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by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: 10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 8th grade, 9th grade, courage, war,

My Daddy Died a Hero Death

My legion whom I doth love well
Our future battle might be hell.
Fierce hostile enemy our foe
We’ll not fill our hearts full of woe.
Let’s not stumble, falter or sigh.
When we hear the Scott’s battle cry.
Let’s uplift each other with grace.
Show we are here to win the race.
Whatever happens on this day,
You want your sons to always say,
My daddy died a hero’s death.
Insanely brave ‘til his last breath.
Now please know what you always knew.
Forever I’ll be proud of you.


Written 9-9-2020
Warrior Sonnet Poetry Contest 
Sponsor: John Lawless 


by Justin Bordner |
Categories: gothic, heart, nature, women, endurance,

She Is Gospel

When a woman is just a woman 
the world waits not for her wishes and woes
It seeks to rape the rose of her youth and ravage her assertive reason,
she must become more than mortal meat, she must rise to where hot spirit flows
accelerating the bloodletting of her zen into a hostile zeitgist, she makes endurance a weapon,
the gestation of her gestalt confronting the civil and savage alike, sharp beauty is all she knows
becoming a love hunter with no remorse, womb driven, wasting no color of season,
learning to weep over the bones of bastards, to scream through shadows,
reaping light from simple eyes, heart uncommon
Eve believes God as she grows -

J.A.B.

by Diana Rosser |
Categories: love,

For you

You are my love, my Garden of Eden,
my safe harbour in life’s hostile tempest.
The place I fold into when all things else
have left me raging and almost beaten.
When desolate clouds have choked all reason
and dark grim despair beguiled comforts rest,
where even natures hand remains unblessed,
there you abide through every season
an anomalous beam in sightless mist. 
Though ripeness has stolen youth’s bright lustre 
you smell as sweet as those first teenage days.
Summer meadows still lie within your kiss
and bound within the curve of you, laughter
still exists amidst dreams and loves warm gaze.

by Sarah Stainbank |
Categories: feelings

In love alone

When my thoughts are at its 
deepest
And all cease so that i may be in 
emptiness
I am forever filled yet because there 
is someone in my heart
Someone who offers a wicked love
So wicked, i wonder what, when or 
why
With whispers and whimpers, this 
love is wicked but humble
It leaves me hungrily happy but 
hostile in harmony. 
Confusion is contrasting in my 
minds confidement with my heart
At last,trust in agreement
At peace
And lastly my minds sends sweet 
symphonies of singing so subtle that 
this can only be called one thing : 
Lonely love

by Dan Keir |
Categories: absence, age, courage, environment, forgiveness, growth, hate, hero, hope, howl, identity, introspection, leaving, loneliness, lost love, memory, miracle, mythology, nostalgia, pain, passion, philosophy, poets, rain, rights, sad, science fiction, sky, space, stress, travel, voice, wisdom, world,

Flat Canvas

Flat canvas;

Bubbling brown ridges strike 
The confining dimensions in a hostile yawn: 
Upwards, Outwards.

Walk the world no longer, an ending beckons, 
A precipice builds moments where swallows wager wings 
On new seed: New breeds.
Falling buys the assurance of seconds
From a sinking well. 
Oh well.

Remember us when the globe begins to slip,
Bang drums for our pity:
Our crescendos mean less than meaningless.
And then, when spheres crack, continue 
On the whorl of a thumb, 
Stretching hope to nothing.
Run.

by Abdul Malik |
Categories: child, faith, family, child,

More Than Meets the Eye

Don't blame the bearer of bad news -
A gun doesn't kill by itself or a knife,
Nor a violent video game or hostile views;
An evil act is but wrought by a mind's strife.

When you nurture a seedling or stunt its growth,
You can foretell it'll be a vine or an oak tree,
So is with the mind of a child as he grows forth -
Will he be hateful or inherit his life stress-free.

There are spiritual laws that govern with
the same certainty as the physical laws;
Faith, trust in God, and love are not ancient myth
But values that shape the character sans flaws.

Like putty, wax, dough or a lump of clay,
Mold the child right lest another soul he slay!

by Oleg Borisov |
Categories: lost love

Snowflakes

There are two similar snowflakes,
they`re dancing in the frosty air.
And childish joy them merry makes
in such a menacing and hostile era. 

