Immunity

Have you ever stopped to think,
Why the Celestial King chose to sink,
Not once in a century or decade,
But each day in his own cascade,
Or should I Say Masquerade.
Perhaps he was tired after –
Being out all day shouldering the weather,
Or restrained from being himself I gather,
For sometimes in my finicky mind thoughts arise,
Has the Celestial King ever felt like taking a walk on ice.
The mighty Celestial ruler is more powerful than we think,
For he could be suggesting through his daily sink,
That even the so called ‘darkest hour’ is just like a blink,
Like eyes shut teaches sight and sunset teaches light,
Well, it is not a very simple link but worth a think.
But my sixth sense says the above is not the main reason,
For our Celestial Star could have chosen his favourite season,
But he chose to set, to show the world a glory a boon,
A symbol of sacrifice for his Angel – we call the Moon.
But here is the deal he told her – “We do this together for our Dear Earth,
Let there be Light, be it day or night,
Our Earth’s birthright”
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Harini Hariharan

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Listening To My Heart

Got so much to say,but don’t know where to start,
Suddenly I heard a sound,was it from my heart.
Baffled in my mind,wondering which way to go,
I gripped my thoughts.
And in quietness I looked inside my heart,
I saw an over-comer,
It seems so overwhelming,
was it really me? or someone I don’t want to be.
Trying to listen to my heart,
I realized I was lost away so far.
Trapped in the rules of this world,
I forgot living for thyself,
my heart was pleading and screaming these words to myself.
I listened to my heart,
and I know there are many things to be changed,
life goes on and there is nobody to be blamed.
Yes! in the quietness of my mind,
I was listening to my heart,
a heart that was meant to be healed,
and I was trying to be me.
Rebuilding myself from foundations,
I am breaking free from my restraints.
Now, by listening to my heart,
Do you wonder where I might be?
I’ll tell you now, just this once That finally I am Free….
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Zainab Rasool

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Hurt

Hurt,
Kiss me gently,
Tell me you love me,
Make me yours,
Caress me with shame,
Feel me with pain,
Spark your flame,
I am so glad you came.
Finish what you started,
From the day I was conceived in your lonely arms.
Tear down these walls,
Set me free from all individuals who deceive with a charming love.
If we decide to part,
We part through death,
While yet breathing,
Let’s share our devoted love through the debt of the earth,
We will live out the lie,
We have both come to keep,
Hurt how precious does your name sound to me……
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by The Swagnificant Poet

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Freedom

The Devil himself took
My innocence away
Bound me in chains
And released me
Only to bind me again
His burning fire penetrated my soul
Left it to mend its weak self
Then I was helpless
Now I am strong
My soul, tainted as it is,
Will forever be protected
My heart, cracked as it is,
Will never be broken
For I have risen above
The Devil
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Emily Earwood

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In The World Of War

In the world of war, darkness is being felt
Weapons are everywhere, life is at stake
The terrain is flooded with empty bullets,
This is the lair where everything is echoed the survival of the fittest.

In the world of war, death is lurking beside
Gun powder fills the lungs; grenade can be your bride
You’ve got no freedom; you’re treated like a slave
Riffle can be in your forehead, unless you behave

In the world of war, fear is always your friend
Tears can be your smile in the events you can’t apprehend
Your soul is shivering as you watch the sky
Filled with missiles thrown up high

In the world of war, faith is the only thing you can cling on
As war invades your innocent mind with depression
God is the only source of strength as you battle to survive
In the world of war where death is the only thing being revived
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Effulgence15

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Endless Mortal

Going deep down the mortal
The pestle brim up the agony of pain
Taking in the breath of sorrow
Fore-seeing the fermented tears
No backsliding in this mortal
That is much worse than an altar

Farther you move
Louder the voice
No friends to narrate
Lest the mortal under-rate

The yam bellow
But not below
Thou home of hopelessness

How kind you are
The endless mortal
So willingly to accept any form of class
A good host you are
Even to the men of the underworld

How real are you?
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by TrippleExon

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Between The Cracks

Between the cracks in the pavement
Resides this residue.
Its thickness
Makes it difficult
To save one’s life.
Solitude,
As one aggressively
Chips away.
Gradually, going deeper
And deeper
Only to find
That it just leads to
A gaping
Hole.
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Sabina Nicole

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