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Hey y’all 😎

I am happy to say the two candidates for this week’s poetry contest have been chosen! Those candidates being @in-your-wall-s and @arwenakaaragorn ! I truly loved both of theirs pieces! However, of course, the true winner isn’t up to me. Below are the two poems, one after another. Blow that, there is a poll.

Please, read each poem before voting in the poll. A winner will be chosen Monday!

Poem #1 by: @in-your-wall-s

How strange is it

That one can love a person so completely

That even in the midst of towering flames

Your little candle is the brightest of them all

How strange is it

That one can be so simply good

That the sea herself dulls in comparison

To your watery eyes

How strange is it

That the earth should collapse

On the day I knew

Without a doubt in my heart

That you deserved the world

When instead you found a lover

And her pile of broken glass

Poem #2 by: @arwenakaaragorn

My love, as the world fades to its quiet end,

You are the reason my soul will transcend.

When the skies surrender, when stars fall apart,

I'll still hold you close, the core of my heart.

The oceans may rise, the heavens may shatter,

But nothing will steal what truly matters.

Your smile is my dawn, your touch my grace,

In your arms, l've found my eternal place.

If this is the last time I gaze at you, Know that my love is infinite and true.

No chaos, no flame, no passage of time, Could break the spell that makes you mine.

So take this gift, my vow, my plea,

You are my forever, my destiny.

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I’ve decided to accept submissions till tomorrow afternoon since I forgot to reblog this post this morning ☺️🖤

The weekly poetry contest is back 😎

Once again, here is how it will work:

Today, I post a pinned post(aka this post) with a poetry prompt.

Friday, I pick two pieces that have been submitted throughout the week and fellow Tumblr users vote a winner.

By next Monday, a winner will be chosen! Their poem will be posted to my Tumblr and Website. The winner will be tagged for 100% credit.

Deadline for submissions is Thursday at Midnight EST!

If you wish to enter, please do one of the following:

DM me your submission

Post your poem and tag me

Reblog this post with your poem

Comment your poem on this post

Or, fill out the Google Form titled ‘Weekly Poetry contest form’ linked at the bottom of this post.

So! Here is this week’s prompt:

Write a poem one lover would give another on dooms day

As normal, your poem can relate to this poem in any way you see fit! Your poem can be up to 15 lines in length. If you’re wanting to fill out the google form, click below ⬇️

I wish you all luck!

- Some Random Poet

[somerandompoetpoetry]

The weekly poetry contest is back 😎

Once again, here is how it will work:

Today, I post a pinned post(aka this post) with a poetry prompt.

Friday, I pick two pieces that have been submitted throughout the week and fellow Tumblr users vote a winner.

By next Monday, a winner will be chosen! Their poem will be posted to my Tumblr and Website. The winner will be tagged for 100% credit.

Deadline for submissions is Thursday at Midnight EST!

If you wish to enter, please do one of the following:

DM me your submission

Post your poem and tag me

Reblog this post with your poem

Comment your poem on this post

Or, fill out the Google Form titled ‘Weekly Poetry contest form’ linked at the bottom of this post.

So! Here is this week’s prompt:

Write a poem one lover would give another on dooms day

As normal, your poem can relate to this poem in any way you see fit! Your poem can be up to 15 lines in length. If you’re wanting to fill out the google form, click below ⬇️

I wish you all luck!

- Some Random Poet

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Poetry Prompt

Write a poem using the word ‘forgotten’

Creative Kickstart

Is something forgotten? A memory? A person? Or, maybe a place is forgotten? Maybe the poem is about forgotten faces? Or, forgotten people. Maybe the poem is about a personal experience? Or, maybe it’s a poem about the idea of being ‘forgotten’? Or, something else entirely?

Let you creative side decide!

(And, as always, feel free to tag me in a post with your poem or reblog this post with your piece so I can like and reblog your response to the prompt 🖤🖤)

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Hey y’all!

So, I’m still taking a break from writing due to mental health. But, I will be posting prompts again! I will be reblogging anyone’s work who uses the prompts as always! I’ll be writing poetry again soon, I just need a bit more time.

Thank y’all for being patient 🖤

- Some Random Poet

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Hey y’all.

So, I’m dealing with some mental health setbacks at the moment and so I am taking a few days off from writing. I’ll still be active and posting prompts(Like I am later today) but any poems are put on hold. I apologize as I know you guys follow for poetry but I just can’t write a full poem atm. I am continuing to post my best work on my website. I have added the link to my site to this post

I’ll be back to myself soon, just need some rest. Thank you for being patient with me. I love each and everyone one of you for supporting since I started this account back in January 🖤

Website link⤵️

As said, I am still continuing to post my best work on the website above. If you’re looking for a showcase of my best work over the past few months, take a peek. I don’t want to leave y’all with nothing but prompts.

- Some Random Poet

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(100% credit goes to this week’s poetry contest winner @j-i-poetry )

Astronomy

The crunch still echoes in my psyche

I wonder how it all happened.

