Best Competition Poems
I am in competition
with no one
with the exception of
myself.
Sometimes I think
life would be easier
if I were
dumb.
Maybe
if I were ugly
people would be
nice.
I
wish people
could see my
heart.
Perhaps
they might
actually like
me.
by Berteena
Harmony of the Soul
Featured on PoetrySoup - January 20,2019
Dragon went to the mailbox this morn,
And he came excitedly flying back, yes, toward the house…
So Now, you should… be doubly, doubly, doubly forewarned.
Yep! Now, you GOTTA know… We’re in for a LOT of ensuing chaos!
Yes, He had a letter addressed to him…
With a smile on his face and a letter in his hand…
And what, you ask, had him wearing, such bubbly, bubbly, bubbly grin?
He’s going, this year, to the Fireman Competition, and held the invite so grand!
By Now, you must know, such excitement, so fine…
As usual, made his fire to run, run, run… onto the letter in hand…
And that Date, and the Time? You know, that fire? Well… never mind!
Thought this would slow Dragon? No way! He’s ready, now, for that Laurel Strand.
He flew to the Firehouse, lickety- split…
Crashing into the fire truck, giving it a broken axel and 4 tires flat, flat, flat!
Leaving his head, stuck, solidly, through the window, into the trucks cockpit…
Fortunately, out ran the fire chief, to organize the rescue, of our little dingbat…
When NOTHING ELSE would work, all the firemen…
Put their feet on the door, grabbing Dragon, and they pulled, pulled, pulled!
Finally, it took old Grandpa Troll to pull his head out, by taking the door off…
And then breaking the door apart! My! What a day, I must say, THIS had been!
Then next week’s competition was explained…
As a Charity Event to enhance and outfit their old faithful fire truck!
Now a little rescue practice will never, never, ever… it’s ascertained…
Ever be turned down! And Oh My! And Oh Well! What’s that truck worth?
That is… compared to our klutzy, little clown…
Grandpa Troll donated repairs as Dragon worked it off, day after day, after day.
My Moral is: If great you will be, then mistakes will be made along the way…
As you walk to your destiny, don’t despair; just keep going to your brighter days…
Written By Carol Eastman 5-19-2016
The thick numerous shoots of grass have come out,
no more snow shovels til late autumn comes about.
I hear the robins chirp as they tend their nests,
wait....the sound of a cranky lawn mower chugging
to life from its winter's rest!
Quickly, dear, go out and mow before everyone else
does!
our yard needs to look perfect, 'cuz-
the neighborhood spring lawn mowing wars have
just begun,
it's quite serious, not so much fun.
Yard envy is so common in our subdivision,
The HOA "Yard Of The Month" prize brings derision.
If the young couple who just moved in across the
street think their landscaping is the best,
my roses and begonias will put them to the test.
Hubby can't start the riding mower,
he's cursing its parentage midst dandelions
and clover.
The other men in the cul-de-sac are already
halfway done,
as their wives bring out iced tea for them
under the strong sun.
Well, well, tomorrow is the neighborhood
block party,
I've already made an array of warm weather
dishes so hearty,
My potato salad and baked beans will surely
be the envy of the other cooks,
it is in the good 'ol American spirit-
to compete and be a smug schnook! ~
The time is finally here
'Haterz' have no fear
For I have come in peace to compete
And to attain my rightful position and seat
You see when I battle people,it's just unfair
I hold **** down and y'all are unaware
I stay true to my word,as long as I said it
ooh, then I mean it
I bring wreck like little Denice the menice
But do not be fooled,i'm complex like the city of venice
You all be rapping this and that,**** be fabricated
Bring your garbage round me,get you all annihilated
I'm chemically unchanged,no one here is a challenge
Battling me is risky,observe the talent
My lyrics untouched,flow is hot,with a twisted plot
I got ice in my veins,so keep a close watch
Don't mess with me,'cause i'll clap the steel
I might just be the type of dude you all need to kill
But Revenge is a dish served cold
So I wear coats and stay in murk mode
And For people thinking they got potential
Tell them to wait until I put a missile in their lines
They should wait till I beat them lyrically off the porch step
The only reason their rap is tight is 'cause they wear a corset
My heart knows that I'm close to that seat
Soul sings for joy,cause the sun is under my feet
Sense organ smells victory
I smile 'cause of the obvious sign of prosperity
Hope you all see that I ain't got to exert much energy when facing enemies
I'll probably haunt your dreams like Jason's enemies
I'm very powerful with pen
Mightier than the sword,it is written once again.
