Poetry Contests

Candle in the wind

In a dark gloomy night
And the around was blessed with fear and fright
Rain, lightning and thunder storm
snatched away the sweet night`s charm

A child of ten and two
Was dressed in red and blue
Lapped by a mother tight and close
A last hug of her dear son, she knows.'
In her tender but shivering arms,
Try to make him calm.

Her love Faith and tears
All were melting in despair
Helpless to ease her child`s pain
She prayed but all in vain.
The mother was sure
That her son`s curse will never be cured
And he will never see and hear
The next rising sun and the morning cheers.

In his meek broken voice
The boy stated last his choice
'But why heaven cursed me so?
Like storm engulfs an exhausted dove
Did I do any wrong that much?'
That spared my soul for devil`s touch?'

'I just followed the butterflies
And echoed the singing birds cries
Wandered around the daffodils and lilies
And was friendly with every living species
Loved the colors of rainbow
And always versed in a gentle lingo, '
Then why my cursed not ceased?
Deprived from all fun and feast'

Ah! His poor broken heart mother
Kissed him hard and Burst into tears
'O heaven send thy mercy
Spare my child from such harsh tendency
He is just two and ten
And never did any sin.
My heart is bleeding
And you're even not heeding
Bless his soul and ease his dying breaths
Be kind O lord! In these hours of death.

n a black coal mine
You are the diamond in the rough
Shimmering as blazing as sun
You have power to make us blind
With your sheen

On the saddest day of the life
You are the miraculous joy
Vehement, frenzied and raving
You have power to make us cry
With a laugh so hard

In the abandoned entity
You are a pleasant friend
Amusing, affectionate and authentic
You have power
To make a veteran truth false

I hoped you'll stay long
But you may go because you wish to be so
But the time with you
Was crucial, candied and charming
And no matter how far we live
No matter how critical time we'll go through
I'll always miss you
I'll always miss you

My Amnesia Girl

the past...the memories..all gone
with the blink of her eyes..i can see nothing but darkness...
darkness..it's all there..
why..how could it be..
everything that has been built..
framed with laughter and tears..
they.. all disappeared..
too hard...too hard to bear..
so many days..years that's been together..
warmth on my arms..
it's gone..
now...just an innocent love whose trying to put things together..
hoping for any strings..
images of the past...
that has been blurred..faded..and buried itself..deeper than the deepest ocean..
and I...nothing but an old friend..that's what it should be..
don't try to meddle..
just past through the hurdle..
and see what's next..
I have no choice but to let it be..
time should come..it will..
on any other way..these would be all right...

Hope can be Meaningful
With sights in and sights out
Giving up is not an option
To overcome this doubt.

Peace can be quietness
With all the lights on or all the lights out
Noise is not an option
To overcome this doubt.

Love can be sacred
With intimate love and love that is Stout
Hate is not an option
To overcome this doubt

Happiness can be at PEACE
With HOPE and LOVE being loud
Sadness is not an option
To overcome this Doubt

I look at my past with a simple blink
Wishing you was here so we can still have a drink
There was good times we had
There was even times that were bad

Our heart aches didn't last
We always started over with a different task
Hoping to see knew light
While hoping it didn't end in a fight

Mom said we are just alike
When we talk were on a different flight
Going on about bickering things
We both ignore what cause's the pain

At times we were tolerant to each other
Is the best time we didn't want to be bothered
I don't want this time to be sad
Just want to tell you I love you dad

Title: Wired To Kill



Once upon a time, when clocks weren’t real,

Around the same time no one knew how to feel.

A beautiful woman strolled through the square,

A smirk on her face she knew people would stare.

But not one pair of eyes pointed in her direction,

Just silent winds, howling at her reflection.

The woman was amazed at this unusual reaction,

So she let her smile do all of the action.

Still, no one looked, no one cared,

Nothing but her smile and the sun’s red glare.

Outraged by this mysterious place,

Thoughts in her mind as she started to pace.

Looking around, she saw a figure,

Out in the far, it was the grave digger.

She approached this man, and smiled at him,

No response, as the sun starts to dim.

Saddened by this terrible shunning,

The woman thought of something very cunning.

She re-approached the digger and grabbed his hand,

Quick as the thunder, it turned into sand.

Scared to death, the woman let out a scream,

Just to find herself awoken from a dream.

She started to weep, she started to cry,

She catches her breath, while she let out a sigh.

She looks to the corner, she see’s a man,

Dead as the night, cold as a fan.

In shock, she looked at her hand,

Bloody like hell, it turns into sand.

Beautiful, lost, and frozen still,

Just a pretty face, wired to kill.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Oblivion; eddies, tender tit-
illation, spearheaded fluctuation;
egressing from throat's abyss, our Father
and Mother's virgin tongues lock in tranquil bliss.

Por que brilliance bore membrane, Por qué?Porque!
without porqué explodes synergies sin-
gularity. Theories relativ-
ity; therefore E=MC²!

soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo anyone up to a challenge i have this idea in mind we have around 20 contestant and we assign 3 judges the contest will be 3 round, first round only 10 poems will be selected from the 20 contestant, second round 5 poems from the 10 contestant, third round 3 poems, and the 4th and the final round only 1 poem will be selected and crowned the virtual imaginary crown of glory: p so who is up to it?

Ode To Melancholy

O 'melancholy, your hectic chill for human's soul,
You with your dismal presence, any spirit does ascent;
unto dreams of tranquil, restful,
moist, and sometimes of direful views they went.
Enigmatic woven waves are your curls,
You traverse in each mystery we bent;
where life is few configured amid wild whirls;
Until deaths, mild eyes meet us in an airy haunt.

In the land unknown
There lived two ineffable lovers
Who daily met on a bridge
Built between banks of a river.

They were not too young
They were not that old
They just were teens......
Still teens to behold.

They thought about each-other
Every second of the long day
But when they would meet-
Not a word to say!

But even silence has a language
Understood well by those eyes
Which have affection and care
But no place for lies.

Alas! Considering the future
They decided to part
Yet they were connected somehow
What a play of heart!

They both grew up enough
To stand tall by their own.
But needed each-other desperately
No longer they could stay alone.

Then they met at the same bridge
So happy to see eachother's faces.
So happy to be together
Like two ends of shoe laces.

And I, the traveler from that land
Has come to greet, to shake hand
With the lovers who came here
From my unknown land.