Poetry Month Competition Winners
- Adult 1st Place
- Adult 2nd place
- Adult 3rd place
- Adult Honor-able Mention
- Teen 1st place
- Children 1st place
- Children 2nd place
Ode to a pandemic
- Steven Foote
I've never known
a winter not to end,
The sun to set
and not to rise again.
The tide goes out;
the tide will come back in.
The grasses die
but life remains within.
June will come
With summer's joyful burn.
More than its heat
I joy in its return.
It is the wand'rer,
aimless in the night,
Who feels the need
and learns to love the light.
There is in me
a hope I can't deny:
If sun or Son should rise
then so will I.
Image by Tommy Rau from Pixabay
A Poem About Books
A book, a book! Oh, come take a look!
Grab one off the shelf and sit in a nook!
A book, a book! A great priceless treasure.
With each brand-new tale weaves a glorious adventure.
From Hogwarts to Narnia, with hobbits and spiders.
To climb Mount Olympus or fly in space fighters.
To imagine a world full of ice and of snow,
To soar through the clouds leaving earth down below.
You might slay a giant, who's big, gruff, and mean.
Because you decided to plant that strange bean.
With roses and mirrors, with apples and thorns.
A dragon, a monster, and heroes are born.
A book, a book! Where will you go next?
Just pick a book up and it does the rest.
To swim in the depths of the big deep blue sea.
To shrink down real small to the size of a pea.
To slay a dragon, or conjure a spell,
To throw in a wish to an old wishing well.
Fly high in the sky in a hot air balloon,
Or rocket through space and walk on the moon.
With hooves and a mane, or wings and tail,
Or ride on the back of a big humpback whale.
To sleep in a tree, to reach for the stars,
To wonder and dream of living on Mars.
A book, a book! A marvelous thing.
Allowing a mind to take flight on wings.
A book has a power, there's magic within.
Come see for yourself. Let it begin!
Image by Tumisu from Pixabay
Stumbling through heavy fog, my heart yearns for LIGHT.
Questions, more questions. Where IS
the illusive answer hiding? Is this quandary AN INVITATION
to strengthen faith, or is it an opportunity TO
see that clarity, once found, brings brilliant HAPPINESS.
Image by Jörg Peter from Pixabay
For the Red, White and Blue by Kim Greer
The smoke has arrived,
I have been watching it for a while now.
It seemed so far away, someone else’s problem.
The red flame seemed so small before.
I have waited too long to act.
Someone else’s problem is now my own.
I could stay where I am.
The danger may pass.
I have been a good citizen, surely that will see me through.
I am mistaken.
It is here.
It is upon me.
I am afraid.
I watch the walls, once white, turn dark.
If I do not act, I will be consumed.
They say the smoke is what will silence you before the flame.
For me, it is the blue rage inside that begins to suffocate.
I will only be one silenced voice.
It will be over quickly.
I tell myself it will be over after I am gone.
I fall to my knees, a few precious breaths left.
Taking my last look, I see a figure moving through the smoke.
It is my child.
She tries to combat the flames alone.
She might not make it.
Is there time?
I will fight for her.
I will fight for America.
Image by Jill Wellington from Pixabay
turn brown and gold and red
to their soft dirt bed.
Pumpkins and gourds and winter squash
Produce before the early frost.
Then one morning the sky turns white,
The trees are still, the air is light.
As Fall turns and starts to go,
The dying flowers whisper “Snow.”
Picture by Image by Maja Cvetojević from Pixabay
I Creep Along
I creep along
With my Silent Song
Trailing Along Behind Me
I Stop For Tea
At Mrs. Frog's Tree
My Song Still Slithering Behind Me
Without Me The Earth Would Be Dark
- Darren Favro
Without me the Earth would be very dark at night.
Without me there would be no rising tide.
Without me the cow would have nothing to jump over.
Without me JFK’s expedition would be useless.
I matter because I am the Moon!!
Image by enriquelopezgarre from Pixabay