Below is one of the contest entries.
This bomb had changed history. This bomb was like a water balloon dropping to the ground. This bomb made me feel terrifed like anything else. My body was a stone as the horror was dropping right in front of me. There was a bright flash in the distance. Was it death? Was it just a bright flashlight? I only knew the answer after I woke up. I have found death all around me. Dreams have been shatterd like glass. The beliefs that the people made. The people who survived a horryfing day. Peace is what they believe in. Peace is the key to end that is all to end.
— Patrick Kolodziej
All Poems Submitted to the Contest