Cancer

As laughter fills the void around us
Friends for many years
Our young lives contemplating the future
What does it hold, what lies ahead.
An adventure is sure to be told.

What’s the matter, your voice sounds strained
It’s nothing serious, there is nothing to blame
In the blink of an eye
The whole world will change, in one distinctive moment
Our lives would never be the same.

The laughter has subsided, with the impending news
It’s not what you want to hear, it’s not what you choose.
The news is so shocking, tears start to flow
My minds first thought, is please you cannot go.

Your children so young, how can they understand
The short time they have, to hold daddy’s hand
You see it as a chance to make things right
And through all of this you. fight ,fight, fight.

The time has come, the battle has been lost
It’s time to go home, your bravery was robust
Goodbye my dear friend, this isn’t the end
Another time ,another place
We all shall transcend.
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Ziggyzepplin.

 

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The Poetic Dream

Poetry like a flower which blossoms,
Spreading its fragrance to the world
Makes me rupture and feel awesome
And gives me the pep to win the gold!

Poetry is the silent thaumaturge,
Which does teach me box and dice.
Like sweet rainfall does it emerge,
And gives me the vigour when I cry.

Poetry sweeps out pussilanimity,
And seeds in courage in my heart!
It stands out to be my propinquity,
And works as a wordly gift of God!

Poetry is truly the unheard painting,
That always sticks to your mind
It really is a surplus crafting,
Where thoughts like Adam’s Ale shall bind!

Poetry has the power to uproot malice,
And root goodness into you.
It is a worthy, immortal, and powerful price,
Which can steady the thoughts groove.

Poetry is the mind clearing magnet,
Which can remove all the malefice.
It helps you relieve from an estrangement,
And can input lots of benefice!

Poetry is the letterly Corban,
Which is for the people and the Almighty,
This mighty invincible wordly van,
Makes the soul free from the dirty!

Poetry is a beautiful articulation,
Which mother nature shall emblazon.
It is a wonderful godly presentation,
Which goes deep into your intuition!

Poetry clears all the thoughtly squalor,
And gives you lots of resistive power.
It does come out in different colours,
And also can put in some real valour!

I just want to take forty winks,
And get lost in this world not so mandatory..
May you do wonders to Mankind, LONG LIVE MY DEAR POETRY!!
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Hari Venkatesh Prabhu.

 

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What I Think?

I don’t know why
But you’re always on my mind,
Also your sparkling eyes
Look how they shine
Will you be mine?
Or would leave and say goodbye
I want you because you’re smart and kind
You always look just fine
That why I think you are like
The stars in the dark sky
To me it’s not a lie
That why I strive
If only I would survive
To see your smile one last time
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Devon Davis.

 

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Grand Winter Minds

Cold and lonely this time of year
The wind she blows with a soothing
Whistling bite of love, I love
The cabin that stays loyal
Throughout the year
Packing the heat, anxious to board
Us fools that stay away
For far too long a time
Take note of the howls echoing
From bare tree to bare tree
Deep in the woods— a chill
Rises in me and in the air
Winter is here to stay for a while
Once again I am willing
To retreat to the fire and thoughts
Burning in my mind
A comforting crackle
Some hunted hors d’oeuvres
I’m fine and full on this
beautiful, secluded night
I can see my breath in the morning
In my boxers, on the deck
Drinking coffee – I’m a lunatic
Something about sharp air
And bare skin
Makes you feel uncomfortable
But very much alive
A hooked, busy tree
Bending toward the cabin
In no time will break
From the weight of the fresh snow
Just a small consolation for
Being in this scenery
No matter how bitter
I put up a fight with the goodbye
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by E P Groves.

 

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This Little Lullaby

I sit in the darkness, no one else is awake.
Listening to your lullaby, I can feel my self break.
The melody starts to whisper, in its little mocking tone.
It covers me like a blanket, it wont leave me alone.
Its getting louder now, but I know I have to stay.
Your voice is like torture, but I can’t help but press play.

The song start to play on an endless repeat.
I’m just stuck in the motions, I’ve excepted my defeat.
It kills me to listen, but it’s all I have left of you.
Your voice is my addiction, and I’m relapsing to soon.
Please no! I scream as the song comes to an end.
It’s ending to soon, you can’t leave me again.
I’ve done it now, there is no going back.
With this little lullaby, I’m under attack.

I sit in the darkness, I’m wide awake.
Why did I ever press play, and make that mistake.
The haunting notes are stuck in my head.
It used to help me sleep, but I guess sleeps for the dead.
And since I can’t sleep, I might as well give in.
The damages is done, so I just press play again..

I sit in the darkness, no light can be seen.
How could the angles do something so mean.
The sun is burnt out, the stars are too.
The world was only bright, when it was lit by you.

The song start to play on an endless repeat.
I’m just stuck in the motions, I’ve excepted my defeat.
It kills me to listen, but what am I supposed to do
Your voice is my addiction, and I’m relapsing to soon.
Please no! I screamed as your heart made its last repetition.
But the song plays on, carrying the tradition.
I’ve done it now, I can only sit and listen.
This little lullaby has me wishing it was never written.
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by ItsASecret.

 

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A Beast In The Dark

A beast hides in the darkness,
Afraid of the outside world,
Scared to show her skin
Fear of judgement?
Fear of shame?
Fear that others won’t accept her not being the same?
Afraid
Alone
Unsafe
At war
A beast hides in the dark,
Afraid to show the world,
She lurks in darkness forever
Afraid to be unearthed
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by EliseJ.

 

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When Morning Comes

When morning comes-
Look for joy
not in the obvious
Creaks and crevices
Of outside
spaces
But look within
To the inner
“self’
Holds the core to
Your heart
Center-
everyday
that you rise
Walk
talk
and
Smile
Turn your eyes
to
the heavenly
Skies
Know that joy comes
On the cusp of
A morning sun
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Dizzy50.

 

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