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Celestial Blood Poetry Contests: "Rain" Results

About Our Poetry Contests


Starting on April 23rd, we have been running two week long contests on Wattpad, posted weekly. We are now on our 6th contest, and will continue to add more as the weeks pass. if you would like to enter one of our contests or read the many talented poet's entries, please check it out here.


Rain drops on branches.

Contest #3 (5/6 - 5/19) - Results


In our second Wattpad contest, we asked poets to submit a poem inspired either by the phrase "Rain" or by the image above. We received many imaginative and powerful poems. It was a hard choice, but we were able to pick our three favorites!


 

Rain: Third Place


Third Place - by @DragonflyPoetry



I wanted to believe that all this water could wash away the sins my


Lips could not lick clean


But I knew I was wrong




About: Joy loves creative writing, singing, dancing, and drawing. Read more of her work in Nightmares of Burying Victoria and Dreams of Being Victoria.


 

Rain: Second Place


Second Place - "Puddle" by N.o.v.a (@TheMasterAssassin101)



Tripping into a puddle of rainbow swirls and plum daydreams,


I fall into a river of tears,


I am drenched in gold souls and the smell of roasted hazelnuts.


Crystal snow flutters in the bleak breeze,


it melts on my fingertips


and I giggle like a child as snowflakes tickle


my coral nose and sunlit cheeks.


There is a pleasant warmth in


the air, though I am shivering


like a leaf during a hurricane.


There is a refreshing silence


that breaks when I crunch the snow underneath


my fuzzy boots.


All is calm.


All is good.


I watch the sunset on the elated horizon,


as gracious tears make their way down


my small face.


They drip onto the icy sand and


evaporate into a frozen whiff.


Ice tears and lucid snow.


Raw breaths and brisk winds.


I sigh in content.


All is calm.


All is good.


I am sucked back


into the puddle,


doused in freezing waters.


It starts to rain.


The raindrops drip onto the surface


of the magical puddle


and the world I once knew,


vanishes within the ripples.


All that is left


is my god-awful reflection


and the fading of a familiar feeling,


as I am left,


soaking up reality,


in the dry rain.




About: N.o.v.a is 15 years old and she started writing poetry about 4 years ago. Please check out her other poetry in her book Neptune.


 

Rain: First Place


First Place - "Bugs during rain" by @S-Ingrate



You can move a mountain


But never punch a raindrop


If we get our just deserts


Life ain't a cakewalk


Big talk, businessmen


Hotspots, and makeup


Bacon and skyscrapers


Pancakes and K-pop




We just pay attention to the floods


Never mind the sprinklers that are hanging from above


If we do we celebrate the flowers with new buds


Never say the showers also tend to murder bugs


You should take a look at what does happen on the bus


All that salt ain't healthy, it ain't healthy for the slugs


Umbrellas always up, whether wealthy or a bum


Logically it don't always just rain inside the slums


Down come the cannonballs on the plants and animals


Life is like a basketball, now you're telling me


Crushing force is "miniscule", still we become cannibals


There's no second chances, oh, like a spelling bee




We just pay attention to the storms


As if nothing ever happened several weeks before


It isn't like an infected-apple stranger worm


It builds itself little small cocoons before it's born


First task, don't be scared of rain on the forecast


No need to barricade the doors if you have a doormat


Rain is painful too, and it's best to not ignore that


So afraid of being swatted, just remember who we blow at.




About: S-Ingrate writes rhyming poetry/raps about mental health-related topics. His goal as a poet is to help other people feel better with his writing. See more of his poems/raps in his books iNFRA, The Book of Guilt, and The Straddlers.


Note: Rap the poem above, and you'll understand why we picked it. It sounds amazing, and it's a lot of fun, especially if you're doing it in a quiet and isolated room by yourself.


 

Submit Poetry Today!


Celestial Blood Literary Magazine is currently open for submissions. We love to read all kinds of poetry and appreciate the work you put into creating it. Submissions are free, and we respond with personalized responses within one week. Submit now!


 
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