Leaving the poor thing on the porch

The door opened and out poured rage.

I wonder what started the fire.

Tripping over the fated tripod, Roaring out more than a warning.

I was shorter than I am now.

I wonder how old I really was.

I loved that telescope, It's cheap eyesight cloudy,

But the moon, oh the moon.

I'd never seen anything more beautiful.

I wonder how many times I'd used it.

Over my father's knee,

Much like breaking sticks for the fire, The plastic tube bent and broke.

It may as well have been a murder.

I'd rarely cried so hard.

I wonder what I could have been.

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First, let me apologize this is so late. I had a VERY busy last few days.

Now, to get to the point, we have a winner for last week’s contest!! Though both pieces were ✨amazing✨, @j-i-poetry has won! Their beautiful piece will be posted after this post. I suggest you check out their blog!!

As the contest post states, their work will also be posted on my website! I suggest you check the link below as well so you can get a link to their Instagram!

And, let me say, to everyone who submitted work, each piece was absolutely beautiful in different ways. I encourage all who didn’t win to enter this week’s poetry contest which will be posted tomorrow.

So, without further ado, click below to see the post on my website! Or, check out their piece I posted right after this one!

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Eyes

20 years ago we were promised to each other,

Going on 21 the 16th.

As the years have passed,

The idea of our love has grown.

Spending every hour,

Tending to the plant of our love.

We curved together beautifully,

Intertwining our hearts on gloomy days,

And our hearts singing on the good ones.

And those years ago,

When we got married,

I gave such beautiful vows.

I promised my fondness and love would never fade.

And in that moment,

I meant it.

But,

I could never love you past the grave.

For when I look into your eyes,

I can almost see crystal blue ones,

And I’m reminded of a past lover I can never forget.

I know they and I were never meant to be,

The stars were incapable of spelling out love.

However,

Every night,

I pick stars from the night sky,

Fighting through the cuts and scrapes the stars give.

I keep the stars in a music box,

The one you gave me when I was 17.

I do this in hopes one day,

I can write our love in the stars,

And pray you can still read my handwriting.

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Poetry Prompt

Write a tragic poem about one lover forcing the other to drink poison wine

Creative Kickstart:

What does the poison smell like? Does it look odd?How does the lover feel as they watch the other drink from the glass? Does the other lover know somehow? What is the weather like? Is there one sided tension? Are emotions running high? Was this an act of hate? Or, somehow, a final act of love? Or, something else entirely?

Let your creative side decide!

(And, as always, feel free to tag me in your work or reblog this post with your poem so I can like and reblog 🖤🖤)

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Lovely work!! 🖤🖤

Poetry Prompt

Write a poem about a lamp that keeps flickering out

Kickstart for creativity:

Is something causing the light to flicker? Does it continuously flicker? Has the lightbulb been changed? Are you watching the lamp? Is someone else watching the lamp? Where is the lamp? Or, something else entirely? Let your creative side decide🖤

(It’s completely optional but you can always reblog or tag me so I can like your beautiful work and reblog it ☺️❤️)

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Hey y'all 😎

So!! The two candidates can been chosen for this weeks contest!! I can not put into words how beautiful each and every entry was! And I wish for everyone who entered to try again next time as someone can't win two times in a row.

On that note, I invite you to read both @j-i-poetry poem and @remh-oldsoullikemine poem below!!

Each took a different tone but both made a story. So, after you read both poems, please vote which one is your favorite. The winner results will be posted Monday!!

(The poll to vote is after both poems below)

Title: Astronomy by @j-i-poetry

The crunch still echoes in my psyche

I wonder how it all happened.

Leaving the poor thing on the porch

The door opened and out poured rage.

I wonder what started the fire.

Tripping over the fated tripod, Roaring out more than a warning.

I was shorter than I am now.

I wonder how old I really was.

loved that telescope, It's cheap eyesight cloudy, But the moon, oh the moon.

I'd never seen anything more beautiful.

I wonder how many times l'd used it.

Over my father's knee,

Much like breaking sticks for the fire, The plastic tube bent and broke.

It may as well have been a murder.

I'd rarely cried so hard.

I wonder what I could have been.

Title: The Doll by @remh-oldsoullikemine

I had an aunt who passed away

when she was only three.

My grandma kept some old toys of hers and passed them down to me...

My mother wasn't too happy,

she said they always creeped her out.

There was one doll in particular

that she was talking about.

I decided to call the dolly sue,

cause it just felt like a good name.

But I was told by my grandma later,

that my aunt called it Susie Mea.

I thought that was a little odd,

but pushed the thought aside...

Didn't want to let what mom had said

start messing with my mind.

My little sister never liked her either,

and neither did my brother.

He would never tell me why,

but she said, "The dolly didn't like her."

That seemed a strange thing to say,

but at the time, she was barely two.

