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.

 

Do you think it could possibly be one of the best new poems of 2014?

 

To Nick

In a cold breath of traffic
I am kissed by you
in a deaf beauty

I had a dream
that my body turned to dawn
caressing absent lips
that spoke to me in a sunshine of morning

love is too illusive
to be in my chest still
however no more excuses
you knew it would never end well
above grey ocean eyes
with the rhythm of us in waves
washing over my fingers
so I broke them, and us
live quite in still
in the motion of our final crest.
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Allison Mader.

 

Do you think it could possibly be one of the best new poems of 2014?

 

Poem Of The Flower

I am a gift replenished
by nature to whom
Spring gives birth.
At dawn I unite
with the morning light
to announce a new day.
The earth is decorated
with my brilliant colors
and the air is scented
with my vibrant fragrance.
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Sandra Burch.

 

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Stepping Up

If we have the chance,
To take a glance,
Of not what we have become,
But of how much we have changed.

As we take the step up,
Into new surroundings,
Where we can change the world,
And live as if we do so.

We do not begin our lives now,
For our past makes us,
And determines the person,
That we shall become.

For the future lies ahead,
We do not underestimate that,
Our mistakes, worries, and travels,
Change the way we walk.

Nor do we wish to live,
In a world of stupidity and foolishness,
But in a world of accomplishment,
And living our dreams.

We only dream of people,
That we wish to become,
But we will someday not only dream it,
But become it.

Our step up into our dreams,
Where’re we will face new challenges,
But never loose grasp on the hope that we will become,
What others never were.
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Kelly Leigh.

 

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Sunday Ride

She won’t hide ’til that Sunday ride

out across the plains filled with pain

she can’t bare to look she just rolls up the window and keeps

her head in her books

I lift my hand off the steering wheel hoping to hold her hand

she turns her head over to look, with a roll of her eyes

she’s back into that book

How can she read in my car? Makes me nauseous and gives me

the spins when I’m in the passenger seat, and the trip is so

far

But she buries herself in these novels tryin’ to forget all

things hostile and meanwhile I just drive along thinkin’

about what you’re thinkin’ about and wonderin’ if it’ll cost

me to take you out to the west coast and catch some sun

But I can’t I gotta drive you to that exit that’ll take us

home

To your beloved Husband and Son.
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Jacob Shultz.

 

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Life Cycle

Leaves fluttering on the trees
lit up with the sun.
Old dark trees with stories to tell
the young silver birches who listen.

Shadows on the forest floor
blending with the rocks.
Small creatures scampering through in silence.
Patches of water that glisten.

A shaft of light appears
piercing through the woods.
A breeze
Flowing through like breath.

Treetops swaying without resistance.
A distant sound of birdsong.
Just weeks ago the forest slept
In quiet winter’s death.
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Joan.

 

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This Is Me

I’m me, in a sea of vessels,
I’m empty, while everyone else is full,
I walk, not knowing where I’m going,
They stand still, going no where fast,
I’m a dreamer, This is Me,
I look at bots, living day to day,
I look at me, living in the moment,
I’m instinctive, they are not,
They are ordinary, I am not,
I’m hopeful, This is Me,
Take it or leave it, this is me,
You can never beat it, this is me,
One day I’ll make it, this is me,
This is me, in a sea of vessels.
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Matt.

 

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I Love Mornings Best

I love mornings best
when clods of clouds lay bare their fists,
the flirting of the birds sounder wings opening
the shower of early light and mist.
I love first morning’s breath breathing
the same primitive air. We are exacting our shared
space, the flowers spawning where the air
breathes a hiss to other odes,
and the skirting villages of insects
all wrestling awake to dawn’s box of crayons.
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Ava Ravon.

 

Do you think it could possibly be one of the best new poems of 2014?