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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Sullen Remembrance

Place of memories, souls ascending to the ceiling
Bestows upon me a fearful feeling
Skeletal remains scattered across the floor
A swirling portal opens the door

Fond remembrance of tearful reducing
Of a cycloptic guardian so nightmare inducing
To complete the quest, well worth the price
In viewing this dystopic paradise
And drowning in thorns and violet bloodshed inserting eerie images into my head
Being afraid of shadows draping the room
Of the fanged bloodthirsty demon causing my doom
With all my heart and soul I am fearing,
It was worth a journey so endearing.
 

Todays poem competition entry was written by Danielle Keating.

 

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Choose

Do you love me?
Do you love her,
Every look on your phone
Makes me wonder

Is it me?
Is it her,
That makes you hopeless,
Sad and unsure

Stories of me?
Stories of her,
Of future memories
To tell your grand kids

Dreams of me?
Dreams of her?
That smile upturns
Then fades back down

Finally is it me?
Is it her,
Who even has to worry
Or be scared of your answer…
 

Todays poem competition entry was written by B.K.S.

 

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One Day You Will Be My Future Wife

I love her with all my heart and soul
I’ll always love her until the day we grow old
Even when she’s feeling sad and alone
I will be the one to show her where love can be grown
In the center of her heart is where I want to be
Kyera is the name my little girl will have
Always happy and loving life to the fullest
Like her mommy when she was with me
You could tell when she smiles along the stars
Sparkling in her eyes when she cries
Tears of joy when the day comes almost to an end
Getting down on one knee asking for her hand
I know in her heart she will be glad
Not just because of this special moment in life
But me asking her to be my future wife
This day will always stand forever and always
With the roses that are ever so red
As her hairs blows across her smooth face
Taking my hand running down her cheek
Pulling her close to me with a tight grip
One kiss on her soft pink juicy lips
I cant wait until this day comes and she hears a song
A song from the heart where she can sing it all day long
Staying in her mind until we get home
She will never have to worry about being alone
I will be by her side everyday and every night
Kyera don’t speak a word just kiss me
An make me the happiest man alive
I will always love you my future wife
 

Todays poem competition entry was written by Warren Locklear.

 

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What Makes Us Fall

When times are bad and grief is high, what makes us fall.
Friends begin to stray away, what makes us fall.
Fill our car with gas or give our children food, what makes us fall.
The weak becomes the devil’s bait, what makes us fall.
Family’s homes are lost to debt, what makes us fall
The quest for happiness seems a waste, what makes us fall.
Vacations become a thing of the past, what makes us fall.
Love becomes so hard to hold, what makes us fall
U.S. goods become extinct, what makes us fall
The greed of of others tighten the rope, what makes us fall.
Losing faith in God above, That’s what makes us fall
 

Todays poem competition entry was written by Johnnyocean.

 

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Vaudeville Is Dead

A funeral of sorts, for a dear friend,
And entertainer,
Who has passed.

Who once put on eclectically-billed shows,
And packed her houses
With rich picks from Comedy to Magic,
Minstrel to Acrobatics,
And the beloved Song-and-Dance,
Is gone.

Who once housed such greats
As Garland, Bojangles, & Gypsy Rose,
Is now just their rusty springboard.

Her theaters are all empty,
Nothing more than small-town dives,
And movie theaters;
A tourist’s Orpheum Circuit,
And elegance forgotten.

The performers have all left,
Their trunks packed with costumed fare-thee-wells,
As the trains leave her behind.

But they return for the eulogy.

Her house is packed one last time,
But there is not a dry eye in it,
For hey-day memories remain.

Her casket is open,
As one by one they approach,
And speak fondly of her.

But who once lifted war-time blues
With gaiety and song
Is now nothing more than Broadway’s little sister.

Alas, Vaudeville is dead,
And her casket must be closed,
And buried,
For nothing lasts forever.
 

Todays poem competition entry was written by Kelsey Drummond.

 

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