So, at that time, I just felt like ignoring

the signs was the proper thing to do.

It wasn't until later on

I finally started putting things together.

When I found out how my aunt got the doll, and it survived the fire that killed her.

My grandma said my aunt found the doll when they moved into their old home.

Said that she'd said it told her its name and said it didn't like to be alone.

At first, she took the dolly everywhere

and even slept with it at night.

But then she started to distance herself from it, claiming that something wasn't right.

She said the doll was mean to her,

and that it called her names.

Then came the fire that took her life,

and left the doll untouched by the flames.

My grandma wasn't superstitious at all, but even she admitted it was weird.

Not a singe of flame or smell of smoke, and it still looked like new after all those years.

My mom wasn't born

until a few years after the fire.

But even still, she never liked the doll,

so my grandma had to hide her.

Everything I was learning,

was actually starting to sound freaky.

I felt like I was beginning to get

why the others were so uneasy.

So, I put the doll back in the box,

and left it in the basement.

Then, wouldn't you know, a fire started down there and I never bothered to see if it made it...

I did find out from my grandpa the

house they lived in when my aunt died.

Had been over a hundred years old

and had many fires over that time.

I don't know if the doll was the cause or not, and how it survived so many fires unscathed...

But I don't really need to understand it,

I just want it to stay away!

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Bluejay

It was a sunny sky,

A beautiful spring morning.

I cannot remember how the conversation began,

Nor can I remember where it ended.

But I do remember one thing.

You looked toward the front lawn,

And smiled in a way that softened my eyes.

You began to speak fondly about a Bluejay,

A small Bluejay rested upon the fence.

I remember I told you a bird is a bird,

It is just a pair of wings and a beating heart.

As the decades passed,

You continued to seek out Bluejays,

Giving the same warm smile.

Therefore,

The moment we lowered you into the soil,

I turned to our daughter,

And asked if she had any birdseed.

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Hey y’all 😎

First of all, I apologize for no posting the last few days. I had a family emergency and didn’t have time. Starting tomorrow, I will be getting back to daily posting!

Also, the Weekly Poetry Contest is still happening!! I am still accepting submissions till tomorrow night. Win and get your work posted to my tumble and website with your social’s tagged!!

Click here for more info about the contest!!

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Alrighty Folkes! 😎

The weekly poetry contests have officially started! Now, here is a quick rundown of how they work:

On Mondays: I post a pinned post(aka this post) with a poetry prompt and additional instructions on said weekly post.

On Fridays: I pick two pieces that have been submitted throughout the week and fellow Tumblr users vote a winner.

By that Monday: A winner will be chosen. Their poem will be posted to my Tumblr and Website. The winner will be tagged for 100% credit.

Deadline for submissions is Thursdays at Midnight EST!

When I post the winner’s work on here, I will tag their Tumblr account. On my website, I will link their Tumblr but I will also link their Instagram if they wish.

If you wish to enter, please do one of the following:

DM me your submission

Post your poem and tag me

Comment your poem on this post

Or, fill out the Google Form ‘Title Weekly Poetry Contest Form’ attached to the end of the post(this is how you stay anonymous)

So, without further ado, here in this week’s prompt:

Write a poem about the childhood toy that got lost in ‘the’ fire

Now, your poem can relate to this prompt in any way you see fit!! Maybe you use a few words of the prompt, maybe you write a poem about the feeling it gives you, maybe you write almost like a narrator, maybe your poem is a tragic story, maybe it is a story of healing. Let your creative side decide!

If you wish to fill out a google form, please, click the link below. And, email subscribe to my website linked below that so you don’t miss when I post the winner’s poem (or, maybe even your own piece!) ☺️❤️

I wish you all luck!!

- Some Random Poet

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Alrighty Y’all 😎

Looks like the weekly poetry contest will be happening! So, I will not be posting a poem tomorrow as I’ll be getting my site and tumblr ready to accommodate it. So, starting Monday, the weekly tumblr contests will start!

Stay tuned folks! And, in the meantime, subscribe to my Wordpress ahead of time to get an email when a contests winner’s work is posted! Or, when your own work is posted if you win!! 🖤

(The spot to follow my Wordpress is on the Home Page! Once you put in your email, you’ll get an emails whenever I post!)

- Some Random Poet

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Young

When we meet,

You were young,

And I older than any man could ever live.

I observed as the years passed,

As if I were watching the seasons cycle from a window.

I watched your heart become weak,

Your memory slipping further,

All the while I stayed the same.

And when you reached eighty,

While I stayed thirty-three,

I knew the love we once shared would never be.

And as they placed coins over your eyes,

And gave you your final bouquet,

I fell to my knees,

Weeping to the heavens.

After the image of you dried my tears,

I made a promise.

I shall continue to exist,

And search for you in the dead of night,

Looking at only the brightest stars.

And when all of the stars burn,

I will find your shards,

And form the brightest star to ever shine.