One-line Poetry Competition!

Let's celebrate mourn the end of NaPoWriMo with a contest which does not actually involve writing poetry. You have one task. Dig through the mountains or mole hills of poetry you have written, and pick your absolute favorite single line. The only requirement is that it most be from a piece you have previously written, and it has to be one line.

Now here's the other caveat. This is going to be an audience judged contest! After I receive the submissions from all of the contestants, I will put together a poll and the line which receives the most votes will be the winner!

Winner of what, you ask?
1st place - 2500 points and a poem written about you (minimum 7 lines)!
2nd place - 1500 points and a haiku written about you!
3rd place - 1000 points!
[All points courtesy of the amazing and insane Iggy.]

The deadline for this will come up pretty fast so search quickly!
Deadline is Monday, May 5 (whenever it ends for you)
Please post your entries in this thread.

PLUS I can neither confirm nor deny that my personal favorite will also receive a special secret prize...

Question!

Line like this

Or line
Like
This. (i.e. One sentence)

Poem seven, found here: Iggy's NaPo Attempts [2014]

I dropped; the music outrivaled by the beast beneath my feet

from pretty much my only notable poem: If Random Were a Language, I Would Eat Chocolate

Give me two minutes and I'm sure this'll be worth your time.

>.>

@HighTop

Line like this. <<<<On one line.

"she catches hold of her name by the tail of the h."

" it's a rusty chain of words linked together, swaying by the whispering winds "

From my class project a year ago.

"All decaying, their souls withering into the soil, muttering words that emitted no sound."

This is a line from my poem Horton's Egg

"Because elephants don't sit in trees."

Her heart dropped with a silent 'oh'.

Do they have to be from published works?

From: loneliness
and you begin to de(live)r the (sad)istic truth

Nope! They can be from any poem you have ever written, published or not.

The breeze caught her hair; twisted it, pulled it back, and let it go.