Poetry Contests

If I die: My Soul to Take;

Thee soul in rest;
Apart from the flesh,
Departs from the rest

Alone it is, rest alone in peace.
To world a dead flesh:
To soul; a world alive

The beat of heart stops,
The soul start to haunt,
For a land to soar high for a place:

Heaven above…
Yet the soul feels the fall of paradise

Heaven beyond, sky I gazed,
Ground I walked;
Ground beneath I’m buried,

Heaven still above,
Blind I became,
Crying I came,
Smiled I Learnt, to heart I laughed
Shall I leave tears to many?
Thousand dreams I dreamt,
I’d seen millions smiled.

Life is but a candle: burning down.
We lived to die, turning to dust.
She melts down, burning to bottom remains.
So does this life…?
We live within but for a remain soul;
A soul that seeks for a free land

Womb to tomb; Mud to dust,
Empty flesh I came; empty handed I’d lounge.

Shadows followed me
Me to become one;
I am, but only a shadow now…

If I die: my Soul to be seized;

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She waited till everyone have slept and she walked out of her room
Walking with a lighted up candle, trying to forget about the upcoming traumatic doom
She tries to be sanguine, but she knows the end is soon

She reached the door, memories began to cascade
She want to speak her heart out before it's too late
But she doesn't want him to build high hopes, then leave

She doesn't want to touch his heart then plod away
Or maybe she would fall for him more that she would like to stay
She texted him, " Meet you on the last hour of May"

The next day she texted him the place
Her heart was beating in a great race
She feels that tonight, she will have her longest daze

She waited for him, he appeared, wearing his big black combat boots
Only one look in the eyes, made her lose
He clasped her to his bosom, that made her soothe

" I'm fearful of having one foot in grave before holding you tight
I was never planning to fall for you, it was away from my sight
So here I am, standing infront of you, after losing my self fight"

Too Painful To Recall
by: Myla Rose Gigante

Hard as it may seem again
Staring with all the pain
Bear in mind t'was just a game
But in heart it was a shame
How could I let this betide
When I still got blear-eyed
I looked up and closed my eyes
But just heard the sad goodbyes
I wish t'was just a nightmare
Seeking castle in the air
Grabbing every piece to hold
Trying to escape the cold
I opened my eyes and saw
An old and black rose that grow
Full of thorns in each dark bud
Leaves surrounded with cold blood
I touched the arrow-like thorns
But just got deep cuts and burns
I placed my hands in bosom
And felt t'was deeply broken
The innermost was shattered
Love and hope were obliterated
How can I dwell this feeling
If its like a hell burning
Heart is melting and screaming
My mind's silently crying
Gasped to unthink of it all
For t'was too painful to recall
No more feelings to be drained
No more such love to be cared

Please Stay..

I found myself walking barefooted under the rain
In a cold, dark and lonely night
I was alone, shivering and freezin'
In a white night gown
I tried to look around
But I saw nothing
All I can see was the darkness of the night
And raindrops was all I can feel
I tried to call your name
But no voice came out in my mouth
I am still freezin' and still walking in the middle of nowhere
I embraced myself and felt that my heart was beating too fast
I was so terrified and my feet was trembling
I don't know where I am
I don't know this place
I tried to run but I stumbled and fell on the ground
I tried to get up but I can't moved my body
My feet was in a great pain
My heart was broken and crying inside
And felt my tears run down my face
I tried to shout many times
Somebody help me please?
But I heard nothing, not even my voice
For 'twas my mind that kept shouting for help
It is so painful
Knowing that I'm the only person in this dark and unknown place
So deeply broken
While my tears flowed so hard as I plead
Where are you?
Will you please stay with me?
'Coz I don't know what to do
If you're not here with me
Please, I am longing for your love,
Your touch
Your kiss
Your comfort
The whole you is the only thing I needed
Now and forever
Please come and stay with me...

