Rain, Go Away” by  Cat

 We had 43 original poems entered by our amazingly talented students.

Winners will receive laminated posters of their poems and FREE tickets to the Really Big Book Swap!

Top three poems will also be on display by the Discovery Den.

Poem #37: Normal

Normal:
Standards, is what this society is built upon.
This is normal, that is healthy, do this, don’t do that.
If you follow these rules you are normal, sane.
But the very definition of sanity is:
The ability to think and behave in a normal and rational manner.
But define normal, define rational, and who sets these standards we live by?
The rules we mindlessly follow like drones.

In a world that encourages us to be unique,
How can the word normal even exist?
What if the only truly unique people are the ones we so easily call insane?
What if the people we throw in nuthouses,
Are the ones on the brink of something greater that we could never comprehend?

Shouldn’t the only insane thing about life be to not make a difference?
Shouldn’t the only insane thing be the idea of normal?
Being normal, being sane, has so many rules.
Without even realizing it we subject ourselves to a life of bondage.

In a world with so many people refusing to be anything other than normal,
Be abnormal, and be a little insane.
In the best way you possibly can be.

Poem #3: Hidden

Hidden

As I lay here in the field
Staring at the stars,
I think of all the times I yield
To prevent further scars

When the ending bell rings
For all to go home
I hide away from all things
Until I’m sure I’m alone

As I make my way back
From the place with bad memories,
I cannot look back
For I’ll see my enemies

The ones who laugh
The ones who taunt
Someone to rely on
Is all that I want

They follow me home
All the way
All that I hear:
The nasty things they say

Now, As I lay here in the field
Staring at the stars
I think of all the times I yield
To prevent further scars

“Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But words will never hurt me.”

What a lie
What a lie
I think,
Staring at the sky

The true me is hidden
From all those I know
The one who fights back
But doesn’t let it show

The one who’s bold
Not who’s shy
The one who laughs
Rather than cries

As I look into the dark
With the stars shining bright
They wink back at me
Then disappear into the night

I wish I didn’t yield
I wish that I could fight
I wish all the thoughts in my head
Would disappear into the night

And stay hidden,
Out of sight

Poem #15: Rain Rain Go Away

Rain Rain go away
That’s what we have been taught to say
But when the rain hits the ground
It washes away the pain
All the pain of yesterday.

Maybe rain are the tears
Tears of the cloud
Maybe the cloud is always crying
But we don’t hear a sound.
Maybe the clouds father had died
And the cloud needs some way to cope
Maybe crying the tears gives the cloud some hope
Maybe the cloud needs a friend by his side.

Maybe the rain is a type of sign or symbol
Maybe the rain are tears of joy
The rain is the happiness of the life the cloud enjoys
What if the cloud is as happy as a small metal thimble.
Maybe his friend just told the cloud a really funny joke
To take his mind off his lost hope
He see’s this world as a crazy kaleidoscope
Underneath the clouds skin, he is as strong as oak.

Rain Rain go away
That’s what we’ve been taught to say
Now let’s say Rain Rain come here
Do not go away, do not disappear.

Poem #41: Pain

Pain
I never knew that pain could take you to a better place
If I had not experienced pain, I wonder where I would be in life now
Does everybody know what being in a better place is?

I never knew that pain could help you care for someone
If I had not experienced pain, I wonder if I would still be caring
Does everybody know what being cared for is like?

I never knew that pain could help you love someone
If I had not experienced pain, I wonder if I would still be loving
Does everybody know what true love feels like?

I never knew that pain could help you grow
If I had not experienced pain, I wonder where I would be where in life now
Does everybody know what being in a better place is?

Does everybody know what true pain feels like?

Poem #19: Poetry

Poetry

Poetry is a two bladed sword,
That can make you laugh or cry.
Poetry is a looking glass,
Where truth is but a lie.

Poetry is a sewing needle,
Which threads a song so sweet.
Poetry is a textbook,
With lessons meant to keep.

Poetry is a mist,
With actions smooth and sly.
Poetry is a harbor,
And we’re ships just passing by.

Poetry is a scrapbook,
With memories to keep.
Poetry is a dream,
But you are not asleep

Poetry is a magic,
Of which little is to know.
Poetry is a water,
Which we drink in to grow.

Poem #14: My Fences

My Fences
My senses make me wince
Because each day they add to my emotions fences
Of course my fences are my defenses
But there are consequences
As people make inferences wrongly
My fences are starting to condense, and I feel as though I am trapped
Though the fences are wrapped around me, my time is about to commence
The time when I can dispense of this unneeded stress
My defenses are gone
All that stands is me and my intentions
But I can never repay my defenses
For they are my emotional fences.

Poem #13: Netflix

Netflix
Oh Netflix, Oh Netflix
I miss tho at which hour I leaveth
Oh Netflix, Oh Netflix
I miss the warm glow of tho screen
Oh Netflix, Oh Netflix
I misprise to leaveth thee
Oh Netflix, Oh Netflix
tho brightens mine visage with gleam

Oh, Netflix, Oh Netflix
tis cruel how how thee tear me from mine worketh
Oh Netflix, Oh Netflix
How thee drag me down a spiraling hole
Oh Netflix, Oh Netflix
How thee keepeth me till the wee hours of the morning
Oh Netflix, Oh Netflix
How must I rise in the dawn

Oh Netflix, Oh Netflix
We must not part
Oh Netflix, Oh Netflix
I can not liveth without thee
Oh Netflix, Oh Netflix
taketh mine apologie
Oh Netflix, Oh Netflix
I forgive thee

Poem #16: I’m the Only Girl on My Team

I’m the only girl on my team
the one with the guts and glory.
I pull out my stick and skate down the ice
I shoot then I score just like before
The glory, I get
Hockey is what I like

Poem #12: Virtual Paper

Virtual Paper

Two years to this day
I made a choice.
I sent the fatal virtual paper.

Calmly leaving him
He said to me
“I got the pointless virtual paper”

Sitting somewhere else
Looking clearly
I saw the hurtful virtual paper

Laughing at me, ha
“You are stupid
We looked at the dumb virtual paper”

Crying all night long
I shouldn’t have
Now I regret the virtual paper