Poetry Contests

Frozen In Words

This fire,
Is irritating.
This life,
Is devastating.

I look up frozen in snow,
Showing no emotion what so ever so.
The screamy road, reduced to a narrow passage of moans,
The streamy load, is such a heavy foe.

Holding your tongue, biting it and closing it up,
Giving away a gasp so long, while you wait for your mouth to shut up.
As you screech in terror, she's laughing at your reflection,
She's just a glitch she's just an error, she's a mistake not a perfection.

Heaven's in the front gate,
Don't stop, don't hesitate.
Don't worry, you ain't late,
For in my heart, you are to stay.

A coldness that chills, and makes you wonder,
Maybe you are ill, or love this is no longer.
Vivid odors, that used to play the guitar cords,
Shiny colors, now frozen in words.

I can’t wait to leave this world

I wake up everyday just to make a better world
Every time I go to the world, I’ll make it worst
This world is full of jokes, that man can’t face a war
I love to see my day goes by, without being cursed

Why should I stay in this world, if there’s are no adventures
Adventures is my life to see another world that belongs to me
This world should be in peace instead of me leaving to nature
Changing the world would not make it better cause them

Thy world is worth a lot to me but terror and war is still here
Education, Life, Survivor, Proud, The Future, and Happiness is I
I been hidden the fear just to survivor the world that is near
There’s nothing that I should keep moving forward without life

I hear, I smell, I see, and I believe is the other world calling me
I am taking a step another step to leave this world without mercy

-Angel L Gonzalez Jr.

My eyes closed, and I am still, except for the beating of my heart.. 
But what is a heart when it's stone, cold but bleeding..
What is a heart when its last warmth and feelings is receding..

My ears are open, and I am still, waiting for the right moment..
But it gives time to find the right word to start..
But what is the right word when it is measured, weighed and comes from a frozen heart..

My mouth begins to open, for I try to speak, thoughtful and meaningful words..
There are just a few, small but come on strong..
But they help to correct all I've done wrong..

" I'm sorry" from the depths of my stone-cold-frozen and bleeding heart...

Far Away

Transparent spirit pictures
Swimming in the open sky
Its wings are bold letters
Keep your feet up and never lie
Everything gone unanswered
Everything came unknown
Not until I opened my eyes

I want you in my way
We have got this far
Never go away
Everyone has their scars

Every episode comes a question
Don't know if it fits my mind
Sometimes I leave it all behind
Sometimes it lets me down
Every chapter has a caution
Weak hope and broken trust
Not until illusions turn to dusts

You're a part of me
I'm a part of you
Even we're far away
I'll stay close to you
Allian Bern Fuentes

A Hero With His Dark Mask

I hid my blackened bones and flipped the angel in front
I did this every time I meet the messengers passing through
To cover up my face and give the mask which I am not
A thousand storms and bullets I blew
My left hand heals the lost, my right hand kills the ghost
Find me in every miles and in every words
You would lift me up and name me with all mosts
But deep behind I'm not the flint tone of my chords
Allian Bern Fuentes

To Her Beauty

If 'beauty' Be the self satisfied pride she bears,
Each Fly do wing around her cherubic sweet face,
As they; lovers seek what her anonymous covers,
And dream them in a transient trace.

When 'beauty', a self possessed pride, you Worn,
Each fly does wing around your wilt grace,
As what lovers opine, 'how your beauty haste flown;
As falls the man in his transient race'.
Nithin purple

The A Team

Long ago,
When I was eighteen.
I felt the sky so low,
That I left the A team.

I was up by the upper hand,
And now I'm gone with another land.
It's too cold tonight,
For angels to fly.

When the sky opens,
And mountains rise,
When heavy wings,
Spread to fly.

When wrinkles disappear,
Along with the pain that is so severe.
Taste the sky in real life again,
And sweet your lips before counting from one to ten.

Moving fingers slightly,
To the right.
Getting another smiley,
Tonight.

Let your light shine,
And brightly be mine.
Let your colors burst,
Color me first.

Coldness shudders throughout my everything,
My extremities chill till waiting for another thing.
Walking alonside the narrow edge of the shore,
And waiting for you a little more.

I taste the salty water,
And feel the white sand run through my fingers.
As she screams not to follow her,
I sink to the smelly stinkers.

Cold rain is so sweet,
Damp heat is so oblique.
Powder starts to be lit,
A kindle that burns my feet.

I cry and sob,
I kill the trees,
And turn them to logs.
I chill and die,
And still I try to fly,
While looking for another fight.

The distance is killing me,
Time and space have become the enemy.
Light and sound seem to drown,
In all this distant drought.

I want to see you maybe,
Even though lately,
I will practically,
Lose you baby.

I have been so mean,
That in me you can't believe in.
Even though I'm already in,
The A Team.

Please tell some poetry contest in which the new teenaged poets like me can participate and have a chance to show our talent..

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The Poet Killer

It is another night that full of dread
that another flesh swinging dead
Sooner they identify that the corpse is a poet
the event gives a terrible message and a treat
Tremble of a succession night and day
bloods and bodies of poets lay
on the streets and alleys.

Canals and Tunnels full of bloods
limbs of trees has hanging arms,
scattered heads and poets heart.

No more songs, poems or stories
Poet killer diminish poetry
with his deeds makes one's worry
and lift our lives to anxiety.

Another night that full of dust
when a tragedy comes in my house
the bulbs dim and immediately bright
And the Poet killer is in my sight
A glimpse, and I close my ears and eyes
and my sweat running that wrap me ice.

I open my eyes but still he's in
holding my pen and a bottle of ink
He acquaint that I inspire him
with my writings that gives him scheme.
He return my pen and harshly said
write my story and I will be glad
as an exchange of Poet's freedom
and he fade with a single whip of drum.

aldrich suarez