The Black Stallion
By Sophia Engel

Aloft the wind
I ride the night sky
I see the world through a much different eye
Rural, black and Deadly I am

Power, beauty
Strength and grace
I feel the spirits of ancestral space
I speak the unspoken word
of mother natures brutal world
Rushing winds
And tearing storms
Threatening yet not achieving
To bring me down

Pride of herd
The leader
The stallion
Sisters and brothers
I live ever-watchful standing by others
Watching, listening
For threat and danger

We run and gallop
Through wind and rain
Never stopping
Never resting
A kaleidoscope of colors
Flying through the forest pride
Through nettles, thorn and deadly tide
The short, the tall, the long of mane
No two ever the same

I know the chance
I know the fear
I know the forest ways
I live on the edge
For death crouches near
I feel its breath on my neck

On my back I carry a load
Through storm and calm
Ever vigilant and bold
Strength and bravery rage inside me
Natures will always guide me
Through wind and rain
To high and low
Over cliffs and Mountain tops

I have died in battle twice already
Killed by man
Hunted by predator as I roamed the land

Yet I survive
I take each step with pride
I am ever loyal to those who seek
The free life, the wild life
For I am feral and wild
For I am the Black stallion
The King of the wild

Daydreaming

I took it all to heart,
each hasty smile and modest gesture,
each syllable of dispassionate word,
to a stage where even I was persuaded,
the rays veiling your face
in perfect symmetry,
were by your own hand.

I coveted you so,
for what were you incapable?
See, you were the rays,
as you were the smile, the gesture,
and the word.
Everything created, then destroyed
by unadulterated hand,
but all only in my sight.

Now I mistrust.
There are words I thought were spoken
and actions I thought displayed—
In fact, illusions and trickery.
But now I see,
how you were a dream,
borne of a skeptic in dangerous reverie.

This guise I had burdened on you,
I all the time unawares,
For it had seemed,
that when I said move
—you moved.
And when I said speak
—you spoke.

How does something appearing
so concrete, so essential
be confused with truth?
—to savor another's words
and have them be your own—
Eyes blind and still
having dreams of distant realms—
but forget it.
Happiness has gained on me,
now knowing the best of truth.

Now there is only whisperings
of lost voices.
No more apparitions of smiles,
gestures, or words—
such trivial necessities,
conceived by a fool
in want of an actor.

If I Had Ten More Minutes

If I had ten more minutes
and my voice was not faint
nor my face so devoid
or my mind so blank,
I would profess—

But I'm afraid of words
which might betray lips,
For what is kept
is of my eyes—
that impulsive organ
I've attempted to stray;
hooded, hazed.

Construing a montage
ever playing:
concerns, worries
fears, and doubts,
Come to life
in bursting light
whilst straining in the dark.

And if such creations
could speak—
or better
could be heard—
through the mist of passion
And masks of pride,

I would profess
All in my heart;
Every quaint murmur
Forsaken night and night.

Little Forest

In a solitude standing beside the window,
The memory of childhood in my mind pass through,
As I close my eyes and let the past flow,
Half of a sweet smile in my face and pinch of pain draw.

I used to have my own kingdom and sanctuary,
Where my bare feet stepping the carpet of a green grass,
The touch of the cloud curtain dazzling calmly,
And the ceiling of a blue sky keeps the scenery perfectly.

There, I have a special bench made by branch of a tree,
And a wall of a huge and tall plants protecting me,
The breeze of my friend wind always kissing me,
While I'm overlooking the real nature of beauty.

I treasured that kingdom where I am the princess,
When I'm coming I heard the clapping of the leaves,
And the trumpet began humming by crackling of branches,
All vowed and dance saying " Welcome Your Highness" .


Lying In that soft bed of dry leaves is my favorite,
With a pillows of hard and rough roots of the trees,
A comfortable blanket that invisibly made,
Give me a warm feeling to have a deep sleep.

But there's one thing I really adore in that place,
If I sang a song i heard the second voice of the birds,
I can hum, shout and follow the beat of music,
And nobody will say.. " Go away and stop it."

Now...how i missed that little forest.

?? ????? / Oh Syria!

Reality is lost and I fear…
That someday.. somewhere so near…
I will fall amongst the people so dear…
I fear…that I’ll just be another one
Another one lost…

I wonder what the cost of my life is
Not to get too political…
But i want to know what the cost of my life is
Is it money…is it land
I do not own any of them…I’m just a simple man

I remember..when I ran across your land…
I remember when I kissed my grandmother’s hands..
But you ripped my away from her..from my home
You ripped my away from my heart…you ripped me away from my soul

I feel helpless..I feel low…
It’s hard to play along when I know…I have no role
I have become a slave.
After all the love i gave.

When I look at my country…people I want to save
When I look around me…people I need to change
It seems like a hard thing to do…
when the range of people is way bigger than you

Freedom…oh how much I've heard that word
Freedom…oh how this idea has become absurd
When God gave us life…
He warned us only he can take our lives…

Oh Syria…my home
Oh Syria…my all
Oh Syria…what did they hurt you for?
Oh Syria…I’m here…I won’t let them hurt you anymore…
I am Proud to be your son…