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  • Carolyn Breeze (10/12/2012 2:40:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    The Advice

    Being a Mother is the hardest jod I've had to do.
    Parenting is tough at times the benefits are few.

    I am so proud of my children, a direct reflection of me.
    Even we we butt our heads eventually they see.

    Children are not easy. Instructions aren't included.
    I find that i get much advice, but much of it's diluted.

    Doctors tell you one thing. Parents tell you others.

    No one tells you what to do when sisters fight with brothers.

    I am a parent of 18 years with a 13 year old as well.
    As far as giving out advice there's not much I could tell.

    When my children were babies as a parent I was too.
    As they grew into adolesence as a parent I grew too.

    I love my children dearly and they would tell you that I'm strict.
    They still come to mommy when they need a problem fixed.

    We have all shed many tears, some yelling, and some laughter.
    First the yelling, then the tears, the laughter follows after.

    There is no perfect parent, so I want all mothers to know.
    If you are a mother you'll learn what you need to know.

    Parenting is practice, you'll find you practice it so much.
    When they need their mommy, there's nothing like a mother's touch.

    By: Carolyn Breeze

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    • A B (10/17/2012 6:47:00 AM) Post reply

      a very nice poem..really loved it! the joy of becoming a mother is the greatest joy one can have in this world!

  • Johnny Eardley (10/11/2012 3:30:00 PM) Post reply | Read 3 replies

    I wrote this when we unfortunately suffered a miscarriage a couple of years ago: -

    To our tiny little angel,
    that we never got to meet,
    hold in our loving arms,
    count the toes upon your feet,
    i want you to know,
    as you watch from above,
    from the moment we knew off you,
    you had all off our love,
    your mummy and your daddy,
    your sister Imogen Grace,
    in our hearts and our family,
    you already had your place,
    we've had to say goodbye,
    without ever saying hello,
    to a special boy or girl,
    that we never got to know,
    you will always have our love with you,
    on whichever cloud you be,
    and you'll never be far from the thoughts,
    off us your family x

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    • A B (10/17/2012 6:50:00 AM) Post reply

      a sad heart ached as i read thru the lines; ..

    • Cyanea Williams (10/16/2012 12:01:00 PM) Post reply

      This poem made me cry a little. It reminds me of my little brother.

    • Anthony Townsend (10/15/2012 4:00:00 AM) Post reply

      I love this poem; especialy like the lines - we've had to say goodbye, without ever saying hello,

  • Elizabeth Zak (10/7/2012 10:52:00 PM) Post reply

    Who told the moon to sink?
    That dark beauty vanquished,
    The End of something not yet formed,
    Alas, the lightest moments are in the dark,
    When the shadows form misty lamps,
    And you-my midnight sun-radiate,
    And I-the darkest shadow-absorb your glare,
    Too soon the reality returns and dreams fade,
    My dream, my aching bliss, that weighs me down,
    Always approaching the end of what never was,
    And never could be.

  • Scott Campbell (10/7/2012 4:20:00 PM) Post reply

    The point

    I thought I wanted to be a writer, I thought I wanted to use words to acquire emotion,
    But I don’t wear turtle necks; I don’t wear a watch, seems writers have class.
    I haven’t suffered enough yet, but I have them fooled, I can sing the song of the sad man, the song of the mad man.
    Work takes all creativity out of a man; he’s left with nothing left but a muted mind, and an empty stomach. You turn in your precious minuets of the only life you will ever get, for paper and metal that goes just as fast as the seconds of the only life you will ever get, but we do it, we want to do it!
    We do it for the shit we don’t need, like turtle necks, and gold watches, we do it for the class.

  • Daegonius Bonapartae (10/6/2012 10:45:00 AM) Post reply

    Joyous rain falls descendant upon my sorrow, Oh that joyous rain!  

    Returns to me sweet reminiscing memories of my goddesses mirthful all my solitude and pain

    As years had passed, so had my vigorous love, beith once for mirth; yet her foreboding left me in cluttering vain

    The action it lead me into was nothing more than a piteous pouring pit of that glorious joyous rain!  

    In all of which my soul shalt claim, whilst I stand in this striking rains all of the memories of that one of mirth

    In time mayhaps I retrieve that grasp of thought, or that peace leading me to ease and perhaps meeting her shall give me rebirth 

    Yet in all of my doubt, and all of my forlorn insomnia, each and every day I wear a necklace with an attached flask while I traverse this earth

    Within the interior of the flask lie the memories in formal tears of all of these years she has made cause to be away, ah, yea, tis my attached curse

    And in her absence and in this flask of sorrow revolves me into an involuntary depression, and as she runs from me my heart rides along on this invisible hearse

    At moments end, the reappearance of mirth may surely Come on a day I possess old age and a time where perhaps I am sane

    Though one thing is for sure, Oh that mirth and how I know that on that day shall be loves promised day, vow and ever falling upon me surely shall be joyous rain!  
    Daegonius Bonapartea

  • Austin Straussfield (10/6/2012 6:35:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    Check this out...i'm kinda new here and will be needing guide from the experienced one...please i want you all to comment on this
    " I never knew i could fly
    until i see you cry
    Patiently waiting for your smile
    but it's way long along the tide
    you make me walk the mile
    even though its for a while
    i never knew i could fly
    until i see me try..."

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    • Brian Skyers Rookie - 1st Stage (10/28/2012 3:55:00 PM) Post reply

      Not bad for one just to the end and read again..concept good. I have to write in rhyme..easy for reader. I don't use complicated wording. You can check my style. I get pleasure when no ... more

    • Cyanea Williams Rookie - 1st Stage (10/16/2012 12:06:00 PM) Post reply

      I'm new here too, don't worry. I think it was great! Im not experienced with this site, but I have been writing poems since I was 5, so I have experience in writing.

  • Peter Maxharya (10/5/2012 10:03:00 AM) Post reply

    Hey hey! Im Back yet again, got new poems for only u and u and u! Titled 'this living' -'i loved you! ' and so much more interesting reads, enjoy ur read.

  • Lori Hopkins (10/2/2012 7:01:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I can't find poetry contest. When I click on Poetry Contest this page pops up again.

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    • Anthony Townsend Rookie - 1st Stage (10/15/2012 4:04:00 AM) Post reply

      I thought that as well. (play on words) - maybe it is a " Con test" page in itself, as it has us fooled.

  • Gwenevere Cornwell (10/2/2012 5:18:00 PM) Post reply

    Everone who reads this message, please read my new poem called Don't Wake Me Up. I look forward to your feedback. Thanks! G

  • Enoch Quaye (10/2/2012 1:32:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply


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    • Trinidad Villafranca Rookie - 1st Stage (10/2/2012 2:40:00 PM) Post reply

      Look through the list of contest find a challenge you think your up for there are plenty to choose from I posted one few have stepped up to the challenge but the ones who have, have been truly amazi ... more

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