held together by the infinite by finite glue.

I am just as much of me inside of them as you are you.

I’ve played this game for who knows how long
inside the wonder of paradigm, and I’m waiting to come home.

one moment I am left with pain, and another moments gone.

I watch the shift of the times and wonder just how long.

I’ve given into this treachery to let it turn me inside out

crippled by the comfort when all truth is turned to doubt.

while light bleeds through to show me what I cannot live without.

I look under the rock just to see and the paradox is there.
I split the piece of wood and truth is still nowhere.
I knock on the door with a golden lock.
I say to the mountain move and I’m a blind man with a rope.

I’m held together by illusion, by just one single thread.

trying to let go of letting go before I fall down dead.

I’m a jester in the court of god solving puzzles for a dog

I’m a baby crying for sustenance and chewing on his tongue.

my life is swaying through the mire, this coldest disposition.

in the contrast of my motive for loss and gods sweet juxtapositions.

Todays poem competition entry was written by Justmagick.


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My Mind And Love

I answered slowly-
They love me much so.
I knew in places everything is known to be true or false,
whilst the rest of you denies incessantly
or agrees profusely
in a misguided attempt to be
as you want to be described.
I think I am loved.
I know.
Not for sure.
Love needs to be tested.
It demands to be proven.
It requires a bit more than cheap words,
just past the point of cynicism.
It needs not to be judged
by accursed skeptics who tell us of the poison called Romeo,
or the 20 indirect ways Rose killed Jack.
it needs to be felt
and heard as it tells the parts of us that ‘always’ know,
in deeper places of course,
to once, just once, glorify nothing with its superior knowledge
no one cares about.
To confound doubt with proof of proofs that love is mine.
They, after being subject to the pedantic scrutiny of the depths of my mind,
really do love me so?

Todays poem competition entry was written by Valleria Bircotes.


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Your arms are my guards,
Your eyes are my brightness,
Your legs are my strength,
Your lips are my sweetness,

Your voice is my harmony,
Your heart is my beat,
Your time is my ecstasy,
Your light is my grace,

My dreams are of you,
My feelings are real,
My heart is a map,
And the center you’ve found,

There once was a key,
Which is not with me,
To my heart that’s open,
Filled with something so pure,

Our hearts are shared,
With the emotion so firm,
It is known to conquer,
And it’s hard to conceive,

My love was unlocked,
Because of you,
It is forever and always,
And is eternally true.

Todays poem competition entry was written by Anna Wallace.


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What I Think?

I don’t know why
But you’re always on my mind,
Also your sparkling eyes
Look how they shine
Will you be mine?
Or would leave and say goodbye
I want you because you’re smart and kind
You always look just fine
That why I think you are like
The stars in the dark sky
To me it’s not a lie
That why I strive
If only I would survive
To see your smile one last time

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Devon Davis.


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They Wept

“Hurry” she said as her man turned his head
Sixty years now gone in a flash

“I love you” he said with a look of love
In his eyes so deep the doctor cried

“I love you” she said as they kissed without tears
“No more pain” he said softly as he closed his eye

“Hurry” she had said as her man kissed her softly
“It’s over” he told the doctor as his grown children wept

“Goodbye daddy” said the young children to the phone
As the nurse said “Your dad can’t speak but he heard you”

“Is he dead, Mommy?” they asked, as they cried and cried
“Oh no, not yet” their mother said “soon, but not quite yet”.

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Jaycee Maycee.


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High Sun

With our sun travelling through the sky like a plane up high
His life initiates moon cycle changes passing by

Endless ceremonies repeat color appearing midnight blue
Never-ending rainbows soaring around frequencies known to you

The sun orbited by the earth in the solar system
He or she’s like a satellite recording the pastime of them

Exact logbooks repetitiously bright in our eyes mind
Now iris movements befriend the core of the conscious kind

Together with the sun settling over ocean horizons soon
Eyes compute the new reflection of the moon

My initiation is relied on like a mother’s womb
Enabling accuracy for scholars who grant all to bloom

Without the sun there is no warm timepiece of life
A kind person is not blind of thoughts concerning planet strife

No child deletes infinity for an active family tree
Do you cease to exist if there is nothing of you to see?

Eternally lives will populate their actions like a watch
Reveling the heavily burning sun too hot for us to touch

Entering funeral fire takes your son into the universal memory
Remaining life waits their turn to enter a powerful entity.

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Law, Daniel.


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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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