Desert Night

The night was musk and warm.
The baby elephant parades under mother’s tusk.
The desert floor has become an active spring.
The owl perches delicately on a branch as it stares and sings.
The ground is alive with the hum of creepy crawlers.
Rodents and weasels alike dodge the view of predators.
While they hunt for their own meal under the twilight.
The moon glows faintly in it’s elliptical phase.
The hyenas travel in packs of hunters,
and they steal food from the hungry killers.
The scavengers seek the fresh kill left to the night.
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Jack Earl Williams j.r

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Let Us Live

The leaders said ” We build roads and factories
and an aerodrome.
Through your village trains also move”

All People told “The days ahead are good
No more we have to toil in our field
We can find jobs and happily bring our bread.”

Then cried a peacock in the woods
“Where shall I go and find a place to live?
O man when the days will pass you realize.
The pollution brings disease and death
This is the truth oh dear friend
Woods, animals ,birds ,rivers and the fields
are the real wealth
Think, Nature and the life has very great link.

The little boy said ” Now I understood all need
their shelter and the food
To animals home is in the woods
Peacock, tiger, trees , all the living
things are friends They also have the right
to live and thrive.

The message spread and villagers stood for a cause
To save the forests and the land .
They said we never betray the forest friends.
Earth is our mother we love and live.
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Aparna Hulithala

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Waiting For The Muse

I received a computer
to occupy my fingers
to occupy my heart
with a true current
with a true feeling
I sat down in front of it
staring at the white screen
I was tapping in my mind
a thought after a thought
they showed up like ghosts
without a shape
without a sound
they simply showed up
I set my eyes on the white screen
I set my fingers on the keys
I set my heart free and light
letting my mind to visualize of a shape
yet unknown
yet unperceived
every time I struggled
I lost the muse
as though the muse never showed up
The eyes were draining
fingers were aching
and my heart was lost
somewhere between
despair and sobbing
I went to bed letting my mind
to slumber with ghosts
With a pen and a paper
in my hand
I went to bed letting my mind
to slumber with ghosts
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Rekha Gunathilake

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Imagination

Words whispered gently in my ear
bring tears to my eyes,
place peace on my fears.
Your voice is a fire,
leaving burns so severe,
I will not forget you;
each memory is clear.

Each touch is a touch which I hold dear.
I’m bold when you’re by me,
brave when you’re here.
Warm hands warm hearts,
and together we’re art,
two parts of the puzzle;
puzzled thoughts disappear.

This race we can finish,
true flames won’t diminish.
Teamwork makes dreams work,
intricately.
You’re music to many,
yet music to me.
As I jot down these notes,
you’re my sweet melody.

When I need a shoulder,
physically,
mentally,
it’s you who I long for;
please set me free.

In the mind of this beholder,
you define beauty.
I don’t need “imagination”.

I love what I see.
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Jimmy Simmons

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Your Voice

Your voice
Captivates me
Imprisons me
Like no other
Soothes and subdues my soul
Puts my mind to rest
Embraces me with every breath
Your tender tone
Encapsulates me
Tormenting me
Of what I cannot have
Every word lingers
They are at the tips of my fingers
Saving them for
A cloud filled day
A rainy day
A tear stained cheek day
Savoring every
Syllable
The tone
Inflection
The very word choice
Key phrases
The movement of your darting eyes
The bewilderment
On your face
The placement of your hands
The rise and fall of your burdened chest
Captured
Photographed
Still shot.
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Brenda Kerr

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For Him And Them

With the brisk dawn, The red vermillion was spreading along the lawn, Eyes opened wide only to realize, he was long gone, Caressing the cold sheets…. no hopes, but still.

His mischievous eyes but innocent smiles, Just to hear him, I can run a thousand miles, I’ll make your favorite dishes, gather your toys in piles; Please….. Come back to be once again.

I regret the day, I woke you up at five, Getting you ready for school despite your excuses, bidding you goodbye; I desperately want to go back in time to believe all your lies, But alas! Life doesn’t look back but I’m stuck in rewind.

Waking up in the middle of night drenched in sweat and tears, Grasping for air as I remember you screaming in fear, Trying to reach for you to hold you near Acceptance so hard that you are not there.

Misty eyes search for you in pain, Distracted senses no more to lose nor gain; I scream, I cry, trying to remain sane but all in vain I break down…again and again…..

I found his body, among 100’s like him, With blood drenched shirt; no heartbeat, Eyes open but lacking the usual heat Left me forever, no way to meet; Feet trembling, wet lashes, courage so low, bidding the last goodbye….

I’ve borne so much but this is the extreme, Seeing your son’s coffin be lowered underneath, Why couldn’t it have been me? Why couldn’t it have been me?

Tears fall every day, For the innocent victims of Peshawar and always may, Every December 16 will hear the parent’s say, “Son… Will be please not go to school today?”
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Mandira Panta

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Man In The Song

She sipped her coffee
Listening to the man
In the song as he
As hard as a man can

Tried to show how to feel
Everything, anything at all.
He was trying to peel
Away everything dull

And sharpen it
And send it back
To the people who sit
Quiet, with this knack

Of feeling so little
That they barely speak;
Their words are brittle.
Their thoughts, they creak.
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Theresa

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