Poetry Contest Winners
The Monroe County Library System is pleased to present the National Poetry Month Poetry Contest award winners! Congratulations to the award winning poets and thank you to everyone who participated. We look forward to seeing you next year!
Introducing Me to Myself
By Ingrid Ortiz
I write to find the pieces of myself that I have lost.
I write to define the pieces of myself, I have not yet found.
Between the lost and the found,
my true self has been forgotten.
Leaving aside a hollow shadow.
I see parts of myself in other people,
reminding myself I have given everything,
without expecting anything in return.
The satisfaction of that should fulfill my soul
or at least make up for it
Seeing the best in people has left me blind,
now I beg to see the best of me
I won’t be afraid
I’ll take back what I left in every step I took,
Building myself back together
I’ll lose myself to find me again,
I guess after all that’s who I am,
What I’ve lost and what I’ve not yet found.
By Sophie Dettling
For 3 generations,
At age 4,
I watched how bad love can hurt.
Half of mom’s heart drove away in a police car.
My big grey eyes saw the marks that “love” left.
They weren’t Valentine’s day hearts or Xs and Os.
They were bruises the size of softballs
and envelopes that piled up on the counter with big foreign words like “electricity.”
I couldn’t understand, I loved to get mail.
But this mail reminded mom that
At age five,
I sat in a dull room with a woman asking me who I loved.
“Mommy and Daddy.”
Mom’s eyes dropped.
For three generations,
Now it encompasses, motivates, and thrives.
Proving to this product of three generations of arrogant abusers and alcoholics,
That love doesn’t have to hurt.
Love is powerful.
It lifts three baby girls.
It fights through the tears.
It teaches black-toothed babies to read and broken fingers to write.
Love takes the scraps and tears and mends them
back into a person who can love again.
By Jami Creque
It’s just so comforting,
The only place I feel so good,
‘Real World’, what a terrible concept,
Someplace that I never understood;
Dreaming really is so nice,
Where some dream of fluffy mice,
Others dream of sheep, they do,
Or, whatever’s good for you;
Anyone can do anything,
Except, of course, flip a switch,
That’s just the rules in dreaming,
Try it out and give a twitch;
Your mind like a generator,
And hands like tools,
Anything you think is real,
It just can be: that’s the rules;
Of course there are some things you miss,
Like a hug or a kiss,
That’s not normal, but it’s okay,
Nothing is normal anyway.