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  • Hira Akhtar (2/10/2014 6:16:00 AM) Post reply

    Together
    Hands in hands
    will go through
    critical problems
    If i fall,
    you'll be for me
    to console and hold
    You are the one
    cherishing from;
    hot and cold

    'BAZAAR' of love
    'I' and 'You'
    shall conquer
    Ruling others hearts
    promoting an example
    anyone saw neither,
    nor thought

    Enjoying love ride
    being your newly bride
    Every time out shall we go
    talking and taking
    hands in hands

    Without you
    I " DON'T" desire
    a single breath
    'YOU' I need dire
    in every second
    Torment ocean
    together shall cross;
    boarding the ship
    Of faith and trust
    both enfolding
    hands in hands

    On every b'day, mine
    you'll hug me and kiss
    craving for my life, long
    but let me tell you
    word 'LIFE'
    for me is 'YOU'
    To shine and tarnish
    with each other
    I lust keeping,
    hands in hands

  • Prateek Khard (2/6/2014 9:29:00 AM) Post reply

    'The Selfish Street’

    I fight,
    Till the first Sunlight,
    To cover the black under white,
    But that’s not right,
    Because I am fighting with the ‘Cheat’,
    By living under the ‘Selfish Street’.

    Why?
    I do not deserve this!
    And I do miss,
    My innocent time,
    Which vanished like a Rhyme.

    Now I weep,
    Inside very deep,
    And I cannot sleep,
    Till I sweep,
    This Mess,
    Which are making us ‘Less’.

    And I will not stop,
    No matter what I have to face,
    Because I have joined a Race,
    To be shown,
    And to prove that,
    In this Street I am not all alone.

    And at last we will experience together,
    That this Selfish Street teaches us to differentiate
    The ones which are ‘Ours’ with the ‘Others’.

  • Ameya Deshpande (2/5/2014 7:14:00 AM) Post reply

    It's OK

    Deep down into my mind
    There is some peace to find

    Deep down into my soul
    There is something that I seek as a goal

    Now I have started to understand something a bit
    That I must & must live with a grit

    Living with a grudge or a set-back can be a mistake
    You must let go of everything for your own sake

    Deep down into my thinking
    There is a great belief that has started to sink-in
    That it's Ok

    It's Ok to be who you are
    & it's Ok to be what you want to be

  • Shelley Stanworth (2/4/2014 4:59:00 PM) Post reply

    Everyday to enhance my brain
    I'll smoke weed, sniff cocaine
    Have a beer to mask hidden pain
    Higher than treetops, insane

    Different day, same old shit
    Still outside the circle, a misfit
    I'm not tried, made of grit
    In life cowards are those who quit

    Whatever I believe in or think
    Changes moods faster than a blink
    I wish to tip the bad down the sink
    So whats left will match up, interlink

    Sick of just waiting for life to begin
    Want to be comfortable in my own skin
    Hate the compulsion to be better, to win
    The prize we seek must be found within

  • Donna Chlimon (2/4/2014 1:32:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I think this forum should actually have postings of poetry contests people know about! How about we share some of them with our fellow poets ;)

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  • Leesaan Robertson (2/4/2014 12:22:00 PM) Post reply

    Hi, Sir/ Madame
    My name is Leesaan Robertson. I would like to be entered in the poetry contest.
    And I also would like to know how I can get poets to comment on poetry's
    Because I've been on here for awhile and nobody has commented on my poems yet.

    My email: leesaanrobertson@ymail.com

  • Donald Goodside (2/1/2014 4:48:00 PM) Post reply

    Night Shift ___

    Each of us has an image of paradise
    A destinations resting reward, and yet
    I am troubled as my own view is dim.

    Deep down many levels beneath the sun
    Where hand hewn roots of Sequoia support
    the Marble hall of others, I am sweeping
    the dust gatherings and collecting into piles
    The cardboard refuse of gifts not meant for me.

    Toiling the forever among vague others I never knew
    While I was sleepwalking somewhere up there.

    I go on, in the certainty that eventually
    I too, will rise to the Alabaster Porticos
    Washed by brief sweet showers of rain.

    Till then I accept my role
    As Janitor, on this side of the Gate.

  • Shelley Stanworth (2/1/2014 3:16:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    Christmas-

    Dreading the winter as the days pass by
    Wild like the raging storms I am the sky
    The hammering rain and sleet express my cry
    While thunder roars as me screaming why
    Cant pretend the past memories are a cruel lie
    Which are swamping the festivitites that I try
    To forget were once the days I watched you die.
    And all I do all year long I force the fight
    Against the grief inside that drains my might
    Which I usually conceal from my loved ones sight
    But sorrow descends on this months blustery night
    As once among the decorations out went a light
    Its more beautiful to me than the stars are bright
    Its more beautiful to me than the world in white.

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  • Sapekshya Timilsina (1/31/2014 10:49:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    If I could, I would.

    Don't look how my eyelashes are,
    or how fair skin tone I have.
    Don't judge how my hair's so messy
    or how I can't manage to look pretty.

    The curves that I may have,
    I would never want you to love me for that.
    Look into my eyes, how bright it would shine,
    if you were here and if I could call you mine.

    This feeling that covers up the whole of me,
    from the tip of my toe to the root of my hair,
    is something I will never be able to explain,
    because even when I see you, I go completely insane.

    How do I say what I feel for you is like?
    That would be unfair if I try to sum it up in words.
    and honestly, to me you define 'perfection'
    You're here with me, oh! that'd be an imagination.

    You love her, I know that quite clear but,
    I want to love you like 'Juliet' loved her 'Romeo'.
    I just don't get why she won't treat you good,
    because honey, if I could, with all my heart, I would.

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  • Dylan Morgan (1/30/2014 4:44:00 PM) Post reply

    The one that got away

    I was hers
    And she was mine
    I dreamed of something
    That should not change

    Her smile
    Oh god oh god
    Her smile
    Was as beautiful
    As her luscious hair

    And in a second
    She was not there
    To ship her away
    Oh so far away

    Across the border
    Goes her smile
    No love for me
    And no love for us

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