Student Poetry Contest 2018

Our First Annual Student Poetry Contest

The month of April is known as National Poetry Month. To mark the occasion, we invited our students to submit poems they wrote to our first annual poetry contest. 

The response from our students overwhelmed us. Not only did we receive nearly 200 entries, but the quality of poems submitted was more than we could have hoped for. 

And the Winners Are…

When selecting the winning poems, our judges focused on the theme, diction, the use of imagery, rhythm, and musicality. 

Featured below are first place, second place, and several “honorable mention” poems. These poems stood out among the numerous promising entries. We hope you appreciate the works of some brilliant aspiring poets. 

First place and second place winners were awarded Amazon gift cards. All the poems featured here were also published to the Apex Learning Virtual School on Facebook and Google+.

First Place – My great aunt and Alzheimer’s disease by Zoe F.

Second Place – A Poem by Naomi Z.

Honorable Mention – Student’s Ode to Now by Sofia B.

Honorable Mention – The Chains by William A.

Honorable Mention – The Trail of Despair by Blake S.

Honorable Mention – The Mysterious They by Megan G.

Honorable Mention – You by Madison B.

Honorable Mention – Rome Was Not Built in a Day by Zoe U.

First Place Poem

My great aunt and Alzheimer’s disease. A Poem by Zoe F.

My great aunt and Alzheimer’s disease

by Zoe F.

Remember that one cloudy December when I forced open the door

and a bucket of snow crashed soundlessly on my feet?

Ice cubes formed around each individual toe,

the blood in my veins froze like a thin dribble of lava

hardening to a cool pumice, rock solid as

your smoky, burned bread. The ice melted when

Laughter oiled your vocal cords. Remember when

we celebrated America’s insurgence against Britain,

flipping down the tailgate and yelling

“victory” to the skies? Dark debris, like brown-powdered sugar,

littered your hair that night. You couldn’t stop scratching your scalp.

Beads of crimson blood dried under your nails but

Never dried up your humor like the stream

In our backyard, now a crevice full of smooth, round gray stones.

I watch your eyes crinkle at the corners when you look at me,

I know you love me just as you loved spongy, sweet vanilla cake only

two years ago. But I just wish I could penetrate your skull to know

if you remember who I am.

Second Place Poem