To Honour Our Land

Fiji is my island home
In this land I’m not alone
Here I stand
Beyond the ocean wide
Once again I’m full of pride

I’m reaching my goal
Yet I’m not alone
Though it’s just a day
But there is only one thing
I ought to say

This land, may be small
Though it has full control
Yet we stand hand in hand
To make Fiji be a better land
To honour again and again
To honour our land
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Christine Rachael Emosi.

 

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Desensitization

After so long emotions become faint,
extensively burned from each end,
impossible to apply them to anything untaint,
its just no good when all you wanna do is mend,

Before it came,
Sorrow was sorrow,
And pain was pain,
But come tomorrow,
Nothing will be the same!

We don’t say,
what we must not speak,
Forever dreading the day,
When our minds become weak,
and we slip forcing punishment through what we hear,

Yes desensitization can inhibit your judgment,
of what’s irrational or not,
So I’m kindly saying,
Your words don’t mean a thing,
our trust has fallen to rot.
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by s5elvn.

 

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Silence Of The Unforgiving

To many times I didn’t know what to do, to many times I let you pass by.
You yelled for obedience, an made me want to cry.
You told me you loved me, then pushed me to the side.
My heart was given to you, just to be put in demise.
Several times you did, several times you lied.
How dare you tell me off, when I gave you all my time.
You said you’d never hurt me, yet you smacked me in my pride.
So now I’m leaving you, to the silence in which you rise.
It’s unforgettable what you did to me, it’s horrible how you let me be.
Your insecurity makes me see your faults, yet I gave up everything to know you love my all.
So forgiving you is not an option, your unforgiving in all the lies.
so pack your bags an face the silence of your unforgiving demise.
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Mariah Robinson.

 

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Day 1, Day 2, Day 3

Day 1, day 2, day 3,
Days go by so slow.
Still, there is no word,
I don’t hear about how your life is going,
Or who is in your world.

I liked you in my life,
And I try to talk to you,
But now you are gone,
And maybe our friendship is through.

You live so far away now,
And every day is new.
Without you, my life is dull,
But I still think of you.

I want to see your face,
Just so you will know,
Day 1, day 2, day 3,
You mean so much to me.
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Logan Minkler.

 

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Never Ugly

Though droopy, a man is never ugly.
Molting days, golden hairs he evolves,
Tomorrow he sees, sour beauty a dummy,
And comes his flair, thirty kingdoms will race to vie.

A spiced face-attire is but a paltry gain
A touching tattered coat upon a stick,
A fumbling cloud, a rumbling cloud, and no rain;
And what a sigh for a grinning stool.

Trifling of today like froth shall go
And spited virtue like river will flow
When false things are brought low
And swift known things have grown slow.

Let them, the swollen friends dance their touchy murmur,
Never ugly I say a true man.
Smile my people, beat your chest, and walk hills firmer,
A man of tomorrow, a man of today’s soul.

So, distance, and good night my known friend,
Never ugly I say a true man.
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Joshua Obajobi.

 

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I Ascend

From the vines of an Earth so heavenly, I dance through her guarded enticements.
As the sky springs forth the most striking laughter from abound, I float through her waters of perpetual stillness.
From the vines, I hear not a sound of actuality, for endurance has given me the very symphony of forever.
From the vine, I perceive not a movement of misperception.
I am home, from the vines, they molest the power to fear.
For worry has not a breath of meaning in her land.
Taking away every inch of doubt, her waters torrent over and intoxicate my spirit with eternal bravery.
I salsa through the many vines that taunt my body to run, for I have never moved an inch!
From the vines, I am here!
From the vines, I move not a breath of my being and from the vines, I discover a sincere amity.
From the vines, I am everything and nothing at all.
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Scarlett Amburgey.

 

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A Table Set For Two

A table set for two has only one chair,
A layer of dust on the table, bare.
Teardrops stain the pretty face,
Of times long lost, its forgotten base.

A table set for two has only one chair,
A grave long empty, a tomb bare.
The empty bedroom sits a silent reminder,
The names still legible on the charcoal binder.

A table set for two has only one chair,
And a face of a man, a man once fair.
And as he watches the silent embers burn,
He remembers her, his vision blurred.

A table set for two has only one chair,
The chair long forgotten, long bare.

Broken promises make broken hearts.
 

Todays poem competition entry was written by Brie.

 

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