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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I Love Mornings Best

I love mornings best
when clods of clouds lay bare their fists,
the flirting of the birds sounder wings opening
the shower of early light and mist.
I love first morning’s breath breathing
the same primitive air. We are exacting our shared
space, the flowers spawning where the air
breathes a hiss to other odes,
and the skirting villages of insects
all wrestling awake to dawn’s box of crayons.
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Ava Ravon.

 

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The Relationship Game

In this game you don’t have to be on the defense, play some offense,
This way your teammate will be loose before you play and not tense.

Spend some time together and go over the game plan,
The opponent is lies, deceit not even a human.

Cheating is not an option, you have to practice hard,
By playing in your gym and not in someone else’s yard.

The clock has started and you feel prepared,
But you have butterflies and you are scared.

Trust in your teammate, because you drafted them first,
You may be losing now, but it could be a lot worse.

The score is 40 to Love, don’t hit the ball into the net,
Don’t argue, make your point, so you can win and not get upset.

No need to do this on your own,
You should know the play, this is not pee wee, you are both grown.

It’s not necessary to be the quarterback, you can be a receiver,
The ball is in your court, all you have to do is be a believer.

Stop listening to the fans and listen to your coach,
That’s the man upstairs, after the game who you have to approach.

Sometimes you need some luck, so get your four leaf clover,
This is a game that you hope will never be over.

Of these situations people are notorious,
But if you just work together, you can be victorious!
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Chad Shumate.

 

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Once…

It takes me back so easily,
Like a gentle breeze
In war days but beautiful days,
When we were so young, so naive….
Countries were falling apart
And we were falling in love.
Days of poverty,
Days of literature and history,
Days of Beatles songs.
Sudden visit in dorm,
Those letters I’ve received,
The youth that passed unexpectedly.
And so did we…
I have a gray hair now (how did it happened so fast?)
And often wonder about my generation,
What became of us…
You are gone, but visit me in my dreams.
And me, I visit you in a cemetery.
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by St.Amadeo.

 

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Emily

I had a tiny heart beating
in my arms she smiled, bubblegum lips
Soft tufts of hair not unlike a chick

Not unlike a chick, she followed
my footsteps. What shall I call thee?
The mellifluous cadence, her voice

Her voice does not call, it pleads
Raspberry jam, cinnamon, azure
eyes. Don’t touch the paint, it’s still wet

I’m still wet from the rain last night
Windswept trees and branches, the yard
smells of lemongrass, perpetually.

Perpetually, she smiles in my
dreams. She beckons me to find her
among this becoming assemblage
And then I will find home.
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Anastasia Bausum.

 

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Just The Way I Was

I was weak,
When I should’ve been strong,
I was right,
But I thought I was wrong,
I was happy,
Then I became sad,
I was hurt,
So I cured it with a flirt,
I was sorry,
But I didn’t know how to say,
I was always quick to play,
So I always ran away,
I was weak,
When I should’ve been strong,
Truth is,
I’ve been fighting for too long.
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Deseree Billups.

 

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Frolic Kiss

Cotton raisins, jingling tremors.
Plenty wheat, steady froth.
Moisturized and tainted apple kisses.

Marvelous range, the scent like baby’s breath-
far north-
Gentle gallops, trickled down the sandy trails.

Tangled ropes, swayed beneath blackened bunks.
GYPSY!
Treasure of mine, scaled escapade.

Tasteful, fruitful new delights.
Ginger bells ringing from the night.
Swiftly raised pink pollen drops.

Knotted away still tucked close,
Belts and buckles, bells all around.

Pace yourself, it’ll be alright
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Danielle Bryant.

 

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An Angel

An Angel,
An angel,
She was far above from darkness,
But a light not bright enough.
She earned her wings behind,
A toilsome, trying time on earth.
Struggling as she journeyed to heaven,
Her Saviors light her desire to see.
To finally realize her purpose for pain,
And become the angel she was created to be.
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Julie Anne Lee.

 

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