Post by Paffnia on Jun 8, 2015 7:19:57 GMT -5
Welcome to the June Poet Laureate Contest, with the theme "summer." Below are all the eligible poems I received, ordered randomly by RANDOM.org. Anyone may vote in this contest, and the poem with the most votes earns its author the title of Poet Laureate! Remember, still do NOT share the authorship of any entry with anyone but me until the contest is over (11:59 P.M. EDT, Sunday, July 14).
Please give the poets their due courtesy and read over all the poems before voting.
Good luck to everyone, and may the best poet win!
Entry 1
Oh Summer! My Love!
She arrives quiet and steady,
Her lotus-feet kiss the ground softly.
She would moves with an adorable royalty,
For she is very high and lofty.
The skies are her scarf, glistening blue,
Her crown are the rays of her Sun,
Every blooming flower is her Eye,
Every cloud adorns her as their One!
I have watched her every year,
I have grown in her playful care,
I have aged but she, eternal,
Has been forever fair.
Her kindly love is all I adore,
With every visit to the beach.
As her gown touches the ground,
The foam blesses every and each.
The rocks try to hold on to her,
As the birds giggle so shy,
But she moves on leaving a sign,
A starfish, pearl or dye.
I love summer, a foolish love
For seasons come and go by.
But should I suppress my heart's choice,
I fear I may die.
All who've wanted Summer before,
Have lost all of their life.
Having known this I sit silent,
and watch her go by.
She leaves in the most beautiful farewell,
With a colourful carpet of her blessings,
She moves on, leaving us to stay,
With nothing but guessing.
Oh! When shall she return,
And make my heart soar again?
When shall she walk among us once more,
Curing my heart's core again?
Entry 2
Summer
Let's rejoice for Summer's here
'Tis our fav'rite time of year
Fills our merry hearts with cheer
Hail to Summer
Winter's grip we've cast aside
Tired of being trapped inside
No more cold from which to hide
Welcome Summer
No more classes, no more school
No more memorizing rules
Now we're lounging by the pool
Loving Summer
We can camp and fish for days
Hit the beach and catch some rays
At the hotties we can gaze
Endless Summer
If your life's in need of spice
Hearken to my sage advice
You can have a time so nice
Grab your fav'rite drink on ice
And indulge your spammy vice
In our tropic Paradise
Islands Summer
Entry 3
Clouds
The heat of summer bears down on the ground,
Leaving air hanging around the ground like a blanket.
But the clouds, the clouds always are above the heat,
Like a noble above the common land
But not to good, to lower itself
And to allow the ground it's fair share of life.
For after all, it's comfortable at the top,
But it's the loneliest of all the land
Entry 4
Summer in Christophilia
Summer in Christophilia
Is the greatest time of the year
For in Christophilia everyone has
A sense of excitement and cheer.
In the summer tourists from all
Around NationStates come in
They feel most delighted when they see
The world's largest Spandex Gin.
Even the Coke bottles on the streets
Don't stop them from having fun
They play Markanite Ball in the outdoor
courts, enjoying the sun.
Gas prices plummet, and grasshoppers hum
to the beat of the oddly-shaped drums
Gusts from the AC fill the air
And guitars sound their daily strums.
Beach bums chill right near the shore
With Pina Coladas in hand
While children bury other children
Three feet deep in sand.
But when Autumn slowly closes in
And the harvest gets its rain
The tourists leave, wishing that they could
Do this all again.
