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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Allusion

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
Horizon
The pain
Real as a
Summer breeze
Long this
Journey
To find
The one
Within
The known
Understood
Wind kicks
Up razors
Torn to
Face
Truth
Harsh
It is to
Learn
What
Was
Hidden
Since days
Past
Block
Out
The Sun
Coolness
In shade
The answer
Given
Again
At
Peace
 

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
Cold

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
Safe
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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Crystals

Little, tiny crystals
Glistening with a
touch of sun.

So fragile and clear
a remnant of the heavy downpour.

Such pounding and drowning
could produce these
tiny, crystal gems

that remain stuck to
the wisps of green in
God’s House of One.
 

Todays poem competition entry was written by Janis.

 

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A Table Set For Two

A table set for two has only one chair,
A layer of dust on the table, bare.
Teardrops stain the pretty face,
Of times long lost, its forgotten base.

A table set for two has only one chair,
A grave long empty, a tomb bare.
The empty bedroom sits a silent reminder,
The names still legible on the charcoal binder.

A table set for two has only one chair,
And a face of a man, a man once fair.
And as he watches the silent embers burn,
He remembers her, his vision blurred.

A table set for two has only one chair,
The chair long forgotten, long bare.

Broken promises make broken hearts.
 

Todays poem competition entry was written by Brie.

 

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Unexplainable Feeling

I can’t even describe the feeling
Of which I’m somewhat dealing
How do I get it out?
Without an overcrowd
Of emotions revealing
And people seeing no proceeding

It’s like it’s stuck in my mind
Memories that remind
Of what a joke I am
I need a plan
Starting with being kind
That always gets me confined

I’m very negative
So I tend to be proactive
Having to keep so much in
I just lay here watchin’
Everyone that is destructive
Asking me to be productive

They tell me it’s for attention
Search up alleviation
When can I take a break?
From making mistakes
Or is it an obsession
I don’t want to hear you conception

I’ve been told to go to counseling
But what they are good at is judging
I’ll give it one more shot
For those whom I care about a lot
I’m not bluffing
In some ways just corrupting
 

Todays poem competition entry was written by Flavia Guerreiro.

 

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