Beauty

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, they say…
I see it in a summer’s day.
In sunshine sparkling on the bay.
Flowers blooming across the way.
Storm clouds with their shades of gray.

Beauty comes to ears, as well,
The wind that drives the ocean’s swell.
The glory of a church’s bell.
The birds a-twitter in the dell.
The secrets that the children tell.

Beauty is as beauty does.
Be the beauty that you want the world to hold.
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Rie Sheridan Rose.

 

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Through Your Eyes

Through your eyes, you cannot see how far you’ve come…
You’re traveling a path of life that will never be travelled by some.

Through your eyes, you cannot see all the strength you have …
Strength, love and blessings given from our Lord God above.

Through your eyes, you cannot see all the prayers that surround you each day…
Prayers from friends and loved ones both near and those far away.

But through your eyes, you can see how much you’ve grown and all that you’ve learnt to do…
Smile, laugh, love and be mischievous to.

Through your eyes, you can see arms which lovingly hold you close…
These arms are the arms of those who love you most.
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Lauri Rayners.

 

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First Step

It’s that first one that’s the toughest,
the anxiety,
the suspence,
the risk..

All the possible outcomes,
the good,
the bad,
the things you might miss..

The things that you may achieve..
If you can just believe
and, take that
first step.
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by J.J. Remington.

 

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Priorities

A woman wakes up at every morning at five, she goes along with her daily routine
thinking of all she has to get done, even though the day has just begun.
She sips her coffee, and reads her book; you’ll never catch her without her nook.
Watching the time, she heads out the door, and double checks if she has her blackberry to read emails she can’t ignore. She drives off heading to the train and a certain someone pops into her brain. She starts to text and call her daughter reminding her of all she has to get done, even though the day has just begun.
Now on the train this woman heads to the city, knowing she will be in her office soon, a place filled with workers who have no pity. She puts on a smile and holds her head high, as her colleagues pass by. Each day she’s always looking for new ways to improve, to be better, she’s always been someone who can handle whatever.
She gets tasks completed, makes it aware to others how she wants to be treated.
Some may find her intimidating, some may find her inspiring, others see her as someone whose never retiring. Although impatient at times and quick to react,
she enjoys what she does, that’s for a fact. She is brave, hard working and ambitious,
I should know being her daughter I am a witness. She sometimes is the cause of my stress, but at the same time she’s the person who helps me dress to impress, and wants me to have a future filled with success. She is the tissue to my tears she encourages me to not doubt and be controlled by fears. She stresses the importance of organization and education, without any hesitation.
A woman wakes up every morning at five, she goes along with her daily routine
thinking of all she has to get done, even though the day has just begun.
This woman has made sacrifices, has gone above and beyond for me.
Sorry mom it took so long for me to realize and see how much love you have for me.
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Andrea Nicole.

 

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A Light

There is a light
In my bathroom.
It shines on everything
That is wrong.

Why does a light
Cause so much hatred?
Illuminate the criticism.
Cast shadows
Of the whispers behind my back.
Blind the compliments
And my confidence.
Refract my self esteem.

What is to be seen
Of my reflection
When it is distorted
Contorted
By a mirror of prejudice
And a mirage of opinions.

But confidence is not found in the light.
It is not found in the mirror.
So turn off the light
And see yourself.
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by E. B..

 

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He Is

He can pierce through stuborn armour.
Melt a heart of stone.
Convict the Hell bound souls who will not make it on their own.
He can heal a broken spirit.
Cheer a weary life.
Provide protection to the faithful in a world So full of strife.
He can guide the zelous and ambitious.
Be a leader to the young and free.
Bestow aid to the beginners,who were blind,but now can see.
He’s a Lighthouse to the lost.
He grants grace to the wicked & hope to the confined.
He delivers peace to a troubled mind.
He’s a Song to the Redeemed.
He’s stregnth to the Weak.
He gives rest to the overcomers,who have finally reached the mountains peak.
He’s a 2nd chance to us as sinners.
He helps the hurting in their pain.
He reminds the discouraged to keep fighting,for the greater gain.
He IS THE BREATH OF LIFE.
HE IS THE BEGINNING & THE END.
HE IS THE PURPOSE ALL MEN SEEK.
HE IS A CLOSE & LOYAL FRIEND.
HE IS ALPHA & OMEGA.
HE’S THE SAVIOR OF THE WORLD.
HE IS KING OF KINGS AND HE IS LORD OF LORDS.
free.
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Mersadies.

 

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Mirrors

The human eye is a brilliant spy.
It sees the world; it dreams; it cries.

It can let people in and shut others out.
With no sound at all it can laugh or it can shout.

It’s been called before the window of the soul.
But is this a door to the mind, or a mirror to all?

Because so much of us is a reflection of you.
We conform to fit like a glove or a shoe.

We claim to be ourselves, but that’s the last thing we do.
Just to feel a part of the whole, to be a piece of the clue.

But it should not be that we have to change
To feel like we belong.
The moment that was first believed
Was the moment it all went wrong.

So rid of your masks, take a step back,
And shatter all of your mirrors.
Open the eyes you were created to look through
Without any trace of fear.

For if we all dare to be who we were meant to be,
There will be no hiding or judgment or shame.
We will all be free.
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Faith Furio.

 

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