Entry 5
Shall i drop this sick beat
For the days of summer are near
Picnics on tables i shall eat
Fishing on docks with a beer
Whatever you see fit
Sundaes with a cherry
Running in the park; laughter that wont quit
Spending time with my daughter is for me
Before i lead this poem to an end
I shall leave something just for you
So an ear i need you to lend
For the last bit is a reverse Haiku:
Summer sun is so much fun
Refrigerator
Ice cream sandwiches for all
Entry 6
Cicada time
Early in the morning
as the sun begins
it’s slow climb out of bed
the beetles are already up
and showering in the
morning dew
aunt Sara and uncle Bob
are already hanging up
the morning washing
the spider and the
fly are already
playing the game of life
little Jimmy
and Naughty Jon
have already lost a ball
and the ant and
termite empires are
already hard hard at war
As the golden round
reaches the hight
of its reign
aunt Sara and uncle Bob
have passed out on the bed;
the majority of their clothes lie haphazardly in their stead
little Jimmy and Naughty Jon
are lying under a tree;
their skin dotted with the drops of water from their earlier swimming spree
but
the beetles are still
hard at work gathering
food for the night
the spider and the
fly have yet
to return to their stalls
and the ant and
termite empires
are still building up their walls
Entry 7
I miss Summer
I miss the sun,
its warming rays
that shine from up above.
To go outside,
with naught to care
bout weather's what I love.
But Winter's chill
embraced the land
from country to the sea.
It's far too cold
to leave my bed
until it's nearly three.
But one can't sleep
til afternoon;
society will judge.
Got things to do,
People to see,
so outside I must trudge.
I miss those bright
warm Summers days
Relaxing by the pool.
If you now tried
to go swimming
you would be quite the fool.
This grey season
does not compare
to Summer's majesty.
The clouds, the wind,
the frost and ice,
they are no good for me.
Oh stop that wind!
Why must you blow
your icy breath at me?
Just six more months
til Summer's back
and I will be happy.
Entry 8
Summer: The Bane of Mankind
Summer. The Bane of Mankind.
Mosquitoes, maggots, moths,
Termites, tics, and tourists,
Make my stomach Churn for Cold!
Neighbors’ kids defile my lawn,
While bird droppings and doggy-doo,
- foul remnants of decaying food -
Lie littered ‘round my molded trees,
Their odor wafting on stifling breeze.
Worms wallow proud in weeds of green,
And yellow fuzzy things find miserable solace
Under shade of filth piled high
From the Spring’s house cleaning
My wife did decree, and I – forced - agreed.
Then off to the Beach, feigning sparkle and clean,
Where paper, pop bottles, and trash galore
Roll and blow o’er sands of slimy damp gold.
(And where children have done foul things,
Best left untold!)
And The Beach People, O The Beach People,
With clothes quite scant!
Where gals over 70 should take to long pants,
And guys past 40 should wear baggy shirts,
So my eyes might truly remain unburnt!
But take heart, My Dearies, the Summer shall die
And Fall reclaim his Throne of Gold,
With the promise of Winter and bone-chilling Cold,
To rid us of Summer: The Bane of Mankind.
Entry 9
Summer
The sun is out
The clouds are gone
The kids will shout
And won't have time to yawn
Bye bye spring
We'll see you next year again
But summer is king
And more valuable than the yen
Entry 10
It's That Time Again.
It's that time again.
The sky is a shimmering blue blanket,
And I have to thank it for keeping the days a perfect ten.
I remember walking through the hills,
feeling the thrill of the flowers and fresh green grass against my ever growing legs.
It's that time again.
The sun's gaze on the world remains for longer,
The somber night sky being left to wonder over yonder.
The time when the serenade of a content, happy man in a little ice cream filled van
warms the hearts of the children and adults alike,
under the light of that one star.
It's that time again.
The rivers glitter, teeming with life,
and the wind fights to caress your face,
to keep it from getting too warm,
Whether it's the auburn dusk,
or the sparkling, ever returning dawn.
It's that time again.
Time to explore.
Time to run out and find love.
It's time to extend your reach to the stars above,
and hope that you reach serenity.
Because one day,
There won't be time again.
Entry 11
The Superb House
A house more superb than any house
Enter a house of magnificent grandeur
Revel in the gold, silver, and tacos
See how the members live at ease
Our namesake, Aersoldorf, stands as the leader
Look, a wizard who can turn you into a newt and
Distilled beverages to warm your heart
Of course your absence has made you grow wan
Remonstrate no longer and sign up with haste
For we could still use a court bard.
Please give the poets their due courtesy and read over all the poems before voting.
Good luck to everyone, and may the best poet win!
Entry 1
Oh Summer! My Love!
She arrives quiet and steady,
Her lotus-feet kiss the ground softly.
She would moves with an adorable royalty,
For she is very high and lofty.
The skies are her scarf, glistening blue,
Her crown are the rays of her Sun,
Every blooming flower is her Eye,
Every cloud adorns her as their One!
I have watched her every year,
I have grown in her playful care,
I have aged but she, eternal,
Has been forever fair.
Her kindly love is all I adore,
With every visit to the beach.
As her gown touches the ground,
The foam blesses every and each.
The rocks try to hold on to her,
As the birds giggle so shy,
But she moves on leaving a sign,
A starfish, pearl or dye.
I love summer, a foolish love
For seasons come and go by.
But should I suppress my heart's choice,
I fear I may die.
All who've wanted Summer before,
Have lost all of their life.
Having known this I sit silent,
and watch her go by.
She leaves in the most beautiful farewell,
With a colourful carpet of her blessings,
She moves on, leaving us to stay,
With nothing but guessing.
Oh! When shall she return,
And make my heart soar again?
When shall she walk among us once more,
Curing my heart's core again?
Entry 2
Summer
Let's rejoice for Summer's here
'Tis our fav'rite time of year
Fills our merry hearts with cheer
Hail to Summer
Winter's grip we've cast aside
Tired of being trapped inside
No more cold from which to hide
Welcome Summer
No more classes, no more school
No more memorizing rules
Now we're lounging by the pool
Loving Summer
We can camp and fish for days
Hit the beach and catch some rays
At the hotties we can gaze
Endless Summer
If your life's in need of spice
Hearken to my sage advice
You can have a time so nice
Grab your fav'rite drink on ice
And indulge your spammy vice
In our tropic Paradise
Islands Summer
Entry 3
Clouds
The heat of summer bears down on the ground,
Leaving air hanging around the ground like a blanket.
But the clouds, the clouds always are above the heat,
Like a noble above the common land
But not to good, to lower itself
And to allow the ground it's fair share of life.
For after all, it's comfortable at the top,
But it's the loneliest of all the land
Entry 4
Summer in Christophilia
Summer in Christophilia
Is the greatest time of the year
For in Christophilia everyone has
A sense of excitement and cheer.
In the summer tourists from all
Around NationStates come in
They feel most delighted when they see
The world's largest Spandex Gin.
Even the Coke bottles on the streets
Don't stop them from having fun
They play Markanite Ball in the outdoor
courts, enjoying the sun.
Gas prices plummet, and grasshoppers hum
to the beat of the oddly-shaped drums
Gusts from the AC fill the air
And guitars sound their daily strums.
Beach bums chill right near the shore
With Pina Coladas in hand
While children bury other children
Three feet deep in sand.
But when Autumn slowly closes in
And the harvest gets its rain
The tourists leave, wishing that they could
Do this all again.
Entry 5
Shall i drop this sick beat
For the days of summer are near
Picnics on tables i shall eat
Fishing on docks with a beer
Whatever you see fit
Sundaes with a cherry
Running in the park; laughter that wont quit
Spending time with my daughter is for me
Before i lead this poem to an end
I shall leave something just for you
So an ear i need you to lend
For the last bit is a reverse Haiku:
Summer sun is so much fun
Refrigerator
Ice cream sandwiches for all
Entry 6
Cicada time
Early in the morning
as the sun begins
it’s slow climb out of bed
the beetles are already up
and showering in the
morning dew
aunt Sara and uncle Bob
are already hanging up
the morning washing
the spider and the
fly are already
playing the game of life
little Jimmy
and Naughty Jon
have already lost a ball
and the ant and
termite empires are
already hard hard at war
As the golden round
reaches the hight
of its reign
aunt Sara and uncle Bob
have passed out on the bed;
the majority of their clothes lie haphazardly in their stead
little Jimmy and Naughty Jon
are lying under a tree;
their skin dotted with the drops of water from their earlier swimming spree
but
the beetles are still
hard at work gathering
food for the night
the spider and the
fly have yet
to return to their stalls
and the ant and
termite empires
are still building up their walls
Entry 7
I miss Summer
I miss the sun,
its warming rays
that shine from up above.
To go outside,
with naught to care
bout weather's what I love.
But Winter's chill
embraced the land
from country to the sea.
It's far too cold
to leave my bed
until it's nearly three.
But one can't sleep
til afternoon;
society will judge.
Got things to do,
People to see,
so outside I must trudge.
I miss those bright
warm Summers days
Relaxing by the pool.
If you now tried
to go swimming
you would be quite the fool.
This grey season
does not compare
to Summer's majesty.
The clouds, the wind,
the frost and ice,
they are no good for me.
Oh stop that wind!
Why must you blow
your icy breath at me?
Just six more months
til Summer's back
and I will be happy.
Entry 8
Summer: The Bane of Mankind
Summer. The Bane of Mankind.
Mosquitoes, maggots, moths,
Termites, tics, and tourists,
Make my stomach Churn for Cold!
Neighbors’ kids defile my lawn,
While bird droppings and doggy-doo,
- foul remnants of decaying food -
Lie littered ‘round my molded trees,
Their odor wafting on stifling breeze.
Worms wallow proud in weeds of green,
And yellow fuzzy things find miserable solace
Under shade of filth piled high
From the Spring’s house cleaning
My wife did decree, and I – forced - agreed.
Then off to the Beach, feigning sparkle and clean,
Where paper, pop bottles, and trash galore
Roll and blow o’er sands of slimy damp gold.
(And where children have done foul things,
Best left untold!)
And The Beach People, O The Beach People,
With clothes quite scant!
Where gals over 70 should take to long pants,
And guys past 40 should wear baggy shirts,
So my eyes might truly remain unburnt!
But take heart, My Dearies, the Summer shall die
And Fall reclaim his Throne of Gold,
With the promise of Winter and bone-chilling Cold,
To rid us of Summer: The Bane of Mankind.
Entry 9
Summer
The sun is out
The clouds are gone
The kids will shout
And won't have time to yawn
Bye bye spring
We'll see you next year again
But summer is king
And more valuable than the yen
Entry 10
It's That Time Again.
It's that time again.
The sky is a shimmering blue blanket,
And I have to thank it for keeping the days a perfect ten.
I remember walking through the hills,
feeling the thrill of the flowers and fresh green grass against my ever growing legs.
It's that time again.
The sun's gaze on the world remains for longer,
The somber night sky being left to wonder over yonder.
The time when the serenade of a content, happy man in a little ice cream filled van
warms the hearts of the children and adults alike,
under the light of that one star.
It's that time again.
The rivers glitter, teeming with life,
and the wind fights to caress your face,
to keep it from getting too warm,
Whether it's the auburn dusk,
or the sparkling, ever returning dawn.
It's that time again.
Time to explore.
Time to run out and find love.
It's time to extend your reach to the stars above,
and hope that you reach serenity.
Because one day,
There won't be time again.
Entry 11
The Superb House
A house more superb than any house
Enter a house of magnificent grandeur
Revel in the gold, silver, and tacos
See how the members live at ease
Our namesake, Aersoldorf, stands as the leader
Look, a wizard who can turn you into a newt and
Distilled beverages to warm your heart
Of course your absence has made you grow wan
Remonstrate no longer and sign up with haste
For we could still use a court bard.
