English Department Poetry Contest
This is Poetry 2018
Deadline: April 22, 2017, 11:59 pm
- To write a poem about boundaries. This could include:
- physical boundaries
- emotional boundaries
- psychological boundaries
- boundaries drawn
- boundaries crossed
Take the theme as literally or figuratively as you wish.
- To blow the judges' minds.
DEADLINE: Sunday, April 22, 11:59 pm
Prizes: $125 (1st Prize) $75 (2nd Prize) $50 (3rd Prize)
Winning poems will also be published on the English department’s website.
To submit your work:
- If you don't already have one, create a Turnitin account at Turnitin. You will need
the following info to submit your work to Turnitin:
- Class ID: 17876812
- Enrollment password: poetry
- your full name
- your student ID number
- your e-mail address
- the name of your poem (If it doesn’t have a title, just specify “Untitled”)
- your totally awesome poem (Put only your student ID on the poem)
***Do NOT put your name on your poem***
Poetry Contest Winners Spring 2016
The First Bite
Men have always told me
I'd be prettier thinner.
The first man,
my pudgy stepdad,
always ate dessert
I’ve met many men
with such sweet teeth
whenever they bite down,
El Posole de Abuela
From the dirt roads in Ameca, Jalisco to the border town of Tijuana, Baja California
All the way to the cafes in Paris, France
Maria’s posole, a fiery color like that of molten hot lava
With hominy, soft to the bite as a white cookie.
Stir longing in others, but me.
The postcards came from all over the world.
Family and friends who had long dispersed, following their own journeys
Always wrote back about Maria’s posole.
She sat with her cracked hands, her gray-veins popping out like high ways
Stirring a pot of her infamous concoction
And I sat across from her with take out, ignoring what others across the world so desired.
“Tia, I wish I was having a plate of yours. Love, all the way from Paris, “
The latest post card read, with a glossy photo of the Eiffel Tower mocking me.
I kept on oblivious to the warm wonder that sat inches away from me, burger in hand.
I sit with the very same post card, in the same blue-tiled table
Wishing grandma were here sitting across from me
Postcards arriving about.
But grandma is gone.
And the postcards mock me still.
The Ice Cream Man
The taste of salt water runs south,
And the painful pressure in my throat begins to choke me.
I’m not the only one who waves down the man.
The man in van, with sweets for those who pay the price.
This big, built, broad, man, gives kids sweets.
Mom gives me money to give this man for sweets.
I don’t need money.
He gives me sweets for another price.
He has a son, same age, and size as me.
He wants to know if the undies fit just right.
My sweets come free, if I try them on for him.
They fit perfect.
Better than they should.
The man gets sweaty,
And the van gets hot.
He gives me my push-pop, and sends me on my way.
What Rhymes with Banana?
If I make up
A word then it
Will rhyme. Shoot, I
Don't know. Monkeys everywhere.
Eating slimy, smelly bananas.
Let me tolerate bananas.
Stop putting them in
My food. Throw those
Bananas away. Gnats Gnats.
Ew, kill them. Dang
Bananas. No, don't give
Me that banana pudding.
How about some bananas
In your smoothie? How's
About not? You eat
Bananas almost everyday. Ah!
I throw most away.
Don't go saying nothing.