Dreamer

It started with a dream
How I slept
How I dreamed
How I wanted the future
I created what I dreamed
Ohh what a mistake
If only I had not dreamed
If only I had not wished
If only I had not created
Ohh what a future
For there is no future
For I have dreamed
For I have wished
For I have created or should I say destroyed
A future with no love
A future only in a nightmare
I created the future
To do so I destroyed
Forgive me
For I have dreamed
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Love..

 

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Lost In Your Eyes

Lost in a stare
Her truth and my lies
Lost in her care
As heat starts to rise
Lost in the pain
She tries to disguise
When I tried to run
Then she tried to hide
Lost in her smile
Like rays of sunshine
Lost in her heart
So blessed that she’s mine
Lost in your fears
In each tear she cries
I’m lost in her stare
Got lost in her eyes
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Love Jones Jr..

 

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True Significance

All my life, they kept telling me
That I will never be a better me
And that I would always come in last
Like the letter z

And no one will ever remember me
Because there is apparently
Nothing special about me
Those words hurt deep

And even knocked me off my feet
But I always landed on my knees
Saying that you are all that I need

That would give me enough strength
To stand back on my feet
And continue to take the heat
From those who couldn’t quite see
The plans He had for me

That I was specifically designed
To be significantly
Different from all those around me

When I was rejected continuously
By those who didn’t quite understand me
I would pick up a pen and pad quickly
To help ease the pain deep down inside me

Now I get to do what I never dreamed
Use a sweet sixteen to reach those just like me
Who experienced a lot of negativity
Because you were definitely designed differently

And for those who feel like they will
Never come in first like the letter B
Just remember you were designed uniquely
By the one who spoke and the world came to be
Not to mention He loves you deeply

I know it hurts deep when others say
You’ll never be worth anything
But instead of taking heed and taking a knee
Remember others’ opinions don’t define who
You were called to be
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Kevin Richardson.

 

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In God You Trust

A confession. It will be my truth.
So that my spirit may heal and feel the soothe.
To repent to him is what I must do.
To show him I am a child of worthiness too.
To pray for forgiveness for all I have done wrong.
He will gladly take my hand and guide me along.
A past wasted on failure and regret.
“No child” he whispers.
They where lessons and they are not over yet.
You have a destiny child and to fill it you must, but you can’t unless it is in God you trust.
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by April Davis.

 

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Rise

Traveling on a small road
Tress lined on either side
I walked alone
Concentrating on each step and stride

From the shadow
They attacked
My inner demons
From my present, future, and past

Black ghostly figures
Their presence chilled me to the bone
They lunged at my morality
And began to devour my soul

I feel suffocated
Between my enemies and the ground
The world begins to fade
My journey is hell bound

No!

They tempt me to surrender
And try to drown me in fear
But I fight back through it all
Through my blood, sweat, pain, and tears

Each of them begin to evaporate
One by one
Back to the shadow they go
My trial, my tribulation is done

I rise now
I scramble to my feet and proudly stand
I dust off the debris of my past
And continue down the path of the righteous man
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Gage Bailey.

 

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Trying

I love him as much as I love me.
I watch him with hopeful eyes.
Wishing one day to be just as he,
But I know that anything I do will only receive disappointed sighs.

He slightly smiles at what I believe I do best,
All doubtfulness flees my body,
I am sure he will finally be at rest,
But all he does is say how my work was shoddy.

To think that that almost smile built up all that confidence,
Once again, to have it torn down,
My effort was coming in an abundance,
Yet I still say I will try harder, only to receive a frown.

I paint a smile on my face,
But I can’t help the lone tear that streaks my cheek.
I should have known this would be just like the other days.
Shouldn’t I already be used to the usual critique?

No matter how hard I am trying, one look will have me unnerved.
For him I’m the epitome of imperfection.
For him the others will always have a special part of his heart reserved.
Can’t he see that I’m vying for his affection.
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Leslie Roman.

 

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Never Wanted To Say Good-bye

Looking through these old photos
Of my mamaw and pap
I can see how much they loved me
As I sat on their lap

There were holes
In the wall, in the background
But there was always love
In that home, in the foreground

Oh, there’s more to these pictures
Than what meets the eye
Moments that weren’t captured here
And how I never wanted to say good-bye

I’ll never forget sitting down the drive
With that old man on that stone
It’s where he’d sneak his beer
And we were alone

As we’d wait for the mail
I’d hear every tale
Yeah, I’ll always remember that time
And those memories will always be mine

I recall my time with mamaw
Like going to the movies and such
We did a lot together
Even though she didn’t have much

She’d speak of her past
The life she rushed in so fast
But said she wouldn’t change a thing
From her six kids to her diamond ring

I never thought I’d have to say good-bye
Till this day I still cry
Oh, there’s more to these pictures
Than what meets the eye
And how I never wanted to say good-bye
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Candy_83baby.

 

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The Generation We Live In

The transformation of girls turning into women in the matter of seconds has been

happening fast. Not growing up to respect their elders or even taking the time to

look back they are just ignoring their past
Value of a woman has taken a turn for the worst, Generation after generation it

has now become a curse.
But where has it went? They have lost what God has now asked them to repent.

The respect, honor, value is no longer meaningful.
The loss of what was once found. It’s going to take years to turn what has been

done wrong around.
We have to do something about this, Step up and speak out if you are willing to

take that risk.
We have seen what is slowly evolving into the dust. The words of “I thank you”,

your welcome “have no longer become a must.
As I repeat these words have no longer become a must.
Have we forgotten how long of a way we have come? The history we fail to

remember in our minds has become numb.
But yet the freedom we have is being abused by our young girls time after time.

They have become mute to what they are really doing and how it is crossing the

line.
Exposing themselves in ways that are just not lady like. But no they don’t see

that.
In their eyes they can’t do no wrong. The silence of what they’re doing has gone

on for too long.
I could only imagine how Maya Angelou feels. You remember her poem

“Phenomenal Woman” it really taught me so much
For a woman‘s looks is not all she has to offer. It’s more than that which gives her

the title many young girls wish to grow up and earn.
Respect for yourself may be a process you have to learn.
A generation we must take the time out to help and guide.
Showing them the better path to take, for the future is in their hands.
Let’s reach out the young girls in need of help, for we were once in their shoes so

we know how it felt.
Felt of being mistreated, abuse, and left out. Not even given a chance but being

talked down without a doubt.
This is why our young girls follow what they see. Magazines and TV aren’t always

reality so we must show them not to always believe what they read.
Let’s not continue to let them settle for less. For God has blessed them to

deserve what’s best.
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Caroline Senion.

 

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