Poetry Competition Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

, I asked. "Exactly January 24th, next year; provided there are no disturbances and factors that could hinder it. If para venture it's postponed, the organization is going to let us know. Do we understand?" "Yes ma'am" we replied. I could see it that everyone was excited to be chosen for the competition. Mrs. Stella adjusted some files on the table. "So you all have a task. Your poem for entry into the competition is to be submitted before Wednesday, next week. That's exactly six days now. We have to forward it to the organization via their official website. Should I trust you guys to do this?"

“Then why are there so many people?” “Because there is a prize for the winner.” My eyes widen. “No kidding! How much?” “It used to be fifty grand back in the day, but it upgraded to one hundred and fifty grand.” My hands round his arm tighten and I stare at him to see if he’s joking, but there is no humorous trace on his face. “No wonder there are so many people around here.” “I know. Youth can be that way with free things. I can tell you sixty per cent are not even into poetry at all.”

Mr Winters said and everyone nodded in affirmative. "Mig,Elva" Fleur called,her gaze fixed on something in Braun's iPod. "Yes" We answered. "Braun just showed me something...There is a competition coming up in two weeks time..it's created by the wealthiest politicians in Mexico...it'll be done annually and It's based on modelling and music..the competition are for popular models and musicians...

The competition kept on going, and when it was Lane's turn, he openly gave his opponent ten thousand worth of gold and his opponent left the competition, causing him to win the round. I bit my finger in regret. If only I had been paired with Lane, I would've gotten that money instead. I think Lane knew what I was thinking because he gave me a greasy smile from on top of the stage. "The next round of the competition is simple. Poems. This time, you would be divided into groups. Seven in each group so you all better choose well. Find your pair in ten minutes. After that, the second round will continue." Abel clasped my hand and reeled me in until we were only inches away from each other's lips

He had already let Penelope down before, so this time, no matter what, he had to become the best child in her eyes. "Alright, kiddos. The first mission is the Poetry Challenge, where you'll have to complete the rest of the poem!" Patrick announced. He then held up a large display board with each child's name at the top. "If you get an answer right, I'll draw a flower under your name. Whoever has the most flowers by the end will be the winner of this challenge. "The first one is easy. Two roads diverged in a…" "Yellow wood!" the kids all chorused.

The crowd went wild with cheers. "The competition will include painting, drawing, poem, literature, music, singing, and lastly dancing.” Ruby smile. This was going to be an easy win for her. For she was talented in all areas of what the stage master said. “Now, we may, be able to find a beauty to uphold the title of Southern Border’s beauty,” said the stage master. There was applause from all directions. "Now, it’s been so decades since anyone is able to compete against the Great Beauty of the Northern Border. So, hopefully this time around we can find the one to take the title!" said the stage master.

I was enjoying it… until one of the poets suddenly turned to me. “Your Luna, can you help explain this better for us?” “Luna… Luna… Luna…” Why Luna every time? “You want me to explain to everyone?” I asked. “Yes, ma’am.” “I think it will be an honor if you explain it and also judge the winner,” he added. Me? Judge? It’s not that I don’t know poetry… but this one is not something I can just solve like that. It is a little bit hard. “Hmm… can you say it again?” I asked, pretending like I didn’t hear it well.

Allisya felt bored, aimlessly scrolling through I*******m without Aris by her side, as he was currently busy handling work with Andre. However, her spirits instantly lifted when she saw a poetry competition hosted by her campus. This was her chance to revive a talent that had been buried and forgotten for years. "Wow, I have to join this," Allisya muttered, snapping a photo of the poster to note the date. ***

The pretty lady on-stage said to her mic, “Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is Penny and I’m the host for the Poetry League. I’ll now come up with a theme where everyone should base their poetry composition on. Whoever writes the best will earn the title The Gifted Hibiscus Scholar! You should know this title is the highest honor for scholars and literati!” Penny scanned the crowd. “It’s deep into autumn, so the theme for this year’s Poetry League is Autumn. Whoever writes the best poem wins!”

"This is regarding the poem you wrote for the 'The Pen Is Mightier Than the Sword' contest in grade 8." Bile rose in my throat as memories flooded back. I had poured my heart into that poem. The theme that year had been personal growth, empathy, and anger. I did not want to be reminded of my mother because she had been the subject matter of the poem in question. But hearing Cupid's inquisition about the poem caused a sense of unease to wash over me. How did they even know about that poem? And why were they bringing it up now?