Lost In Your Eyes

Lost in a stare
Her truth and my lies
Lost in her care
As heat starts to rise
Lost in the pain
She tries to disguise
When I tried to run
Then she tried to hide
Lost in her smile
Like rays of sunshine
Lost in her heart
So blessed that she’s mine
Lost in your fears
In each tear she cries
I’m lost in her stare
Got lost in her eyes
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Love Jones Jr..

 

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True Significance

All my life, they kept telling me
That I will never be a better me
And that I would always come in last
Like the letter z

And no one will ever remember me
Because there is apparently
Nothing special about me
Those words hurt deep

And even knocked me off my feet
But I always landed on my knees
Saying that you are all that I need

That would give me enough strength
To stand back on my feet
And continue to take the heat
From those who couldn’t quite see
The plans He had for me

That I was specifically designed
To be significantly
Different from all those around me

When I was rejected continuously
By those who didn’t quite understand me
I would pick up a pen and pad quickly
To help ease the pain deep down inside me

Now I get to do what I never dreamed
Use a sweet sixteen to reach those just like me
Who experienced a lot of negativity
Because you were definitely designed differently

And for those who feel like they will
Never come in first like the letter B
Just remember you were designed uniquely
By the one who spoke and the world came to be
Not to mention He loves you deeply

I know it hurts deep when others say
You’ll never be worth anything
But instead of taking heed and taking a knee
Remember others’ opinions don’t define who
You were called to be
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Kevin Richardson.

 

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Trying

I love him as much as I love me.
I watch him with hopeful eyes.
Wishing one day to be just as he,
But I know that anything I do will only receive disappointed sighs.

He slightly smiles at what I believe I do best,
All doubtfulness flees my body,
I am sure he will finally be at rest,
But all he does is say how my work was shoddy.

To think that that almost smile built up all that confidence,
Once again, to have it torn down,
My effort was coming in an abundance,
Yet I still say I will try harder, only to receive a frown.

I paint a smile on my face,
But I can’t help the lone tear that streaks my cheek.
I should have known this would be just like the other days.
Shouldn’t I already be used to the usual critique?

No matter how hard I am trying, one look will have me unnerved.
For him I’m the epitome of imperfection.
For him the others will always have a special part of his heart reserved.
Can’t he see that I’m vying for his affection.
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Leslie Roman.

 

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Never Wanted To Say Good-bye

Looking through these old photos
Of my mamaw and pap
I can see how much they loved me
As I sat on their lap

There were holes
In the wall, in the background
But there was always love
In that home, in the foreground

Oh, there’s more to these pictures
Than what meets the eye
Moments that weren’t captured here
And how I never wanted to say good-bye

I’ll never forget sitting down the drive
With that old man on that stone
It’s where he’d sneak his beer
And we were alone

As we’d wait for the mail
I’d hear every tale
Yeah, I’ll always remember that time
And those memories will always be mine

I recall my time with mamaw
Like going to the movies and such
We did a lot together
Even though she didn’t have much

She’d speak of her past
The life she rushed in so fast
But said she wouldn’t change a thing
From her six kids to her diamond ring

I never thought I’d have to say good-bye
Till this day I still cry
Oh, there’s more to these pictures
Than what meets the eye
And how I never wanted to say good-bye
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Candy_83baby.

 

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The Generation We Live In

The transformation of girls turning into women in the matter of seconds has been

happening fast. Not growing up to respect their elders or even taking the time to

look back they are just ignoring their past
Value of a woman has taken a turn for the worst, Generation after generation it

has now become a curse.
But where has it went? They have lost what God has now asked them to repent.

The respect, honor, value is no longer meaningful.
The loss of what was once found. It’s going to take years to turn what has been

done wrong around.
We have to do something about this, Step up and speak out if you are willing to

take that risk.
We have seen what is slowly evolving into the dust. The words of “I thank you”,

your welcome “have no longer become a must.
As I repeat these words have no longer become a must.
Have we forgotten how long of a way we have come? The history we fail to

remember in our minds has become numb.
But yet the freedom we have is being abused by our young girls time after time.

They have become mute to what they are really doing and how it is crossing the

line.
Exposing themselves in ways that are just not lady like. But no they don’t see

that.
In their eyes they can’t do no wrong. The silence of what they’re doing has gone

on for too long.
I could only imagine how Maya Angelou feels. You remember her poem

“Phenomenal Woman” it really taught me so much
For a woman‘s looks is not all she has to offer. It’s more than that which gives her

the title many young girls wish to grow up and earn.
Respect for yourself may be a process you have to learn.
A generation we must take the time out to help and guide.
Showing them the better path to take, for the future is in their hands.
Let’s reach out the young girls in need of help, for we were once in their shoes so

we know how it felt.
Felt of being mistreated, abuse, and left out. Not even given a chance but being

talked down without a doubt.
This is why our young girls follow what they see. Magazines and TV aren’t always

reality so we must show them not to always believe what they read.
Let’s not continue to let them settle for less. For God has blessed them to

deserve what’s best.
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Caroline Senion.

 

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Love Is Blind

I knew we weren’t meant to be
I knew we wouldn’t last long
I knew you weren’t the one
But I hope I was wrong
I don’t believe in such thing as love in first sight
because I fell in love with your smile every day

An hour felt like a minute
when I was with you
I wished I could stop the time
and just stay by your side
I miss your hugs, kisses and your smell…

I now live in the past memories
first thing I do when I wake up is to think of you
Yes I’m trying
I’m trying to forget you
I sit and start thinking of all the things
I hate about you and why I love you
In the end I realize there’s nothing
I hate about you and I have to love you to live

My mind is always occupied by thoughts of you
You’re so deep in me
I can’t take off my mind of you
people say love is blind
but why can I still see you?
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Eileen.

 

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The $20 Cash Prize Winner Is..

If you didn’t notice, I reset the Poetry Fan Prize Fund a couple of weeks ago. When that happens, I award the $20 that has been raised for the fund to a poetry fan that has helped judge the poems featured for the annual poetry contest. I wish I could give everyone who helps judge the contest a cash prize but, I’m not a millionaire yet LOL.

Without further ado, the winner of the $20 Poetry Fan Prize Fund is..

Estela Canama from Laguna, Philippines.

Congratulations Estela and thanks again for your participation!

Come Alive At Moonlight

The nocturnal girl inside bleeds out
With that my darkened mind opens
My claws come out and I am Cat Woman
Hot-topic is my outside appearance
Gothic is the words written down by my hand
Black leather defines me
Always up and wide-eyed
Night owl comes alive
Dark poetry runs in my blood
Edgar Allan Poe whispers inspiration
Moon shines in my eyes making us one
There is the dark glint glittering in my eyes
Black sharpie covers my skin
Depression is my drive
Grey clouds roll and rage in my chest
A blank expression displayed
I don’t care attitude is always there
My inner villain fights to be free
Raging fire burns my insides
There is a dragon living in my heart
Nightlife is how I live
Almost like I’m soulless
Music is what keeps me here
I break every rule with no regret
My hand slips and thick black ink flows down my page
Stained forever, drenched in black
Blank start available
Light is near to clear the darkness
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Alydia Bruce.

 

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