Persecuted flocks the wind severe 
then will sweep impassively aside.
On the sly those naughty disappear, 
rest will come soon in the clear sky.

by Leon Enriquez |
Categories: angst,

PEACE



Paradoxical man:
Seeks peace 
In vain things


Exploits others
For personal gain;
Calls it progress


Fights change,
Loves the status quo;
Makes excuse for war


Wants fair play
Mistreats others;
Chains of free enterprise


Uses lofty terms
Love and compassion;
Hostile takeover


Wars kill people
Both sides slaughtered;
Peaceful cemeteries


We say we want peace
But we prepare for war;
Small wonder then


So much chaos
Ego blood shed;
Peace in the afterlife


Violence seeds
Yet more violence;
All are guilty



Leon Enriquez
05 August 2014
Singapore

by Sidney Beck |
Categories: love,

THE RISKS OF LOVE

THE   RISKS  OF  LOVE  


It was a hostile land in those days, singing
Of our dream of a house, clinging 
To something we could believe in,
Rooted in the soft rocks so that even
The breath of the earth itself was muffled.
Precarious, tenacious, cliff-edged  -
Dwelling there for three score years of nights
And never a pause taking from its delights;
Never choosing to deny the thrill of waking,
Or surrendering our siren-held souls, or shaking
Off our thraldom.  'Twas the perfect foil
To the ever-present harshness and soil
Of the reality on solid ground.

by Andi Abderrahmane |
Categories: lovelove,

INFATUATION

Into the jungle, the realm of all hazards
With love and a tucked-spear armed
The infatuated sphingid his way bravely wended
Heedless, the  hostile beasts all around scuppered.

In shady corners their merciless fangs sharpening
The sphinx moth the orchid’s love shielding
All perils boldly daring, all around hovering
His sweetheart frenziedly for eons seeking

Never flinching, never faltering nor huddling
Breezes he rode whilst his love whetting
His sweet maiden’s scent to his senses wafting
His wing beats to her fabled nectar guiding.

by Biplab Mahadani |
Categories: dedication, girlfriend-boyfriend, life, loss, lost love, loveme, nice, me, nice,

Swift Wind

The nice swift wind,blows across my face
hitting me cold,in the life's bitter race.

The streets are lonely and lone I'm walking,
in the cold hostile air,hardly I'm smiling.

Searching for the one who held my hands
to make me feel warm like the magic wands

Still moving alone in the path of life 
feeling the pain through the edge of knife

Still wishing to go back in time to childhood
playing on streets like those in the neighborhood 

far better than moving alone searching for the one
who comforts me just like the morning sun

The nice swift wind ,seems romantic no longer
neither the cool breeze feels like the earlier.

by janetta harrington |
Categories: childhood, health, introspection, lost love, love, nostalgiaold, old,

vacant days

vacant days of big fat cats
little old ladies with big
white hats

summer naps followed
by soft summer nights
turning into silver
dreams of.....

conjured up lovers
and riding machines

pasting in books of

innocent looking guys
with high flying schemes

brothers tender then 
hostile;  old loves gone
cold........

waiting for a ring
by a small black phone

by Nate Wallenmeyer |
Categories: art, courage, emotions, happy, life, loneliness, visionary,

LIFE

Life
Hard Strife
Stay alive
Need of advice
To survive this night
Born in this world of crime.
Fear, obstacle of progress
Adhere and surpass digression
I took every chance not to question
“The lesson,’ said Death, ‘Is knowledge, with use” 
The knowledgeable fear application
Those who aren't fearful are dull-witted 
This may seem like hostile intent            
To comprehend the simple.
 Individually
I took Death’s advice 
Changed lives and mine 
True to this.
Compassion,
Love.

by Serge Lyrewing |
Categories: emotions, feelings, happy, love, places, romantic,

As Helga gives me frail peace

As Helga gives me frail peace
At ancient walls of Thunder tower
I want to touch her hand, I miss
this warmth. I won’t release my power.
Flirtation’s nothing for my soul
It is detestable, forbidding; 
It needs just flesh it makes me fall
It darkens our bashful meeting.
It’s hostile for the heart of mine,
For moment of this sweetest feeling,
I ask myself; I don’t know why
She makes me happy willy-nilly.

by Stefan Maxima |
Categories: i love you, poetess, poetry, poets, romance,

Long Like The Rainbow


While a sad poem
Pours down the trees tops
And the moonlight caresses them,
My miserable life’s path
Slowly comes to an end.

Surrounded by silence
And deadly darkness like the toll
Nothing but profound sorrow
Felt only by the lonely ones
Long like the rainbow…
Oh, how much its black tone hurts

Dreams in the hand
Are nothing but a blank paper
Washed out by hostile rains
I have no one in this world
In me, sorrow and nothing more.

