Poetry competition CLOSED 20th March 2013 11:40am
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EngrVV (D_Poetic Engineer)
EngrVV (D_Poetic Engineer)
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Anonymous
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No poem can be written without true feelings
if it has acute meaning .
If yesterday had been ,tomorrow never is
'til today has seen
all to reminisce .
Sometimes, life seems funny and disjointed
unfair and obscene but never totally pointless.
Maybe or maybe not
some will see lines ,between the dots .
In moments of clarity, I see the dormant all
and the one percent I call ,humanity .
Perhaps I'm wrong about everything
perhaps I'm right about knowing nothing,all of it .
My mind believes in flight and true release
through time like a reprieve .
If only people could awake
and make the real things ,not break .
Last time I looked around
I realised that ears hear no sound .
Nowadays like many gone before
the hours stray to nowhere's call .
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No poem can truly manifest the depths of emotions
from within my heart
If only I had the courage
to express my feelings for you
Maybe vibrant colors could have filled
the empty spaces between us
Nowadays that we're getting gray,
there's no more room for regrets
Sometimes, life seems cruel tearing us apart
with every tears from our hearts
Last time we saw each other
after so many countless moonless nights
Perhaps I'm wrong about not telling you
what I truly feel deep inside me
My mind believes it's better kept that way,
but my heart says otherwise
In moments of clarity, I see a huge beacon
of shining hope for you and me
If yesterday had been forgiving,
then tomorrow our hearts shall beat as one forever...
Anonymous
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Joe not Steve "on life"
In of moments clarity,
I see too many things,
far off left and right
No poem can Manifest It's creators freedom,
It is but Heart of mind
maybe, mind of the Heartless,
Some minds you see breaking down
If yesterday had been slow danced,
I wouldn't be here now, Things we see
sometimes
life seems truly something
of Knowledge gained
sometimes
Utter nonsense,
shaking the fist
My mind believes
upon purposed being,
particles of paths,
guiding life's journey
Perhaps I'm wrong about that,
said the busload of kids
off edges of cliffs
Last time I checked
everyone's guessing
most are wandering,
wishing something true
If only to listen,
closer even,
these rhythms borne
Of reaching desires
nowadays would feel the same
within my yesterdays,
fulfilling without regret
In of moments clarity,
I see too many things,
far off left and right
No poem can Manifest It's creators freedom,
It is but Heart of mind
maybe, mind of the Heartless,
Some minds you see breaking down
If yesterday had been slow danced,
I wouldn't be here now, Things we see
sometimes
life seems truly something
of Knowledge gained
sometimes
Utter nonsense,
shaking the fist
My mind believes
upon purposed being,
particles of paths,
guiding life's journey
Perhaps I'm wrong about that,
said the busload of kids
off edges of cliffs
Last time I checked
everyone's guessing
most are wandering,
wishing something true
If only to listen,
closer even,
these rhythms borne
Of reaching desires
nowadays would feel the same
within my yesterdays,
fulfilling without regret
Anonymous
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Anonymous
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An Unexpected Meeting
Last time I saw you, before yesterday, was in a grayscale picture.
Nowadays, I remember you in color bleeding red under my knife.
No poem can be written before tragedy has pricked the heart with needles.
Sometimes life seems like an apple, and I, a worm, safely tucked inside.
If yesterday had been welcoming of flaws, I wouldn't have to hide from myself.
In moments of clarity, I see myself waiting for trenchant teeth to slice me in two.
Maybe then I could be separated from reviled components of my shadow.
My mind believes flattery is powerless; you proved to my heart it's not.
If only you had remained a stranger, murder would not burn memories.
Perhaps I'm wrong about that. Maybe we were born to pierce each other's hearts.
Last time I saw you, before yesterday, was in a grayscale picture.
Nowadays, I remember you in color bleeding red under my knife.
No poem can be written before tragedy has pricked the heart with needles.
Sometimes life seems like an apple, and I, a worm, safely tucked inside.
If yesterday had been welcoming of flaws, I wouldn't have to hide from myself.
In moments of clarity, I see myself waiting for trenchant teeth to slice me in two.
Maybe then I could be separated from reviled components of my shadow.
My mind believes flattery is powerless; you proved to my heart it's not.
If only you had remained a stranger, murder would not burn memories.
Perhaps I'm wrong about that. Maybe we were born to pierce each other's hearts.
Anticipating Night
No poem can lengthen the dark without inviting day to overstay its welcome.
If yesterday had been... less concentrated in fluorescent lighting, struggling against the shining sun...
Sometimes, life seems short in night, void of carrots, and supersaturated in day.
Maybe night will hasten if I bid day fare thee well...
In moments of clarity, I see movement in the air, invisible to the entranced scuttling passerby.
Perhaps I'm wrong about the longevity of day and the brevity of night, but
my mind believes in the night's powers of taking back sun and dirt...
If only the sun could stay forever, and then I remembered stars:
Last time my moon shined slowly over my shoulder, enlightening my mind,
nowadays the carrots are ingesting stolen nutrients into their deep roots.
No poem can lengthen the dark without inviting day to overstay its welcome.
If yesterday had been... less concentrated in fluorescent lighting, struggling against the shining sun...
Sometimes, life seems short in night, void of carrots, and supersaturated in day.
Maybe night will hasten if I bid day fare thee well...
In moments of clarity, I see movement in the air, invisible to the entranced scuttling passerby.
Perhaps I'm wrong about the longevity of day and the brevity of night, but
my mind believes in the night's powers of taking back sun and dirt...
If only the sun could stay forever, and then I remembered stars:
Last time my moon shined slowly over my shoulder, enlightening my mind,
nowadays the carrots are ingesting stolen nutrients into their deep roots.
sometimes life seems so pointless. completely and utterly useless... a waste of time
Maybe someday i'll find a meaning to life, something worth while
My mind believes in nothing, has no hope. but my heart carries on
If yesterday had been a brighter day maybe id have more hope for tomarrow
Perhaps I'm wrong about life but, it seem to be just a pointless façade
Last time that i had a little faith my heart got broken
Nowadays im a little more warry of who i trust completely
if only i could forget the things that plague my broken mind
In moments of clarity, I see a spark of hope that keeps me from ending it
no poem can truely reflect my feelings i lock inside my soul
Maybe someday i'll find a meaning to life, something worth while
My mind believes in nothing, has no hope. but my heart carries on
If yesterday had been a brighter day maybe id have more hope for tomarrow
Perhaps I'm wrong about life but, it seem to be just a pointless façade
Last time that i had a little faith my heart got broken
Nowadays im a little more warry of who i trust completely
if only i could forget the things that plague my broken mind
In moments of clarity, I see a spark of hope that keeps me from ending it
no poem can truely reflect my feelings i lock inside my soul
Anonymous
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First of all, I would like to congratulate everybody who participated in this contest and a big thank you to Ms. mikimoondancer for giving me a chance to showcase my ability to write poems. I feel both humbled and honored for this recognition. It really means a lot to me...once again, thank you guys!
First of all, I would like to congratulate everybody who participated in this contest and a big thank you to Ms. mikimoondancer for giving me a chance to showcase my ability to write poems. I feel both humbled and honored for this recognition. It really means a lot to me...once again, thank you guys!