So many people get scared of using their creativity, cause they feel they will not be appreciated. It pains me to know that up coming poets, or just random lovers of poetry are not been appreciated, this brings me to this decision( drum roll beat) THE YOUNG POETS AWARD COMPETITION!!! Name is not fancy I know, but it's something. well it is open to any lover of Poetry from 14-21yrs old entries should be made to mamzyoju@gmail.com in not more than 30 lines, Topic: any of your choice From 29th January to 12th February. All entries will be uploaded online and the one with the most views will be awarded the price of.... (A silent drum roll) #2500=$7, small too I know but it's a start. So spread the word!!!
She soaked her only solace in a pool of tears, With body cuddling the pillow Like it could save her From the kicks, blows And harsh curses rained on her, As reality had made her it's punching bag. Her mind once tucked in like the sheets, Now laid in shreads on the floor, Ripped apart by the pain and fear Of what comes next. Too much to bear, She opened the window to let the pain out But the wind brought it back, collecting the pieces of her shattered mind, And placed them at its mercy. But as each piece danced, Moving in Synch to the airflows, On a path to the moon, She reached and clung to a single piece of her sanity, To not lose her mind completely. This piece she planted deep in her heart with hope, that the moon will finally go to rest taking the darkness with him, Hope that morning will come with an end to the mourning Of lost hope And With a long rope wrapped around the sun Dragging the shine to her heart, To grow her back into perfect...
WHAT MAKES YOU BEAUTIFUL? I looked at her eyes Shining perfectly with her smile Curved lips that extends like a mile And cute nose that in between lies Going down to her shape She is a perfect 8 Slender like a drape But with curves rightly placed She walks with elegance and grace Dressed from top to bottom in a stylish lace Fitting flawlessly without excess space With Little make - up to compliment her pretty face She spoke And butterflies in my tummy awoke With eloquence each word spoken in strokes And right there I got lost in her physical looks. I gazed at her appearance From a close distance And forgot about her true significance Her real beautiful that's farther from a glance. You are beautiful Not because of your ample bossom Nor the wavy nature of your hairs full blossom Goes beyond your unblemished skin A coating for the flesh tin...
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