Message

I don’t know how heavy all your baggage is,
But I know that I am strong.
Even though it has expanded like a sponge when wet
I have learned to fit mine all into this bottle.
There will always be enough room for the two of us.

I had always tried to follow the light in a cave.
But I knew I could find you only if I went up river.
Pennies sink, but honest-rail-splitting Abe knows that wood always floats,
My massive construct over your pocketable tokens.
We watched your wishes sink as they watched us sail past.

You let the water carry us as I tried to pave our way out.
Sailing downstream too fast or flying too close to the sun
Inventions are never as indestructible as people are violent.
The thirsty gasp for water as the drowning choke for air
And nothing in the world could have anchored me like you.

I don’t know if I will have a quick death or a long survival
All I can be sure of is that you will need my saving.
With your arms full of your past you made me forget my future.
So I let my bottled message float to a different kind of shore
And prayed you had wished that our perseverance would be sure.
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Macy Griffin.

 

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New Life

Before you plunge into your first expectant breathe
And fingers search to touch before you see the light,
When muffled sounds pass through your watery world
With swirling shadows teasing your young defining sight.
You are my life.

You hear each soft tune and gentle song I sing
Then feel my warmth of hand that longs to touch,
And with each turn and kick within, I feel
that no one else has ever felt this love so much.
Yes, you are my life.

We both wait to see what life will hold
As you loiter in the coziness of me
But no matter what the future will unfold
I’ll keep you safe and warm for as long as you will be.
That is our life. …
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by C. Schelle.

 

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Forgive: A Haunting

I know my Fathers’ wounds

bestowed upon me

in life til’ death

as deep as the stars weep

an eternity of tears

Wounds cutting so profoundly…

as to leave the

cares of his earthly

pain upon me

A reason for my

restlessness

I must believe

that peace and healing

will come only in an

understanding forgiveness

of a soul in agony…

if he so readily beseeches

If I forgive…

will I then taste the

sweet stillness

of harmony between me

and my Fathers’

spirit…

of his mournful contrition?

To time I shall leave this burden

of tortured memories…

and revisit them not
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Eileen Carry.

 

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To The Heart

I take it all the time
Words that hurt a life time
tears that fall down my face
wishing you and I where like before
but knowing it will never be
To the heart
it sounds deadly
like glass it shatters all around
never to repaired
a love gone astray
to the heart
it will hurt
causing serve pain
in time I will heal but for now I will go on
in the dark all alone
my heart will never heal
the worst break is to the heart.
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Sho.

 

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The Struggle Of 1947

Acknowledge my pain,then we can talk.
Fear, hate, determination, betrayal
is what my country came across
to see what is now called freedom.

But who am I to say,
I being a child who was only worried about school being closed,
while my people were worried about the colors of our flags being burned faster than wood,
and this is what we had to go through to see what is now called freedom.

Walking across the wheat fields I fearlessly held my sack of lunch in a tight grip,
just like the British held their wooden sticks,
in which they fearlessly glared at my innocent people,
and we had to go through all that to see what is now called freedom.

I look upon a British solider,
wearing red and white from head to toe,
while I wore brown clothes from head to toe,
which made us differ by not the skin color but by our meanings of humanity.

He whips out his belt as if he had no regret,
hit, slapped, and whipped my innocent people were once again tortured,
tell me this is intolerable because I was close enough to faint.

I stood their with no expression,
eyes lost in fear,
lips sealed as if their was glue on them,
hoping I would stop this situation.

But I could not.

The agony of fear was put on my shoulders while I moved across the corn field,
neglecting the beauty of corn I only reckoned the red coats,
a bruise, a red scar, a black eye laid upon on a child’s face,
the innocent people were once again harmed.

Reaching town I hear the cows ,goats horses, chickens being slaughtered for food,
on the other hand brewed tea was arousing from the British quarters.
Neither did the crops receive any water and neither did my innocent people,
and this is what my innocent people had to go through to see what we know call freedom.

So then came a day,
my innocent people waited and waited for,
at last the nation was freed from red and white and had gained back the colors green and orange,
perhaps the country had a loss but had gained a lot for which we now call freedom.
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Simran.

 

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Safe

I lay asleep afraid at night,
Afraid of shadows from the moonlight.

I see a ghost lurking around,
Then I hear a growling sound.

I run to my daddy to relieve me of fear;
I feel safer with him so near.

I cry in his arms.
He keeps me safe from all harms.

He tells me nothing will get me.
He kisses my cheek as I sit on his knee.

He rocks me to sleep,
And puts me down when I don’t make a peep.

I hear a whisper in my ear,
“I’ll love you and protect you my beautiful dear.”
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Krysta Hernandez.

 

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My Loving Sister

My loving sister
you’ve gone and passed
Happened for you
to young to fast
You are so dearly loved
and truly missed
All your amazing qualities
to many to list
A daughter, a sister, a mother
a friend
Our memory of you will not be forgotten
will never end
God has called you up to
be with him
The light you put into our lives
will not dim
Now in heaven, you’ve earned
your wings
We’ll never forget your smile, your laugh
your love and many more things
Soar with the angels like the
one you are
Up above where we cannot see,
but you’re not to far
Always will we think
of you
In all aspects of our lives,
in everything we do
From here on out we will
stay strong
With all our other lost loved ones
you now belong
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Ashley Pennington.

 

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