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2022 Poetry Month Competition Winners
- Adult 1st Place
- Adult 2nd Place
- Adult 3rd Place
- Teen 1st Place
- Teen 2nd Place
- Child 1st Place
- Child 2nd Place
However Deep, However Wide
by Kendall Thurman
However deep, however wide,
However strong the surging tide
Of holy pain, of broken dreams,
However thick the darkness seems;
A solitary match that’s lit
Illuminates the darkest pit,
And flickering flame to kindling set,
Carbonaceous breath begets.
Then roaring, soaring, licking light
Consumes and blooms into the night
A fresh supply of wood to toss
Are splinters from the crimson cross
That held the Lamb, whose bleeding back
Was laid upon the ruthless rack.
Then spotless, wordless Word was burned
And burning, ash to ashes earned.
Except, from ash as phoenix grows,
With healing in His wings He rose.
And now the torturous timber cruel
Becomes the fount of endless fuel.
Which brings us to the feeble spark
Struck hopelessly amidst the dark,
What fragile stroke to briefly see
Reveals in perpetuity!
A grove, a world, an endless source
To stoke the blaze, remove remorse,
And light the path to Light, the Path,
To endless lighted path.
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Alone
by Jen Morello
Alone is where the quiet lives
When buried thoughts return
Alone is where the magic might
Compel the soul to burn
Alone is when we introduce
The things placed on the shelves
Alone is giving time and space
To reacquaint the selves
Alone is when new things are heard
In whatever form the sound
Alone is when the work takes shape
A solo journey-bound
Alone is creation's precipice
The crushing of the morn
Alone is where the hope is crowned
Where miracles are born.
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A Poem about Poems
by Angela Nielsen
I hoped to write a poem, a sonnet or haiku.
I then began to wonder, what does a poem do?
I tried to think of poems, rhymes that I had heard.
Some were short, others long, and some were quite absurd.
Edgar Allen Poe, I'm sure, was quite the crafty type.
He wrote a bunch of poems. I don't quite get the hype.
The silly poems all online, the ones that make no sense.
The charging of a light brigade, that one is rather tense.
I found it rather difficult, do words all have to rhyme?
Does it have to be iambic, follow certain time?
Do all the poems have to be more than just a stanza?
I find it quite confusing. I think I've gone bananas.
Mr. Poe, and Shakespeare too, they both just had the knack.
All I wish I had right now, is a poem writing hack.
Twinkling stars and rowing boats, are very much in use.
The more I try to think of it, the more I grow confused.
To write a verse, you ought to be among the very brightest.
I don't think I fit that mold, not even in the slightest.
Are there places you can learn, are there online courses?
Books or websites, magazines? What is a poet's sources?
I guess I ought to give it up. It seems a bit ho-hum.
Because I'll never understand the way to write a poem.
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Blue Blessings
by Heather Trask
The sky hugs us showing its beauty.
As the rivers flow through life.
Butterflies and flowers in the same world.
With berries that have a hint of sweetness.
Waterfalls create a peaceful noise.
And robins fly with grace.
The blessings of this world are shown.
But only those who look can see.
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To my dear mother
by Anita McClellan
You are a sunflower
So beautiful and bright
When there is darkness
You bring in the light
The joy that you bring
Is the most beautiful thing
Your amazing smile
Is all worth the while
I love every bit of you
From head to toe
I love you
And that’s all i know
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Rain
by Lisa Huang
It is now raining
The water droops on my face
It is really cold
Picture by Lisa Huang
Untitled
by Greyson Graves-Lutes age 6 (as dictated to his grandmother)
There is something that shines at night.
Don’t fight when you see that light.
There is a night light shining bright.
Don’t fight cause that’s just not right.
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