Babies Breath

Can you hear them?

How quiet they are.
You must close your eyes and listen.

How tiny they can be.
You must crouch down to see where they linger.

How gentile they are.

You can ever so slightly see,

Tiny hearts beating.
Tiny fingers touching.
Tiny toes wiggling.

Not so tiny eyes opened wide.
Exploring the endless possibilities.

Hold them close.
They feel your breath, and rest upon you breast.
Listening, feeling, learning.

You close your eyes.

A slight warmth touches your chest.
A slight breath caresses your neck.

The breath of wonder

The breath of love

The breath,

Their breath of life.

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Gabby Everest


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Thoughts In A Special Moment

life is changing constantly.
Astonished, still keep watching.
today is not as tomorrow
yesterday has gone away.
life still makes me think.
though it seems so easy.
seek answers even from maids and kids.
swear didn’t find a good reply.
do declare that life is hard.
only braves declare their weakness
some people believe they can make the change.
who told you that?
who and what makes you think like that?
modesty is the key of success.
knowledge is the saver in this ugly time.
everyone thinks he’s a winner
and the real winner is he who says I don’t know
for our problem is that we don’t know.
but get into pride and mistake .
thinking that everything is reached.
yet lots of secrets keep unrevealed
maybe life ends before we come to decode this.
be happy, don’t worry, don’t harm anyone
think of your departure and think more.
when, where, and how will you arrive?
that is the last destination.
the last trip you will ever have.
will it be joy or the eternal fear and regret?
Days are running away while we are meditating.
Some questions remain with no answers.
Asking and demanding are a nature?
or that way to see that we are the strongest?

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Thrilingual


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Believe It Or Not

Poor he was; He was black
Wealth and color were what he lacked

Rag he wore, his house, a hut
Out in the forest, wood he cut

Stature short, Ordinary his look
Illiterate, he read no book

By the rich, he was mocked
Injustice intolerance, yet tongue locked

Miserable he seems, you must have thought?
Na..He was the happiest, Believe it or not!

Why not bothered? the fact he revealed
My destination is the hereafter, life’s no big deal

I believe in God, my faith unknown
Yet better than Muslim extremists known

Simple I live and simple I eat
I have no regrets, I never cheat

I thank God daily, I desire more
Then how could they hurt me, the pains I endure?

Content I stay wherever I stand
The world is a journey, traveller I am!

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Sarah Bushra


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They hovered serenely, relieving the night
of its glacial chill
Spreading across the tapestry of the sky,
creating a kaleidoscopic curtain
of a myriad of hues, that coalesced to form
a night of harmony, of tranquility, of magic
Boasting shards of green, tendrils of violet
shadows of Persian blue, violent azure,
with speckles of sapphire, knitting together a palette of wonder
that adorned the midnight sky
The Auroras pirouetted along the horizon,
its performance akin to a vibrant, enchanting ballet
bestowed upon the earth by the celestial forces
who longed to witness beauty on that wintry night
The warmth that emanated from their depths
extended their arms, encasing me, a lone viewer,
in their motherly, comforting tenderness
The lights shimmered tantalizingly, gleaming proudly
doing a spectral dance of love and wonder
My eyes glazed in awe, I basked in the charm, the gratitude
that enveloped my soul, which increased by the minute
And from miles afar and beyond, I could perceive,
vaguely hear stirring melodies, haunting tunes
seeming to emerge from the sprinkle of stars
against the backdrop of midnight
Whether I was rooted for minutes, days or years-
it mattered not
But when the celestial ballet came to a close,
I felt not painful grief, but hope,
for the earth seemed to have inherited a bit
of the loveliness
that this astral dance had emitted

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Richa Gupta


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Not Caring

Secrets are lousy
we think we trust
although bonds are made
they are bound to break
Humans are terrible with going straight
having a little faith
who are we to say
things will work out
when you have no plan
and you have no doubt
reassuring you will be safe
I find people disturbing, you see
not caring if they are mean
innocent people are here to stay
that’s what’s new
cause I cannot stand humans who don’t pay attention
Loyalty isn’t just taken
you earn your trust
and you earn the deal
you cant get passed with a steal

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Kennedy Valdez


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Tracking You

Your free confident walking by Termi Station…
And I am staying a bit more,

In the evening you are my dandled home,
The little winding turns descending towards Colosseum…

In fact even on that opposite side coming out of Termi
I find you, and this time I track you…

Until one morning you ask me if I am a musician,
Because of the classical guitar always hanging over my back…

No, no I just whisper with lost breezing unreachable words
The music I retrieve within eyes…
I whisper Rome dandling on your hills,
Rome dandling on your hills.

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Edlir Loshe


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Forget the boy who meant
so much
Forget his kiss, his tender
Forget his lips, his loving eyes
Forget all the times he told you
Forget his laughter, his funny
Forget the things that seemed
to make life worthwhile

Forget the many long walks in
the rain
Forget the love that caused so
much pain
Forget the fallen autumn leaves
Forget the haunting memories
Forget the night he played you
Forget he knew that it was wrong
Forget he said, it’s best this way
Forget… There’s nothing more to
Forget these things,, and soon some
day ~. You’ll
Forget the hurt you felt today!

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Julie


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