Not hearing is still believing,
Not caring is deceiving.
so what if love is for someone
who isn’t as precious as gold,
But is ever so sweet as a
fresh picked strawberry in
a summers field, or as soft
as a hand woven jacket from
a cotton field.
Or is it that jealousy is taken over the mind
and soul and the crevice of others
Blind eyes believe the lies
that they hear from the beholders
who refuse to accept the hearts as
Or are they so caught up in the depths
of their happiness so the heart is ever so blinded by the pain that one transfers through another.
But if they knew the conscience of the pain
Why can’t a mind graduate from high school love to college soul?
To purify thy heart as a wife or as a mother,
Or as a father or husband
But the heart blinds the mind
Making the mind bedeviled,
for the love of pain.
Pain that feels like love.
But love is not in a humans heart, it’s in the mind.
Being blinded by infatuation.

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Jasmine Herndon.


Do you think it could possibly be one of the best new poems of 2013?