How it works:
1. Pick up your favorite book or a book nearest to you.
2. Turn to page 42 and use the first 10 full words on the page in your poem.
3. You can use them in any order you want.
1. Any type of poem you'd like.
2. Any length you'd like.
3. I'll take up to 15 submissions. If submissions slow down and I am no longer recieving any then I'll close the contest.
4. Post them here or submit to TeenInk.
1st place - I'll rate/comment on 8 poems and 3 fiction/nonfiction pieces.
2nd place - I'll rate/comment on 6 poems and 2 fiction/nonfiction pieces.
3rd place - I'll rate/comment on 4 poems and 1 fiction/nonfiction piece.
Good luck and happy writing. (:
Hey, Lexus! I'm glad to be your first entry. So, the book I used is called Confessions of A Murder Suspect, by James Patterson. The first ten words on page 42 were these: murder, weapon, was, found, there, was, also, no, forced, entry. So, here's my poem:
In the dark of night,
I went to find you.
No one know,
That I loved you.
I came to your house,
And gave myself entry.
What I found,
Was not you.
What I found was the scene of a murder.
I found you lying,
There on the kitchen floor.
The murder weapon,
Was clearly the knife forced into your chest.
Your phone was lying,
Next to you,
91 were the numbers on the screen.
I stepped forward,
And gingerly removed the phone,
From the spreading pool of blood.
I added a 1,
And called the police.
When they came,
I let them in.
They looked at your body,
They looked at the knife.
I told them all I knew of you.
I told them of a sad child,
With raven-black hair,
And blue eyes.
With a rare smile,
And an even rarer laugh,
Both of which could lift away any darkness.
I told them of a young woman,
Who was kinder than any,
And was brave enough to face,
Any challenge the world would give her.
I told the police,
About how I found you,
Lying on the ground.
With your phone beside you,
In a pool of your spreading blood.
What I never told the police,
Was that I would find your killer,
And that I would kill him.
It took me a week,
Before I realized two things;
Who the killer was,
That my life died with you.
One week and one day after your death,
I drove my car,
And slammed into his,
On the Golden Gate Bridge.
The killer’s car went over the side,
And I opened my door.
I heard police serins wailing,
And I choose for my body,
To follow my life.
And I walked into my car,
And rove off the bridge,
To allow my body to follow my life.
Andy! You should submit that, that poem gave me chills. Greeeat job! You should see if any of your teenink friends want to submit. (;
Will do. But I don't have a name for the poem. Any ideas?
Hmm.. maybe it should be something about the guy following his life.. since that was an important part of the poem near the end. Like maybe the last line, 'To Follow My Life'.
I like that. Thanks!
Hey Lexus! :)
Here's my 10 words: ....thoughts stopped spinning and i remembered the pocketknife in my.....
Here's my poem:
Loving My Abuser
You threw me a round a bit, back then.
Almost like a merry-go-round,
You stopped the journey abruptly,
Flinging me to the ground,
Of our clandestine love
For at least one moment, the truth revealed.
Sometimes I knew how you hated me
While you kissed me,
And yet how did it matter, when I was so enraptured
I those moments, I remembered briefly
The bruises on my neck and arms, by your hands,
And then there was the pocketknife and the
Self-inflicted misery, self-hatred, and worse of all,
The thought that maybe
When all is brought to light, when I finally see you,
I really will be worth
And the lies and secrets—the love we shared—
Will be flung to the dust
And I’ll be left to lay in my own
And my moth-eaten depravity.
Hey! That was wonderful! Thank you for submitting. :)
Hi, Lexus! First of all, I loved your prompt soo much that I had to do this! But, I really don't have any poems...I'm just doing this for fun!
My 10 words are fun Divergent by Veronica Roth, and here they are: "'...right to choose his own way in this world.' Or..."
If I could have any superpower,
Any superpower at all
It would be to read minds.
I know you don’t understand,
You think I’m crazy,
But you wouldn’t if you knew
I wish I could just take one peek
Into that blond-covered head
To see what you think about.
Do you think about me
More than anything else in this world?
Or do you choose to think about
Those silly jokes that make everyone laugh
Even though just to your right,
There’s a girl who can’t stop thinking
About the way you make her laugh.
I wonder if you think not about
His or her laugh
But of my laugh…
If, in your own way,
You are reciprocating the
That’s burning inside me.
sorry, I don't know why it's all double spaced... whoops!
Thank you! I love it. :)
Is it too late to enter?
No ma'am! You can enter! (-: