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  • Adharshikha Bhaskar (1/8/2013 9:24:00 AM) Post reply

    Because I Was Scared

    Let me climb up on the roof
    And with the power of my lungs
    Let every nook and corner of the town
    Come out and hear as I take the plunge

    I was afraid of love, of how it was
    So I went out and killed my dear
    I didn’t use a gun or sharp claws
    I ended him with the kissing spear

    I loved him, I gave him the world
    And then, I left, abruptly
    I was scared, so I walked out
    And broke him, completely

    I could have used daggers or swords
    But there was a plan on my mind I had
    I chose my silence and then words
    And turned him irrevocably mad!

  • Kishor Pathak (1/7/2013 12:26:00 AM) Post reply

    Poet's Note
    God has given us life, a beautiful gift. Make most out it before leaving this aesthetically pleasing world. Laugh hard as much as you can, fulfill all your dreams, spread love, and demolish hatred. Enjoy this lone life as if you're blessed with seven at a time. Taste a good taste in all your pains and gains. Forget you're past, live in present, and let go future. Time is invincible and you should not regret once it's gone. Because out there in hell you're gonna meet envious vampires, ready to dominate and greedy for your blood.

    A Corpse Wish
    Real world was distinct, most acted good
    I got noticed wherever I looked
    In this virtual world, nobody cares
    Dead I am now, nothing is shared

    My soul aches in agony seeing these vampires
    They raise at night and bad eye your empires
    They all are envious watching your breeds
    I simply can't imagine what's their greed?

    I knew that I am gonna die
    But, I wanted to live with a cute rie
    I cried my pity to almighty and all
    They reject my plea, saying that's all

    This is a place I simply hate
    I wanna get out of this dirty state
    I seek all those beloved, back to me
    Please help me out, and rescue me

    Try to understand me; I'm in a trivial state
    I miss those moments and beautiful days
    That soothing breeze and beautiful rain
    All I get here is vexed and core deep pain

    All my life I walked upper head
    I had a vision and my own fate
    In that real world I never asked favor
    Here I need help, but that's very rare

    I had dreams and some good thoughts
    I wanted to make people smile and laugh
    I was carefree and quite bold
    God came to me and got me sold

    I need friends and that parental love
    I want peace, not this monstrous glove
    My wish is to see you all again
    Fulfil my dreams and enjoy the rain

    To get my life back I'm raising voice
    Please act well and don't be surprised
    Day by day I'm getting swirled
    I'm alone here, in this tatty world

    I know well enough, it's gone for all
    I'm not getting it again; even if I stroll
    Real world is beautiful, enjoy life at most
    Today you're a human, tomorrow you're a ghost

    I miss you all and sending my kiss
    I couldn't do much that's what I miss
    Pray for me and get me devised
    I want my life back, please act nice


    Kishor Pathak

  • Alihjuan Murphy (1/6/2013 3:03:00 PM) Post reply

    Remind her
    Look into her eyes lean forward and plant an everlasting kiss as sweet as blossoms
    show her that at the very moment in life it is love that has found you in this moment
    remind her that she's your reason for not leaving and see if she ever wants to leave you
    then Remind her that this very moment nobody in the world matters as much
    remind her that you fell for her in a few days
    remind her that through thick and thine your always in here corner no matter what
    remind her nothing you have ever done is an lie or an dream just remind her

  • Breaking Allegiance (1/5/2013 11:21:00 PM) Post reply

    Abandoned.

    The pain that I am in,  
    Is very different from the others.
    The feeling of being lost,
    Abandoned,
    Left behing by the person I love. 
    It's unimaginable.

    The pain derives in the very pit of my soul.
    From the depths of my emotions.
    Within this pain is,
    Animostiy,
    Depression,
    Anger.
    Wrapped in regret,  
    And self-loathing. 

    These emotions come from a very dark place,
    And when they break out,  
    They realize,
    There are no bright places. 
    So they show.

    They show where they are from.
    What they are.
    These emotions share with society,
    What they are capable of doing to a human.

    The pit. 
    My soul.

    Betrayal,
    Engulfs me,

    In self pity. 
    The thought that someone,
    That I love,
    Could get up and leave.
    Like a light bulb.
    The switch was dragged down. 
    And you vanished,
    Like the light.

    What is left is black. 
    Unable to see,
    I grope the walls,
    Searching,
    And the light switch is yet to be found. 
    And Never will be.

  • Gulsher John (1/5/2013 8:01:00 PM) Post reply

    Candle in the wind

    In a dark gloomy night
    And the around was blessed with fear and fright
    Rain, lightning and thunder storm
    snatched away the sweet night`s charm

    A child of ten and two
    Was dressed in red and blue
    Lapped by a mother tight and close
    A last hug of her dear son, she knows.'
    In her tender but shivering arms,
    Try to make him calm.

    Her love Faith and tears
    All were melting in despair
    Helpless to ease her child`s pain
    She prayed but all in vain.
    The mother was sure
    That her son`s curse will never be cured
    And he will never see and hear
    The next rising sun and the morning cheers.

    In his meek broken voice
    The boy stated last his choice
    'But why heaven cursed me so?
    Like storm engulfs an exhausted dove
    Did I do any wrong that much?'
    That spared my soul for devil`s touch?'

    'I just followed the butterflies
    And echoed the singing birds cries
    Wandered around the daffodils and lilies
    And was friendly with every living species
    Loved the colors of rainbow
    And always versed in a gentle lingo, '
    Then why my cursed not ceased?
    Deprived from all fun and feast'

    Ah! His poor broken heart mother
    Kissed him hard and Burst into tears
    'O heaven send thy mercy
    Spare my child from such harsh tendency
    He is just two and ten
    And never did any sin.
    My heart is bleeding
    And you're even not heeding
    Bless his soul and ease his dying breaths
    Be kind O lord! In these hours of death.

  • Payal Parande (1/4/2013 8:08:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    n a black coal mine
    You are the diamond in the rough
    Shimmering as blazing as sun
    You have power to make us blind
    With your sheen

    On the saddest day of the life
    You are the miraculous joy
    Vehement, frenzied and raving
    You have power to make us cry
    With a laugh so hard

    In the abandoned entity
    You are a pleasant friend
    Amusing, affectionate and authentic
    You have power
    To make a veteran truth false

    I hoped you'll stay long
    But you may go because you wish to be so
    But the time with you
    Was crucial, candied and charming
    And no matter how far we live
    No matter how critical time we'll go through
    I'll always miss you
    I'll always miss you

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  • Rosemary Daguio (1/4/2013 12:24:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    My Amnesia Girl

    the past...the memories..all gone
    with the blink of her eyes..i can see nothing but darkness...
    darkness..it's all there..
    why..how could it be..
    everything that has been built..
    framed with laughter and tears..
    they.. all disappeared..
    too hard...too hard to bear..
    so many days..years that's been together..
    warmth on my arms..
    it's gone..
    now...just an innocent love whose trying to put things together..
    hoping for any strings..
    images of the past...
    that has been blurred..faded..and buried itself..deeper than the deepest ocean..
    and I...nothing but an old friend..that's what it should be..
    don't try to meddle..
    just past through the hurdle..
    and see what's next..
    I have no choice but to let it be..
    time should come..it will..
    on any other way..these would be all right...

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  • Ronald Britcher (1/3/2013 7:42:00 AM) Post reply

    Hope can be Meaningful
    With sights in and sights out
    Giving up is not an option
    To overcome this doubt.

    Peace can be quietness
    With all the lights on or all the lights out
    Noise is not an option
    To overcome this doubt.

    Love can be sacred
    With intimate love and love that is Stout
    Hate is not an option
    To overcome this doubt

    Happiness can be at PEACE
    With HOPE and LOVE being loud
    Sadness is not an option
    To overcome this Doubt

  • Ronald Britcher (1/2/2013 9:15:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I look at my past with a simple blink
    Wishing you was here so we can still have a drink
    There was good times we had
    There was even times that were bad

    Our heart aches didn't last
    We always started over with a different task
    Hoping to see knew light
    While hoping it didn't end in a fight

    Mom said we are just alike
    When we talk were on a different flight
    Going on about bickering things
    We both ignore what cause's the pain

    At times we were tolerant to each other
    Is the best time we didn't want to be bothered
    I don't want this time to be sad
    Just want to tell you I love you dad

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  • Lex Cecilio (1/2/2013 4:15:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    Title: Wired To Kill



    Once upon a time, when clocks weren’t real,

    Around the same time no one knew how to feel.

    A beautiful woman strolled through the square,

    A smirk on her face she knew people would stare.

    But not one pair of eyes pointed in her direction,

    Just silent winds, howling at her reflection.

    The woman was amazed at this unusual reaction,

    So she let her smile do all of the action.

    Still, no one looked, no one cared,

    Nothing but her smile and the sun’s red glare.

    Outraged by this mysterious place,

    Thoughts in her mind as she started to pace.

    Looking around, she saw a figure,

    Out in the far, it was the grave digger.

    She approached this man, and smiled at him,

    No response, as the sun starts to dim.

    Saddened by this terrible shunning,

    The woman thought of something very cunning.

    She re-approached the digger and grabbed his hand,

    Quick as the thunder, it turned into sand.

    Scared to death, the woman let out a scream,

    Just to find herself awoken from a dream.

    She started to weep, she started to cry,

    She catches her breath, while she let out a sigh.

    She looks to the corner, she see’s a man,

    Dead as the night, cold as a fan.

    In shock, she looked at her hand,

    Bloody like hell, it turns into sand.

    Beautiful, lost, and frozen still,

    Just a pretty face, wired to kill.

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