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2023 Poetry Month Competition Winners
- Adult - 1st Place
- Adult - 2nd Place
- Adult - 3rd Place
- Adult - Honorable Mention
- Adult - Honorable Mention
- Teen - 1st Place
- Teen - 2nd Place
- Tween - 1st Place
- Tween - 2nd Place
- Tween - 3rd Place
- Tween - Honorable Mention
- Kid - 1st Place
- Kid - 2nd Place
- Kid - 3rd Place
- Kid - Honorable Mention
- Kid - Honorable Mention
Windows & Thresholds
Mary Favro
I could see the open window long before reaching it.
At first it was open only a crack.
Is that light coming through?
Is that a gentle breeze?
Is it a storm?
Hard to tell. This open window brings unknowns.
I keep walking.
Before long the window swings wide open
and I begin to wonder what is out there.
Change. That is for certain.
I approach the window only to find a threshold--
a demarcation
a boundary
that requires stepping over into something new,
something left behind
This feels uncomfortable.
I’ve become accustomed to
this pace,
this task,
this involvement.
But before me lies a threshold and I must step over it.
What will be next? What will it be like? What does this change mean?
New assignments. New tasks. New involvement
that will soon become familiar,
will soon become routine,
will soon fill my time for a season
until the window opens up again.
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She Knows
Emily Wilkes
I didn’t know
Until I taught my daughter
What she didn’t know
All that I don’t know
I know the ABCs
She knows a select few letters
I know how to read and write
She knows how to scribble
I know how to converse in a foreign language
She knows how to communicate simply, directly, without words
I am literate
But she is the one that is actively learning
She is curious and impressionable
Engaged in everything
I can be dissatisfied and bored
Passive toward my surroundings
All I know swims in my head
But she knows what is worth taking to heart
She knows Heaven
And I know more of It by knowing her
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The Porcelain Throne
Anna Andrew
I really need to get off the porcelain throne…
How long I’ve sat may never be known.
My legs are dying, my feet are cryin’.
I must confess I knew this would happen
The minute my will thoroughly slackened.
My phone in hand, I couldn’t withstand,
Each tantalizing video only one click away
Has put off my plans for an entire day!
What must I do? Did I even poo?!
I peel my thighs away from the seat
And now my escape is almost complete.
No one must know how long I could go.
So, quietly I creep away from the scene
By turning the lights low on my screen.
Mentally I curse the device that I own,
Wondering how long I sat on that throne.
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The Progress Lullaby
Eden Day
You cannot change with something new,
But something old can still ring true,
Within the mind of someone new,
And take them far away into,
A world where, soon, John and Jane doe,
Will see the world they'd never know,
And fear the world and all it shows,
But love the thrill of fast and slow.
Too fast the time can pass you by,
But slow the march of time will cry,
When an old new life is by your side,
And the new old schemes have gone and died.
John, Jane, with parents dear,
That showed them of a sky so clear,
Had sight so grand in which to steer,
No longer stand with guidance near.
You cannot change just on your own,
Look back to others who have grown,
And see the you that they have known,
And know your new life is your own.
You cannot change with something new,
But something old can still ring true,
Within the heart of someone new,
Take the chance, it’s up to you.
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Those Little Things
Emily Ward
I see those little things in the ground
They look so gentle and frail
With the thin green fragments holding them straight up
And a blossom of color at the top
These little things in the ground may not look that sturdy
But these little things have more power than you will ever know
Surviving the toughest of storms and the driest of heat
And still maintaining their soft gentle glow
Then when these little things are plucked from the ground
They are even more powerful
As these little things are gathered together
They seem to compliment one another
Tied with a bow, these little things are a form of gratitude
Celebration, decoration, mourning, romance, and beauty
These little bursts of color
These little scents of freshness
These little fragile fragments
These little things
Are the underrated beauty in the ground
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The rain
Anita McClellan
I like the rain because it is calm
Because it is quiet
Because it is small
One little droplet in a world full of many
A small little thing
Surrounded by plenty
While some think it’s harsh and loud and fierce
I think it’s peaceful
And lovely and music to ears
The rain is beautiful the rain is my friend
I wish to be with the rain
Till the very end
The rain makes me happy like nothing else could
The rain makes me smile
Just like it should
The rain is my friend forever and ever
A simple bond
That can never be severed
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No Mosquitoes
Cole Hagen
As springtime finally came
I went to get mine calamine.
Alas it was gone.
What was a fellow like me to do?
I looked in all the cracks and corners,
But nothing to be found.
I looked and looked,
But still nothing.
I even looked right there,
But I only found a pear.
Now it’s almost summer and,
I don’t know what to do.
I can’t find mine calamine
I guess I’ll just smash them with a shoe.
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A Silent Witness
A poem about the Battle of the Spotsylvania Courthouse
Ashton Limb
I was there, standing tall and fair.
There was a battle, and the earth rattled.
I could not hear, I started to fear.
I saw all this fire, and heard the shouts of “liar.”
Since the battle begun, the Union had won.
To this day, here I stay.
Remembering that gray display.
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A Life - Full Version
Kate Bayles
A life starts with a baby as cute as can be
The baby will be a he or a she
Next your baby turns into a tot
The little tot will throw tantrums a lot
Then your tot grows a little bit more
To the age that we call four
Your kid will then become a tween
After that, they’ll become thirteen
Then they’re off to big kid school
Because they think learning’s cool
In five years or ten, they’ll find a spouse
And live together in a house
Maybe they’ll have a baby and when they do,
A new life will begin and it might happen to you
Their kid grows older and then moves out
They’re left with no kids so they just have to pout
And then they’ll have grandkids so cute and so sweet
And with every grandkid visit they’ll give them a treat
When the sad time for grandparents is drawing near
The grandparents will die and not be here
And so that’s how a life should go
And I hope that everyone will know
To go as far as you can go
Will be the will of you, you know
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Nature Things
Ainsley Edmonds
Birds, butterflies, insects
are all nature things.
Nature things are things
you see everyday.
You might not know it,
but you’re a nature thing too.
You even live in nature’s property.
Go outside and make a poem
about all of the nature things you can find.
Blooming plants are beautiful nature things.
Nature things can be around like leaves
or stuff that has wings.
Oh, there are so many beautiful nature things.
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