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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The sun will set in the distance
But my arms will never rest.
The moon will take over the night
But my legs will never stop.
The red rain will fall upon my family
But my body will press on.

The door will come crashing down.
The walls will disappear.
The spirit will drown.
The mind……gone.
The friends I once knew…..fall.

But my head will stay put
My arms will raise
My eyes will stay keen
My hope will secure.

Come storm
Come red rain
Come night
Come day
Come death

I will persevere
I will walk on.

Todays poem competition entry was written by Emilia Arndorfer Cordova Corea Rajo.


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I Got To Say..

I got to say I love you, but I don’t know how to show you
I never felt like this before with anyone
Never felt…
So alive, complete, happy, and in love
You make me feel special
The words you say are perfect
It’s like music to my ears
The way you hold me is loving
It’s like you will never let go
The way you kiss me
It’s like our lips are meant for each other
The way you look at me
It makes me feel that your eyes are only on me
I’m falling deeply in love with you
You’re the one I want to spend the rest of my life with
You’re the one I cant stop thinking about
You’re the one I want to wake up to every morning
You’re the one I’m willing to give my life up for
You are the love of my life
My one and only

Todays poem competition entry was written by Kendra Abrams.


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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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