The Woman In Midnight

Darkness has a monumental growl,
and a occasional bite,
I think that’s why I’m drawn to the
night,
Her skin is midnight, …
that’s why I’m drawn to her,
She told me that she wishes
she could shred flesh,
So the moon could bleach her skin,
I told her to take the leftovers
and mold me a statue of the woman
you were suppose to be,
confident,
poised,
I’m a artist tonight love,
she said what are you drawing?
I told her to hold still,
I’m drawing beauty from pain
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by DeShawn Jones

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Between The Lines Of Life

It dawned again, another aesthetic day of Spring,
He rose from sleep, on hearing the chirpy wrens sing,
There he lay his eyes awake, he wished that the night had been longer,
A gush of thoughts to ponder, he seemed to have enjoyed his slumber.

He was prolific and extravagant,
A charming lad with sheer exuberance.
His efforts had earned riches in plenty,
He was a cynosure of charisma and prosperity.
The owner of a huge firm, with a temper so calm,
Hundreds worked for him, loved him,
And gratefully kissed his benevolent arms.

Little did he know that he should be strong,
Before he was diagnosed with the disease,
A demon which made all his calculations go wrong.
A sad message that shattered his bliss.
He had earned glory for his zeal,
But there was no peace ,nor an ounce of glee.

Downhearted and dejected he quit his job,
The firm was crowded with a huge mob.
Sceptical about his absence and longing for his presence.
But not a sign of the chap’s cheerfulness.
Back at home, he felt stifled,
Nobody to care, all alone there,
He went out to grasp some pleasant air.
As he strolled down the street, he noticed two little kids begging for alms
Adorable they looked, with features as sharp as damsels.

He felt sorry, embraced them tight and told not to worry.
Held their hands with love and took them to a park.
A playground adorned by melodies of beautiful larks.
He taught them to sing and tapped a few steps,
Merrily they jumped with bliss and frolic.
The fun repeated every single day,
As he brought more poor children with him each day.
They learnt to write ,learnt to speak,
They drew marvellous pictures and wrote innovative poems.
It was at that moment he found true satiety,
Satiety between the lines of life, when the children were at creativity’s peak.
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Jay

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I Am A Girl

Listen O’ man I am a girl
In thy free and fresh air
I breathe like I have asthma
And I live in a gigantic fear

When I am sick of daily chores
And want to feel the outside
Wolves and dogs follow my smell
And follow like a monstrous tide

The boundaries of my boring home
When start to tease my soul
My rebellious legs then come out
And outside spoils my every goal

And I wonder and only wonder
To see the lustful barren eyes
In the shameless eyes of outside
Spoiling the beauty of my skies

Oh, when you stare at my body
I will say and raise one thing
That I’m a daughter of Eve
Then look with the eyes of spring

Look with the eyes of respect
I’m the beauty and glory
I’m the Adam’s peaceful time
You might have read in Eden’s story

I’ve the right and I will breathe
I’ll wear my diamond and pearl
And I deserve what you deserve
I deserve because I am a girl
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Amani

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By The Ocean

Laying here staring out across the ocean,
listening to the sound of waves roaring,
gazing up at all of the glimmering stars,
lighting up the sea like a dance floor.

Counting stars as blessings life has given me,
thanking God for each and everyone of them,
so relaxing just lying next to the shore lines,
trying to draw in the last bits of the night.

The full moon shining ever so brightly now,
and the waves calm down to a gentle splash,
a light breeze pushes softly against my skin,
I grab my sweater and drape it around me,
as I go to leave I stop and turn around,
just to admire the ocean one last time.
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Rachel Trine

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Destined To Win

I’ve been waiting a long time to win
I definitely deserve to get a victory
I need to win this one for me
I really need the money.
Yes, I’m from New York
I was writing for so long
Never got recognized
I continue being strong.
No company wants to sign me
I’m very talented
I got the certificates
But not the recognition.
If I win this contest
It really must mean
You’re the only ones
Who actually love me.
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by C Gutter

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Comeback

When you feel lost, please know that I am there
To hold you and kiss you, never should you despair.
When feelings of doubt cloud you, find me in your heart.
Know that I am with you; I never want to be apart.
When the world gets you down and you feel you may never pull through
I will stand tall and fight all your battles for you.
There is nothing I wouldn’t do to have you with me
All the time, in my life as we deserve to be.
Happy, gracious and full of smiles
No one can come between us, for a billion miles
You are my soul-mate, in this lifetime and the next
Our love will outshine, outgrow and withstand any other love’s complex
You love me like no other, and I do the same
I simply cannot wait to have your last name.
With strands of care, you dried my tears
your gentleness, dispelled my fears
You carry me through pain and sorrow,
With promises of a better tomorrow
My days are brighter even through the rain
Your loves pumps through my every vein
And I will fall for you a thousand times over
Because you are my hero, my savior… my soldier.
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Cherazaan2701

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Chaos

Chaos and Evil go hand in hand,
Sometimes it becomes too much to stand.
The pains that weigh on every soul,
Weight on me most of all.
The desperation that comes with being alone,
Makes me want to run home.
But that home is where the chaos resides,
The people I love reciprocate.
The hatred I sense from entering the doors,
It hits me fast and permeates my pores.
I never know where the chaos is created,
And chaos and I will forever be fated.
The battle I fight stretches wide and far,
That’s why people can’t see my battle scars.
The hate is great, but the chaos is greater,
A life full of chaos isn’t fair.
Sometimes they merge,
For this reason I grow discouraged.
The rage that comes with this chaos is large,
It comes in strong like a barge.
I can’t continue holding back the pain and tears,
Like I have done for so many years.
When the wall falls and I lose all,
My true, close friends are the ones I call.
Friends come to my aide when I need them most,
And my friends are the best, don’t mean to boast.
They understand my problems as I do theirs,
We help each other fight our fears,
So when the chaos comes with its partner hate,
I run to those who can best relate.
The struggle will end and the chaos will die,
They tell me I don’t need to cry.
My friends are the family I really need,
So when I am down because of havoc or mayhem,
I can simply go and say to them,
“You will never have to grieve of my loss,
For I know this is only Chaos.”
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Michael Walker

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Selfish

I want you here with me forever
I don’t want to share you with anyone
I want you all to myself every second of everyday
You exceed my dreams and expectations
Going way beyond my wildest dreams
Angels are marveled and jealous of your beauty
Your kindness that built heaven
Your love is the reason I inhale and exhale
I hate our time away even if you are going to the next room
I want you all to myself give me all of you
I love just being around you and you don’t have to make a sound
I am holding on so tight so you can’t see the real me
The one that isn’t confident enough to keep you
Lie awake every night from fear of losing you
I will always be selfish of you
I promise to always be selfless toward you
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Donnie Williams

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