Shadeless

A flicker of light
and youthful glee
brings back the height
of a delightful reverie.

Frowned upon innocence
extravagantly framed
makes no sense
wishing to be unnamed.

If actual met perceptual
and all was tame
then white be subtle
and black be same.

Occasioning greyness still
eyes closed sharply
an unnecessary wanton kill
shuts the light darkly.
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Jim Valentine.

 

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Life

It’s so loud inside my head with the words I should’ve said,
You only know what you want to, or only what I want you to?
But that’s okay, words only bleed
And
These pages are the battlefield
For all the things said and all things not
And all things done and all things not
And all things chosen and all things not
And all things thought and all things not
And all things loved and all things not
And all things not will win the battle
But I’m hoping
All things else will win the war.
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Amrutha.

 

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Life In General

One day you’re born, one day you die
And ev’rything inbetween’s called life
You grow old tryna be yourself
In a world where you’re supposed to be someone else
But no one ever tells you how to find
That elusive thing called peace of mind
So you run for what they say is right
With weary legs and blinded sight

So walk the well-worn path of man
And solve the riddle if you can
Piece the puzzle, pay the price
Learn how not to roll the dice
They tell you what you have to be
But all you have to be is free

Yes, walk the ancient path of man
And try your best to understand
Why society wants your square peg soul
To fit into its neat round hole
They tell you what you have to do
But all you have to do is be you

Walk the well-worn path of man
And try your best to understand
Just why we’re filled up full of lies
Like dirty social compromise
They tell you what you have to be
But all you have to be is free
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by J. Michael Hedgpeth.

 

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The Wandering Wolf

He is all alone, he dreams.
Every night, he becomes a wolf.
Where will this adventure lead?

He is next to a lake, the moonlight shining.
Two paths he sees; which shall he take?
He chooses upward; a light is guiding him.

He finds a tree as he reaches the top.
“Here, I shall rest..so peaceful and quiet..”
The painter awakens with a start!

He looks at his canvas; he begins to paint.
Now, a beautiful wolf, sleeping next to a tree, has appeared.
He prays, thanking the wolf spirit, he awaits his next journey.
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Heather Holcomb.

 

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Glory

Lying in a heap face down on the floor.
No reason to live just don’t care anymore.
Nothing really matters no reason to stay.
Need some relief, take the pain away.
Dozens in my life but I’m still all alone.
Going thru the motions just another drone.

The touch that I felt lifted me up.
Felt like God’s glory filling my cup.
The passage I read turned me around.
Lifting me up put my feet on the ground.
I knew at that moment I was okay.
My life wasn’t over I needed to stay.

Now here I am spreading the news.
The life God gave me I’ll no longer abuse.
I’m sharing my life telling my story.
Using myself to shed light on God’s glory.
I’ll never forget what he’s done for me.
So open your heart and you to can be free.
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Scott Williams.

 

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What Happens Next?

When it’s finally time,
where will I be?
What will I be doing?
These raced through my mind.
But the issue is what happens next?
What’s next for me?

What will happen when my hands
become too heavy to move?
When my heart starts giving lapses?
When my lungs stop functioning?
Then my little breath is taken away.
And my eyes are shut,
closed never to open again.

What’s next after I am confirmed dead?
How will it feel to be enclosed in a coffin?
Do I get to see those who had gone ahead?
They say it’s an unknown journey,
So will I have an agent since
I will be travelling for the first and only time?

I know my biography will be read.
My legacy and testament will be talked about.
But what about me in the unknown world?
What will it have for me?
What really happens next?
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Franky.

 

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Poet

I want to be a poet,
Write words that people have never even heard of,
Grace the world with ideas that do not come to mind.
Question the art of love and happiness,
Push the notion of pain and heartache.
Lie in bed and think of metaphors that just . . .
don’t make sense.
Think deep thoughts that boggle the poetic rules,
Write each word and watch them come to life on paper.
And then recite them to people
Who will never understand. . .
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Daryle Kennedy.

 

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