New Online International Poetry Slam Contest

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New Online Competition!

I did not schedule a new poetry contest entry today because I will be working on the site. I am officially pre-launching a new online poetry contest website and I will be integrating it with this site today. I will resume featuring the daily poetry contest submissions tomorrow.

The new annual online poetry slam competition will be judged by poetry fans too.

Don’t want to wait for the website integration to see the new contest?

Click here to check out the online poetry slam contest now!


Deserted Garden

lying on a bench in my favourite corner,
watching the deserted garden,
small trees standing not moving,
surrounded by withered flowers,
they must be unhappy !
cause those days are colder than ever ,
but they are defying the wild weather ,
they usually dance and follow the rhythm
but not any further ..
nothing changes but the rhythm,
it was soothing and cozy
but not any further..
they can’t hear it , they can’t feel it !
played with bitterness , they can’t handle it ..!
the gardner left them in fact ,
it was a thoughtless act ,
how could he tell
that they’ll never bloom again ?!
morning comes ,
hopefully the sun rise !
the coldness starts to fade ,
flowers start to grow and bloom again
it’s not about failure !!
it’s all about how to rise again…

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Yosra Khardani.


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


Wasn’t A Dream

I’ve been through a lot
I’ve been hurt, I’ve been ripped
I’ve been broken from the start
All this pain and tears will never stop.
I’ve tried to hear the sound of silence
calling from the dark but the sound of
light triumphs from the very start.
I can hear the sound of sadness calling my name
I want to respond to it but I know I will just get more pain
I was happy once but that was all a dream
that one day will be renamed and turned into reality
that will once again just fade away
Because all of this was never just a dream.

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Tupper.


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


The Snow

The snow’s covered the valleys of her body

And she sprouts into the labyrinths of words

Every language, certainly, has its perfection

Sometimes she immerses into its peace

But she thinks that she is dying

She’s on a border of something and she doesn’t know of what

”I don’t know.”-she says

Because the ice doesn’t melt by her breathing

While many kneel in front of her eyelashes

Her poetry seems to make her smile

But her joy becomes put out by her glance

And she extinguishes herself

And she doesn’t know that she extinguishes herself

”I’m sorry for the sea and I’m sorry for the animals, for the green leaves,

it’s so humiliated.”-she says.

And the cynic inside of her doesn’t hide

She doesn’t hide her smile

Beneath the strength of her eyes

She is smiling

She pulls out her lips into warm smile

While her own glance destroys her

The ice of her eyes

Extinguishes her whole body

But she thinks that she’s dying

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Emina Smajevic.


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


All The World Is A Challenge

All the world’’s a challenge,
and in all of our lives we must learn to overcome them.
As a babe, helpless and vulnerable,
dependent on the mother’s delicate hands that caress it’s new born head
and her warm beating heart that care to his every whim.
Smelling of vomit and feces,
their only challenge is to lean on their mother’s nurturing breast and survive.
Next is the child, stubborn in act and piercing to the ears.
Only consisting of violent thumps to the floor and a bratty temper,
In this young age they become manipulative.
Like a puppet master pulling the strings to control his puppets.
As they mature, they begin to think of themselves as all-knowing
Yet they do not have the wisdom behind him to see his faults.
As they ignore the advice shared by their mentors, only to run into a wall in return.
Like a bull, they become stubborn and unbearable.
As they grow, the character leaves them.
For he has now become a man.
With fists held high and head held even higher.
For he is now in the prime of his life.
As the man grows older, his back becomes arched
and his stomach becomes rounded. But his mind has not withered.
For he is as wise as a great owl. As life becomes tiresome,
the now old man takes his spot in his rocking chair.
Already embedded to his shape and accustomed to his schedule.
As the old man breathes his last breath, he dies in peace for he has overcome the challenge that is the world.

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Jordana Abugattas.


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