CHECK OUT OUR CONTEST FINALISTS FOR WRITE A POEM TO NEW 2022 YOU
We posted our finalists for our writing contest, which was a poem to the new 2022 you. We will announce the winner March 2nd. In addition to our winner ($150 prize), we will also have a bonus prize for whoever gets the most votes ($150 prize). So, scroll down and read and vote for your favorite story.
Reflecting on past situations.
Pinpointing the moment my emotional growth was stunted.
Premature limitations, numbed from horrific devastations.
Trama and fear carried on from my childhood nightmare.
Seeping into my present reality.
Limiting me from who i was created to be.
Thoughts that deceived me, into living life as a victim.
Parents did not…
Rise.
As I sit in my room and wail, ‘why me?’
Leaning out of my window, I curse people, quite pathetically.
Of course, COVID has bashed me– again- and thrown away the key.
Not today. Really? Why today? And then I rise, make some tea.
Into my bedroom I go; he still serves food at the door.
But in this invisible snare which holds me, I ponde…
Life is Different Now
Authenticity you were elusive and
hiding beneath the stuck parts of me
I stumbled as I tried to catch up
with a resident alien fighting to be let free.
Afraid it might be too late to open the door
Giving you the space to live and breathe
and never again fear the light of day
they say better late than never.
What exactly does this broken vessel carry?
Anxious thoughts
An appetite for independence
A one way mirror looking into the perfect future
It always fails to prepare for it due to its lack of a reflection
The world has gone to hell,
Truly vindictive individuals are allowed to run free
While we chain down those who haven’t done anything
Covid v…
Too Wonderful
I think that
I shall never see,
a world as lovely as a tree.
Green it stands straight and tall
Generously giving love and shade to all
Who is there like you and to whom can I compare?
Your beauty is beyond my words, and all the angels stare
At your richness and gentleness, your meekness and your grace
If only I could see you and put…
The first time you crumpled and chucked a corner of your life it landed on the floorboards that noticed when your shoe size changed. I’ve watched you shout sentences out of your pockets, the chapters you wished away tucked under boxes in the attic
You forgot that I write sonnets even in the moments w…