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Akanksha Ayantika Poem
In solitude of all wild thoughts
Twirling and meandering in my mind
My ingenuity traces out a slender slope
As I see the abstracts take mystic form
The stories within me design a stream
My imagination is running the currents
Oh, to witness the birth of new wonders
How meticulously each word is shaped
And the impeccable carving that gives rise
To the treasure flowing out of my pen~
13th April 2023
Contest: Writing Challenge T words
Sponsored by Constance La France
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FEAR
Terror
Of unknown
Staring into a
Void of unending dark
On the first night outside home
"A fear we lose with growing up"
8th April 2023
Contest: Pyramids3--7 line poetry contest
Sponser: Joseph May
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An incomplete spring
Paired with incoming summer
Rears rare-bloom bluebells
Idyll of dual-toned skies
Like unison of twain lives
1st April 2023
Contest: March into April- Tankacrostic
Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich
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beneath the rainbow of sundry stripes, I sang solitaire
1st March 2023
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I made a vow on a day divine
To hold your hands in mine
May it be rain or shine.
In the years that followed the day
Our hands never went astray
Rather, your hand in mine led the way.
In every sky of grey and blue
I kept my word to you
Together, we witnessed the dawn anew.
In times of departed sand
I am holding your resting hand
While I sit in a headstone land.
20th April 2023
Contest: Writing Challenge V words
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I sit by the shore, looking out onto the sea
Slowly the wild blue crawls towards
A clasp, a tight embrace to my feet
It pulls me down how effortlessly.
I look up to see a cloud passing by
Glidding through, soaring high
A soft sight and misty white, a vision to see
And there it goes- into unknown.
Another comes like the rhythmic tide
Pulling at my leg but I can fight
I can count each passing cloud
They tell me, "Get up, you'll be free"
"Get up and you can fly like me."
I stretch my hand to the mystic sky
With each passing cloud, I fight off the sea
The sea is sadness, cloud is bliss
I should await the bliss, ignore what's amiss.
Henceforth when I see a cloud passing by
It gives hope to stand up and fight.
5th March 2023
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Long hair laid down
Silken charmeuse curtains descend after the act
26th March 2023
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A
cricket
in the grass
glistening green
silver lit, sings a song to welcome sleep
Adrift anon in a dream gallery
but continues
to lick the
grass and
sing
19th March 2023
Contest: In the Grass
Sponser: Anthony Biaanco
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Repristination: to restore to an original state
A humble home of yore
Caught the flames ablaze,
Burned down to ash-floor
Razed to a smoky haze.
Only if we could
Line up the pillars
Renew the floorings
And set up new fillers,
We could dust the cinders
Paint the charred walls
Hang tapestries of trust
Place daisies in the halls,
Foundation of love and lenience
Rebuilt on cleaned ground
As it once was before
With felicity roaming around.
In such wise, we could regain
The seats on veranda at gloam,
Look at the dying embers in sky
And restore the pristine home.
20th March 2023
Pick-A-Title Vol.35 Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
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The heir to Jotunheim
A prince orphaned to war,
He grew up a brother to Thor
In the divine halls of Asgard.
The God of Mischief, he is called
True to his cunning and charm
He keeps daggers up his arm
You never know what scheme he is on.
He was not fond of Odin
But he deeply loved his mother
He learned his wily tricks from her,
Frigga raised him as her son.
But, in spite of his malevolent plots,
He did things we should reward
Like when he helped in saving Asgard
And he died by the hands
of the Titanian warlord.
22nd March 2023
Contest: Marvel Superheroes Supervillains and Superanimals Contest
Sponsor: Robert James Ligouri
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