All the entries are in so this weekend I was going to start the judging for my contest.
I usually don't read any poems until I start the judging. However I have looked on the page that lists them all for a quick skim and a lot of poems won't qualify because they are written in Free Verse or Rhyme but not open couplets.
Please review your entries against the instructions and study the example given.
Open Couplets have a rhyme at the end but the thought runs on (enjambment)
It can be on any subject. The title of my Contest was a play on Open Couplets not a subject.
Please review the rules again, that I will repost here, then go and make your corrections.
I will give you another week.
Thanks for choosing my competition. I do want to be fair.
What to Submit?
1 original, poem on the theme of ............. Any Subject
Only Acceptable Form- Must be written with Open Couplets.
These are different from heroic couplets where the end of the line completes a thought.
Looking for Enjambment here. Meaning flows as the lines progress, and the reader’s eye is forced to go on to the next sentence.
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
'Gainst the hot season; the mid forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
All lovely tales that we have heard or read:
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.
Nor do we merely feel these essences
For one short hour; no, even as the trees
That whisper round a temple become soon
Dear as the temple's self, so does the moon,
The passion poesy, glories infinite
Haunt us till they become a cheering light
Unto our souls, and bound to us so fast,
That, whether there be shine, or gloom o'ercast,
They alway must be with us, or we die.
This poem provides an example of the use of open couplets.
ENDYMION, BOOK I
\John Keats 1884
See the whole poem on the link above
First Prize, Glory
Second Prize, Glory
Third Prize, Glory
Twelve Honorable Mentions
Preparing Your Entry
Submit one copy of your poem online. Format your poem. Please make your entry easy to read — no illustrations or fancy fonts.
Poems should be in English. Poems translated from other languages are not eligible, unless you wrote both the original poem and the translation.
A Note to Poetry Contestants
You are welcome to enter this contest, whether or not you won a prize in one of my previous contests.