It’s time to announce the winners of our poetry contest! Thanks to everyone who submitted a piece — our team had a great time reading these seasonal poems. We’ll be contacting the winners by email today about their prizes.
Our winners are:
Winner: Heather O’Flynn, “Butterfly”
Runner-Up: Michael Greiner, “Fleeting Sands”
Runner-Up: C. Walker, “Dear Old Summer”
Read the winning submissions below.
It was her last summer.
Silently, with no applause,
Translucent, light-drenched skin left her limbs.
Her body, the wise sage,
Knew what she did not.
She readied herself,
Reveling in the ocean’s dance with the sun,
Ancient heart and fresh wings aflutter.
And she remembered what home felt like,
As she waited for the arrival of herself.
Runner-Up: Fleeting Sands
In the golden haze of a lost summer’s day,
A love bloomed and danced, like wildflowers sway.
Two souls entwined, hearts aflame,
Embracing the warmth, forever it became.
Underneath the sun’s tender embrace,
We wove dreams of love, in an endless chase.
Whispered secrets in the evening breeze,
Moments of bliss, like honeyed melodies.
Hand in hand, we strolled by the shore,
Leaving footprints upon sands, forevermore.
The ocean echoed our laughter and glee,
A symphony of love, boundless and free.
But like the tides, love began to recede,
Leaving behind echoes of what used to be.
Time slipped through our fingers, like grains of sand,
And our summer love slipped from our hand.
Now the memories linger, bittersweet,
A faded photograph, a heart’s retreat.
A love lost in the ebbing tide,
A treasure cherished, though it no longer abides.
Yet in the depths of my soul, a flickering flame,
A glimmer of hope, that love’s not in vain.
For somewhere, someday, in a summer anew,
I’ll find a love that’s forever true.
Runner-Up: Dear Old Summer
The air confounds the nostril by its heat
Certainly, this must be dear old summer
How long I’ve waited since you were last here!
Why, if anyone I’d have luck to meet
You’d be gone if my dumb luck were dumber
And then again I’d have to wait a year!
Young spring just left, I hope you saw her go
She left you gifts of blooming flowers nigh
Though I had distaste of her strange weather
She was good change of pace from winter’s snow
And came with timid rush, abrupt but shy
A playful breeze, newborn wispy aether
I have been waiting long, but now no more
Come sit with me, let’s spend this honest time
I know you best by this great heat you sow
And by the bursting sand on way to shore
Through tang of a mojito, as the lime
This is the place to be, nowhere to go
Summer, while we rest, I must remind you
Of all the memories we made, long past
Like me exploring with my crabbing net
Or drinking sun tea with that maple hue
And then when you were ready, at long last
Granting me explosion of a sunset
There were those plenty moments in the sea
As well as dampened forest with the mites
And I cannot forget my family!
How brightly you shone down to let me see
The joy imbued in us by firelight sights
If I could now, to then I’d go and flee
But now suffices, doesn’t it, my friend?
You have me sitting by your greening earth
Below your eager sun and blooming sky
I say, it feels like you will never end
This bubbly, endless feeling is your worth
And if my face weren’t smiling, it would cry