Talk the talk and Walk the walk contest.Early 90's
~~~Taekwondo Competition~~~
Taekwondo is in my blood
Every day I go into battle
I fight millions of fights when I am in my sleep
Sometimes I am challenged by raging demons…
Sparring with ease and gliding through the air
A jumping back pivot kick with the ease of butter
A pick kick is my most lethal weapon
A reverse roundhouse will push my opponent back
In three –three minute rounds of full contact
Anything can and will happen
At the end of a match the opponents shake hands
All in a day’s brave battle
For five long years undefeated in my area
And now I only fight in my dreams
One day when my youth is restored I will teach other kids
How to also overcome their demons
And I will help them keep score
All in a day’s brave battle
Gwendolen Rix
8-14-14
Never
Think that I have
Lost or forgotten dreams
That we shared one night long ago.
Never
Brenda Atry
5/14/2011
Five Lines Down Poetry Competition
A dance competition went horribly wrong.
During an Irish gig and a Highland fling song.
The gigger flung his foot out in front.
The flinger went flying, taking the brunt.
When the two crash landed in a heap.
The spectators gasped in their seats.
The flinger's kilt was around his head.
"I apologise for nay underwear" he said.
The gigger of course had breeches on.
His modesty preserved but his chances all gone.
For tripping the flinger he was the dismissed one.
So the Highland Fling flinger that was flung won.
competition instead of cooperation
we are growing they say
but how
are we growing fat in hatred
or are we growing slim
in love
we are growing they say
but how
are we growing big in lies
Or small in truth
yet we are growing
I just wonder how
how we are growing
are we growing up well
or are we growing up dying
to live
yet we are growing
yes we keep growing
but were are we growing to
even when we grow
how do we grow
are we growing
when there are so many
in need out their in the third world
are we growing when food waste
in some part of the world
while their are too many hungry
stomach in so many places
are we growing when
truth is dying
about to be buried
far away from our existence
are we growing when
our soul remains stagnant
no spiritual growth
cos no more common sense
yet we are growing
growing in a world of
competition instead of cooperation
Bluebells, more bluebells
Hyacinths' first blooms of Spring
Rhapsody in Blue.
The fans are wild and crazy -
It’s the name of the game…
The game that’s most watched on the planet!
No, not American football -
Why it’s the soccer match of course – what else!
You’re simply an outsider if you’re not a fan –
Everyone covets that annual Ballon d’Or
And if you don’t, you’re so very odd!
Every country is represented -
Soccer is the Olympics of sports.
One eye on the dreaded penalty box…
While watching for the bend, that feat of magic,
For the screamer to see why it’s called a screamer,
Loving that howler as long as it’s not by your team,
And when your team has fallen behind,
Is there a better goal than the equaliser ?!
Praying for a brace or better yet a hat trick
Aiming for the GOAT
Hello…! the ‘greatest of all time’!!
Where have you been ?!!
And when that final whistle blows…
The whole world will take notice
And rise for the winner of FIFA !
AP: 3rd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on June 18, 2018 for contest 2018 WORLD CUP sponsored by MARK TONEY - RANKED 1ST
Earth had offered Her eco-centric contract
of love and synergy,
awaiting ego's personal response each day,
each moment,
eager to optimize wealthy health care cooperations
of sacred grace.
Over an apparently inadequate lifetime
ego implied his competitive response:
I grow increasingly excited,
stimulated,
by this co-petitioning challenge
to frame our dissonance,
our operational riddles and puzzles,
games and illogistics
and dark strategies
Measured in statistical decomposition
of the odds for sustaining life
by perfecting hatred and fear
of death's dissociative decay.
I question Earth's right to positive resolution
and harmonic resonance,
as consonant co-governance
of enlightened ego empowering eco
to play win/win,
recreate without sin,
and co-passion nicely together
This co-petition against wasted anxious time
fully exercises my right of conscience,
to re-search 0-sum ego-partisanship
for absolute freedom from eco-dependence.
