As The Wind Blows

You don’t want to know the truth that you want to leave behind
The Little girl, you thought you knew, has buried all her lies
Over time that wind will blow, uncovering her fate
And she’ll see the damage she has done when it’s too late.

Step by step she reassures the steps that she is taking
And step by step she will soon see the world around her shaping

As the ground caves in and your heart breaks
There is no more you can do
As the ground caves in and your heart aches
Now the world is shaping you

You don’t want to know the truth that you want to live inside
The Little world you thought you knew has buried all you’re lies
Over time that wind will blow, uncovering your fate
And you’ll see the damage we have done when it’s too late

You don’t want to know the truth that you want to leave behind
still, its out there somewhere for someone else to find
As the wind blows
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Crystal Hereid.

 

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False Growth

If I can’t figure it out
Either can anyone else
Acting like you know me
I don’t even know myself
The reflection doesn’t reflect
staring at the shell
That was shed
From it no butterfly springs
Stuck flightless
I grew no wings
Yet change is over time
I knew I only grew in my mind
Leaving all regrets behind
to save me
May I have a new soul
This one getting old
Is up for the taking
And I must keep from becoming tin
Through the pain
that I’ve been
Mistakes I’ve gained
And corrections I’ve made
New perspective I see
As though I’m not looking through me
Only every one else
Standing outside of myself
I can’t understand
What’s inside
Running from me
Tryna hide
I give up chasing
Just to hard to find
I don’t know where I misplaced me
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Clowa Bingham-doe.

 

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The Bear

Earning my trust, He never has lied
Drying my tears whenever I cry
When I’m misunderstood and have a bad day
He’s the only true friend with whom I will play
Whatever the problem I have nothing to hide
from the comforting presence to whom I confide
Beneath the bed blankets holding each other tight
My soother of fears in the darkness of night
A child’s companion to which none can compare
A friendship that’s built on love and much care
The comrade of youth is showing years wear
Never to complain of adventures we share
Faithful and true until innocence dies
With two fuzzy ears and black button eyes
The coming of tomorrow is given no thought
Knowing when I grow up he’ll be forgot
A bond broken in time. It doesn’t seem fair
for all the support of this brave little bear
My loyal protector until I am ready
A childhood anchor we all know as Teddy
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Billy Campbell.

 

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The Free Poetry Contest For 2015 Starts Tommorow

Happy New Year Everybody! 2014’s poetry contest was a success! I want to thank the 350 brave poets that competed in the free poetry contest and the thousands of poetry fans that visited the Best New Poems website to help judge the contest! Without you all, this contest couldn’t exist.

Free poetry contests 2015 cash prizesI am now accepting submissions for the free poetry contest for 2015. I will begin featuring poems that have been submitted to the contest for all of you to judge, one poem per day, starting tomorrow, January 2nd.

I will also begin featuring poetry video submissions tommorow for you to judge at BestNewPoetry.com for the first annual international online poetry slam contest!

Submissions will no longer be excepted once I receive 350 poems and 50 poetry videos that meet the submission guidelines for the poetry contests so, submit your best new poem as soon as possible to secure a spot in the free poetry contests for 2015!

Allusion

my mind drifts like the winter snow
falling on the mountain rocks of
Colorado, seeing different things
in a spectrum of white and gray,
a gray area in plain white,
steep thinking
coated with sand crystals
in the momentous absence of the sun,
deep freezing
lined with un-whole glaciers
in the aspect of avalanche memory.

my soul floats like an oak wood in a
lake full of lilies and caterpillar frogs
in a wet shore of white soil and twigs
and trees and rays of the golden sun
yellowish and pure,
crystal seething
magnified to the dew drops
in the spontaneous flow of shiny water,
sinking synching,
in the breeze of the morning rays of sound.

there are times that
my mind accumulates like a snowball,
my soul cascades like a waterfall,
but until then,

I drift,

I float,
I accumulate,
I endure like a lily,
I halt like a rock.
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Mar Florence Sebastian.

 

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Darfur Moon

Company gone home,
I was this fine china by hand,
the roundness of them
triggering memories of distended bellies
under a Darfur moon.
When the last plate is dried, one broken,
I light a candle in the kitchen
and ask myself what makes that moon
so decidedly different
from the one whose gaze
has stirred untold love songs
across epochs of time.
Hungry for some sort of answers,
I wait for the world to unshatter itself—
to sing the pieces back together.
 

Todays poem competition entry was written by Darrell Lindsey

 

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Lost Woods Of The Mind

As I crept through the woods of lies,
Stumbling across stumps of despise,
Tracing finger tips over the trees of hate
I’m too impatient to wait.

With the puncture of every thorn of guilt
My weakness was built.
Tripping over the infatuation,
over all the false sensation.

Being tangled by the vines of depression
From every betrayal you could mention.
Staring at the bark of misguidance,
seeking the loyal romance.

Hoping the will of my being isn’t a waste
With all the hurt and regret I could taste.
Not being able to see through the darkness of insecurity.
Childhood tendencies gently fading with maturity.

Venturing to the edge of dying greens.
Searching for vaccines.
The calling for something more beckons.
Melancholy disappears in seconds.
 

Todays poem competition entry was written by Alexis McPeak

 

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