I Do

As I stood and stared into your eyes, the vows I pledged were meant,
Your beauty in your wedding dress as if you were heaven sent..

Our friends and family shared our tears of joy upon our special day,
As we were joined in matrimony the vicar began to pray..

“You may kiss the bride” he softly spoke, we embraced to loud applause,
The wedding bells began to ring as we headed for the doors..

Cameras clicking as we formed a pose with bridesmaids and their flowers,
“Three cheers to the bride and groom” they roared in the haze of confetti showers.

This magic day you will never forget, your love is bound and true,
Your chosen guests all gather to witness the day when you say…”I Do”…x

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Karl Goble.


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Searing hot, sometimes dull.
Never-ending, always there.
Causing chaos in my heart.
So why is it that I still care?
Growing like a monster headache
which no medicine can cure.
Pricking like needles behind eyelids.
I have no choice but to endure.

At times, it holds my hand.
And walks beside me like a friend.
At times, it goes away for a while
And I am left feeling abandoned like a child.

Pain; a teacher, an inspiration.
Pain; the master of motivation.
Gifts the mind with fortitude.
Robs the heart of gratitude.

Sudden daggers piercing my soul.
Ice-cold water in a storm
or a numbness that feels so familiar.
It can greet me in any shape or form.

I wish the pain would go away.
Then I wish it would cradle me.
So much evil in this world
and this impalpable enemy.
Come and be my friend.
Do not leave my side.
When I have no one to be with,
I will hold you and fall asleep every night..

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Shine Storm.


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Purple Ghosts

I see purple ghosts in the corners of your eyes. I see them dance and I watch them disappear; They have their own eyes, fiery golden eyes with bright flecks of orange that do their own dance and that burn and pop and fizzle away when you pull the shades.

Your purple ghosts have cellophane eyes and I know this because when they appear, they’re all I see. They have burning, translucent, cellophane eyes that mimic the wrinkles on our bed sheets. Burning, translucent, cellophane eyes that mimic the spots on the moon, mimic the veins in your arms.

I fell asleep last night wondering about your skin.

A world carved out on each of your hands; valleys and hills and mountainous ridges that create borders between nations. Lava pools just beneath the surface carve out canyons that bubble and swell and splash.

Your arms are home to molten streams that feed the pools of your palms,
But your purple ghosts are all I see.

Sheer, wild, still; a flash of silver gold light in a cave followed by absolute darkness. The glimmering eyes of purple ghosts illuminate this night.

Your purple ghosts are my angels, but I wonder what the owl thinks. I wonder what the little children think of your purple ghosts and I wonder what your mother thinks. I think I’ve always known your ghosts.

I had a dream last night and I woke up.

There you were, just to my left, eyes closed, smiling with your ghosts.

Purple ghosts, like steam, rise from your fingertips; you touch me.

Purple ghosts flicker like the bulb in the hallway we never use, flicker like the lights on the Christmas tree or flames on a birthday cake. I see the flames, like honey, melting into the molten streams, through your arms and down into the pools of your palms.

You have purple ghosts in the corners of your eyes.
I see them dance and I watch them disappear.

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Katherine Holly.


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I Ascend

From the vines of an Earth so heavenly, I dance through her guarded enticements.
As the sky springs forth the most striking laughter from abound, I float through her waters of perpetual stillness.
From the vines, I hear not a sound of actuality, for endurance has given me the very symphony of forever.
From the vine, I perceive not a movement of misperception.
I am home, from the vines, they molest the power to fear.
For worry has not a breath of meaning in her land.
Taking away every inch of doubt, her waters torrent over and intoxicate my spirit with eternal bravery.
I salsa through the many vines that taunt my body to run, for I have never moved an inch!
From the vines, I am here!
From the vines, I move not a breath of my being and from the vines, I discover a sincere amity.
From the vines, I am everything and nothing at all.

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Scarlett Amburgey.


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my mind drifts like the winter snow
falling on the mountain rocks of
Colorado, seeing different things
in a spectrum of white and gray,
a gray area in plain white,
steep thinking
coated with sand crystals
in the momentous absence of the sun,
deep freezing
lined with un-whole glaciers
in the aspect of avalanche memory.

my soul floats like an oak wood in a
lake full of lilies and caterpillar frogs
in a wet shore of white soil and twigs
and trees and rays of the golden sun
yellowish and pure,
crystal seething
magnified to the dew drops
in the spontaneous flow of shiny water,
sinking synching,
in the breeze of the morning rays of sound.

there are times that
my mind accumulates like a snowball,
my soul cascades like a waterfall,
but until then,

I drift,

I float,
I accumulate,
I endure like a lily,
I halt like a rock.

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Mar Florence Sebastian.


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Seek For Long The Need

The distant
The pain
Real as a
Summer breeze
Long this
To find
The one
The known
Wind kicks
Up razors
Torn to
It is to
Since days
The Sun
In shade
The answer

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Paulo Guimaraes.


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The Moon Saved Me

The moon saved me
When I look at the sky now
It’s not the same ..
It’s brighter and sunnier than I remember
And to be quite honest it’s kind of blinding

The sun is no longer greedy with the warmth of its beautiful face
The last time I looked up to see the sun…
It wasn’t there
it was hiding under a blanket of clouds
It left me in the cold wanting warmth

Like an orphan freshly left on the street
But instead of giving me what I wanted
What I needed
It acted like my mother and refused to give me love

Sometimes I thought the sun was my mother
Who gave love and comfort to all of the people and children around her?
But not to hers truly…
And I thought why, why

Why can the sun love everyone except the ones who need it most?
Except the ones who were crying out its name and pleading for its warmth

Until the moon came out
I felt alone and cold
I didn’t notice it the first few years but when the moon came out…
When he came out I felt free
In the beginning I ignored this feeling
But eventually instead of feeling the suns warmth I felt the moons

In the end I felt my fathers love
And as I left my mother
She was happy again

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Kaitlyn Watson.


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