This co-petition asserts our human natural guild's unlovely preference
for contention over contentment
for sustained longing rather than resilient belonging
for uni-lateral freedom
rather than ego/eco bilateral interdependence.
EarthMother absorbed this richly contentious compost,
this dissembling over cooperative rights of assembly
and competition challenging associative eco-creation
as too inclusive recreation,
divisive of ego's omnipotent present place
in organic space
derived from eco's multisystemic functions
within history's healthiest seasons.
It seems to me,
said She,
Time has unfolded an eco-systemic co-tractive gift,
born of Her binomial grace
in bilaterally felt space,
a belonging response to mutually co-tribute with ego
gratitude for bicameral mutuality
and full freedom of co-scientific consciousness,
to conjoin time's eternal moment
of past personal ego
with future eco recentering life.
Post Scripted: "After all this time and space
repeating inhumane competitions and cooperative contractions,
deductive inducements to balance positive political space
with negative un-ecological economic time,
thank you for remembering why RightBrain felt eco-normics
gave birth to LeftBrain's verbal ego-petitions
in our first through last breathing moment
of win/win eco-operative identity."
Signed: Earth's Polypathic CoOperative Covenant
Headed for the tower
Watch the legs supply the power
Using a simple two-wheel device
Spirited competitive ride healthy and nice
This athletic mechanical dance
Traveling the scenic villages throughout France
Checking the rural roads
Letting everyone know
‘How is it holding up after the mountainous winter snows?’
Twenty-one stages to do all this
An international spectacle not to be missed
Late June and into mid-July
Townspeople applaud as the colorful circus goes bye
Bringing neighbors together
Sometimes enjoying beautiful weather
But when it rains
No one complains
About this strategic cyclist game
Yellow, green, polka dot
Shirts note which riders are winning and are hot
Tour de France is arriving at its destination
City of Lights gearing up for the championship presentation
Under the arch
They glide not march
Thirsty and parched
Knowing soon the accomplishment will be real
Proclaiming well done to the peaceful pedaling deal
Gargoyles stamping the approved entertainment seal
Hitting the end line
Everything finished and fine
Ready to pour the victory wine
While success dines
On time
Using the sponsor's dime
And listening to the Notre Dame bell’s chime
With nothing to fear
Until next year
When they come back here
For the Tour de France cheer
You’ve pushed the boat out once again
You’re out there on the beach
With the one you chose
to exchange your vows
Were the best ones out of reach?
Well you’ve done it now the deed is done
So make the best of it
Treat him mean
and keep him keen
Avoid litigious writs.
Italian life is wonderful,
all women wine and song,
But this thing I’ll teach,
allow him one of each
and you won’t go too far wrong
best regards
David Wallace
Competition entry
The ghostly sky hangs over the bay
Purple, ominous and looming black
Seagulls screech their advance warning
Of the foreboding storm approaching.
Through the endless rush of water
Swelling, surging and wildly panoramic
The passage of time flows powerlessly.
A rainbow glares from the November sky
At one with winter's warning sounds.
Small fishing boats cradled by the pier
Rock and sway, frail and threatened
The darkened ocean has caved in
And is now under siege.
Seagulls flap their wings in rhythm
Seeking out the giant cliff's shelter
While frothing waves, great replicas
Of an eternity of lifetimes -
Roll and struggle to their destination.
Through blackened skies covering the bay
A myriad of orange light shoots momentarily
Dimming - fading and then dispersing.
Nature is trust into chaos
Thundering and spraying the pier wall.
As the winds howl and the waves lash
The fury of the night has just begun.
Ten words ten lines 2-Big Surf Competition
After a long ennui of big wave competitions
surfers take to Oahu's North Shore "to go for baroque."
For these bonafide big wave riders hanging ten
is party time, cake frosted with elan and deju vu.
Waves peaking it's face into the eyes of the brave,
with carte blanche of fifty footers, part of the sugar.
All eye candy are on the Hawaiians, lipping alley-opps on the curls,
showcasing avante-garde to the diletttante's and spectators.
As waves keep pounding the shore to the cacophony of applause,
to tats, tongs and tans, big wave riders take to this anomaly waving.
Anomaly
Avant-garde
Baroque
Bona fide
Cacophony
Carte blanche
Deja vu
Dilettante
Elan
Ennui
connie pachecho
1/20/18