10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 8th grade, 9th grade, courage, war,
by Caren Krutsinger |
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.
Warrior Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Lawless
by Justin Bordner |
gothic, heart, nature, women, endurance,
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 -
by Diana Rosser |
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 |
When my thoughts are at its
And all cease so that i may be in
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
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
And lastly my minds sends sweet
symphonies of singing so subtle that
this can only be called one thing :
by Dan Keir |
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,
Bubbling brown ridges strike
The confining dimensions in a hostile yawn:
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.
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.
by Jenish Somadas |
anger, confusion, hate, life, lost,
Under the passing smile he nourished his monstrous collusion
Plunder the face, while my shattered mirror fallen in confusion
Hunter shammed in the veil of love, pursued the pleasure of delusion
Thunder struck into a litter pile, driven me to a life in seclusion
Wonder how the hostile acid, deformed my face into exclusion
Sunder my life into an isle, the immense vacuity of illusion.
Third Place in Triple Rhyme Poetry Contest sponsored by Beth Evans
by Abdul Malik |
child, faith, family, child,
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 Sidney Beck |
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 Oleg Borisov |
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 Andi Abderrahmane |
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 Leon Enriquez |
In vain things
For personal gain;
Calls it progress
Loves the status quo;
Makes excuse for war
Wants fair play
Chains of free enterprise
Uses lofty terms
Love and compassion;
Wars kill people
Both sides slaughtered;
We say we want peace
But we prepare for war;
Small wonder then
So much chaos
Ego blood shed;
Peace in the afterlife
Yet more violence;
All are guilty
05 August 2014
by Janetta Harrington |
childhood, health, introspection, lost love, love, nostalgiaold, old,
vacant days of big fat cats
little old ladies with big
summer naps followed
by soft summer nights
turning into silver
conjured up lovers
and riding machines
pasting in books of
innocent looking guys
with high flying schemes
brothers tender then
hostile; old loves gone
waiting for a ring
by a small black phone
by Biplab Mahadani |
dedication, girlfriend-boyfriend, life, loss, lost love, loveme, nice, me, nice,
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 Nate Wallenmeyer |
art, courage, emotions, happy, life, loneliness, visionary,
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.
I took Death’s advice
Changed lives and mine
True to this.
by Serge Lyrewing |
emotions, feelings, happy, love, places, romantic,
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 Momon Touthang |
12th grade, anger, angst, care, depression, satire, women,
Let me emphasize why they criticise :
Such boundless lassitude, lover hater.
Paltry commitments get one scrutinized.
On a questioning spree with that hipster.
That hostile face, in joy or in sorrow.
Merry miser, buy compliments as much
O! Pitiful spinster, don't you borrow.
Nagging like a meemaw, fretful as such.
Why would you write a self panegyric?
The entire world calls you a cynic.
Hope, love and pain, The Holy Trinity
Might help you get back your gone sanity.
Ponder upon the things you were given,
Shed evils away and welcome Heaven.
by Stefan Maxima |
i love you, poetess, poetry, poets, romance,
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 |
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 Leon Enriquez |
Voices in my head
Fashion fears I dread
Too many regrets
Guilty pleasures fret
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
30 November 2014
by Unseeking Seeker |
anti bullying, happiness, love,
Loud, uncouth, unkempt
taunting barbs don’t tempt
as echoed action.
Trust us, we’re not fond
to thus trauma bond
with feral instinct,
that’s not quite love inked.
Needless use of force
but leads to divorce,
for in our journey,
soul seeks harmony.
Pristine morning dew
bids the sun adieu,
yielding to convey,
love’s the only way.
by David Sermersheim |
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
abiding the angular course
to quiet realms
of solemn darkness
by Anindya Mohan Tagore |
( 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
by Tracie Griffin |
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 |
confusion, introspection, love, mystery, sad, lost, lost, love, me,
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 Christy Hardy |
faith, hope, life, love, war,
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.