A bitter cold night…
On the lake of dreams
It writes this poem in tears
Once the joy embraced the darkness
And now it’s gone

by karen croft |
Categories: power,

when one partner becomes disabled

your kiss burns my lips
it's hostile force against my flesh
sends daggers edging down my spine

this love that you call passion 
is pure poison
in my blood

our romantic bliss
has taken a wrong turn
your out for yourself
to fill that need

while i'm confined to this bed
my minds's lost and distorted
your just keep on taking
and i try to keep remembering

it's not concentual
when you force yourself upon me
it's called rape

by Anindya Mohan Tagore |
Categories: desire, symbolism,

Bliss

( A Pleiades )

Born with perfect bliss in
Barren island of hate
Bloom love in hostile hearts
Be my only desire
Beginning the process
Blessings may help me out
Bleak souls need warmth to bloom


Contest : Pleiades
Sponsor : Kim Merryman
22.11.15

by Leon Enriquez |
Categories: change,

UNSAVOURY



Voices in my head
Fashion fears I dread


Too many regrets
Guilty pleasures fret


Uncertainty hurls
Crash of hostile swirls


Fear feeds silly hate
Ideals bleed too late


Here with swift frenzy
Curb thought forms crazy


Blurring drama flush
Sudden instincts gush


Spicy and hot taste
Savoury plots haste


Voices now dig deep
Faces that still weep


Question how love fares
Indiscrete such cares




Leon Enriquez
30 November 2014
Singapore

by David Sermersheim |
Categories: love,

Let Us Go

let us go
you and I 
to where the
water meets the sky
and be one again
before all is done
and winter’s dim dark chill 
draws down hard and fast
and we cower
from each sullen blast
of rancor hurled
in hostile fling
against what endures
through tentative hour
while waning dreams
fade faster than
feeble ambition
can sustain
abiding the angular course
to quiet realms
of solemn darkness
in peace

by Christy Hardy |
Categories: faith, hope, life, love, war,

Let Me Say, Thank You

Let me say "Thank You", to our troops everywhere,
for without their sacrifice, freedom could not be shared.
All the sleepless nights, they have to endure,
must be so miserable, I am sure.
Miles from their homeland, they are stationed tonight,
without a goodnight kiss, or holding loved ones so tight.
Never a complaint from these soldiers we love,
just their trust in our Lord, protecting from above.
Hostile ground is where they are making a change,
and they do it from their hearts, not for fame.
Yes, they are our soldiers, our finest so brave,
dedicated to bring Peace, Praying, a difference is made.

by Tracie Griffin |
Categories: life, love,

Questions of a silent soul

The questions of a silent soul 
would be enough to burn a giant hole 
through the windy palaces of the frozen lands 
and the hostile dunes of the sifting sands 

They would seek the answers that no one would 
disregarding the common should and could 
the senseless syntax would not mind 
for none shall hold that could not bind 

The heart would answer, try as it might 
to give the soul the endless sight 
to help it understand wrong from right 
giving daylight to the dismal night 

The questions of a silent soul 
would have no purpose and no goal 
and yet it would falter not at all 
to query everything big and small... 

   

by Krissy Ward |
Categories: confusion, introspection, love, mystery, sad, lost, lost, love, me,

On Love

I think I've lost my mind
Looking so hard for answers
But love is all I find
Breaking hearts left and right
Without a moment's hesitation
Always ready to start a fight
Feeling hostile for no reason
Hating love and loving hate
Growing colder every season
Pushing those that I love
Taking for granted even
The greatest gift from above
Have I really lost my mind?
As life moves on and on
Have I been left behind?
Chaos gave me peace at last
And danger brought me comfort
Everything is happening so fast
Flash before my eyes 
Answers to all my questions
Love brings only tears and lies

by Lewis Raynes |
Categories: baby, love, tribute,

Another Little Prince

I walked the isles of books today, 
Walked passed shelves full of tales,
Books with rabbits like Watership Down, 
To books about spiders and snails,

And I was drawn toward one small little book, 
About a man who crashes his plane,
And when he woke up he met a small little boy, 
In the hostile desert terrain,

And this small little boy, who inquires a lot, 
Wants to see the man draw a sheep,
Not because he cares about drawing at all, 
But because he cares about something more deep,

And as I read through, it became clear to me, 
The small child had the pilot convinced,
That it’s important to love the people you love, 
The greatest book about the littlest Prince.

by Eileen R. Kelly |
Categories: passion, world, love,

Reality of love...

Why is it we love so deeply...
with such undeniable passion...

for many we know the world is full
of pain...hostile tension...

we cherish our love -
those that love...

we know full well - all that
is going on a round us...

...the ugliness outside...

we protect our beautiful love...
for we know 
so many are denied...

for with this love...
we try to restore...

the love that does not
find it's way to this world...

so we love with passion...
it is here we feel secure...

to try to restore faith -
faith in this world...
into this world we pour...

by Satish Verma |
Categories: adventure, allegory, angst, animals, anniversary, art

COLLECTIVE GUILT

For the sake of lake, I climbed
on the weeping hills
to see the other side of moon.
The precipice of hunger weighs heavily
on shoulders.

Capricious time moves inwardly,
Strikes  at the chest.
I set free the love-birds.

Conflict of trees tramples the grass
All summer the smell of dry winds
was scorching tear drops.
Every word was crying.

Dark in my city
I am wandering alone in alleys
of hostile homes.
The collective guilt of the flesh
blazes the mind.


SATISH VERMA