At first, just a glance
Denial keeps the pace
You didn't see that
You must stay in place
The body signals alarm
Growing louder with violation
Yelling, "Set a boundary
For LOVE's precious elation!"
Shame and guilt steps up
Offering clothes to wear
Convincing of ownership
Where fear mauls and tears
If the mind makes it through
The landmines set for decimation
Unseen forces press and push
For humanity's annihilation
Finally, after peace settles
The soul to assuredly reside
The journey takes familiar roads
Calling out fragments that were forced to hide
"Come forth! Be counted as gold
In the treasure of the eternal King
LOVE has won the war over fear
His presence now rules over all things
...made of matter
Written by Trudy Schrader on 08-15-2026/
What makes me smile is your contest entry
I laughed I sighed and pondered plenty
I feel so torn when narrowing it down
So many great poems in every round
Thank you for your heartfelt poems
Your words were unique and home grown
It’s a fun challenge reading to place
I appreciate your patience and grace
WINTER ENTERING
Winter entering in Misty panorama
Sparkling snow, dazzling glow on snowy proforma.
Jingle bells nod heads sending lemon aroma.
Glamorous Snow Drops glitter and always to search
snow-covered slippery rock shed to hide and perch.
Ivory white bare bark of Himalayan Birch.
Splendid Snow Flakes grow silent yet fast and faster.
Witch Hazel blooms in bright reddish yellow cluster,
Glazing and glistening in sunshiny Winter.
On reminiscence snow-charmed mind tends to incline.
Cold magic to mesmerize snow-glowed soul of mine.
Need warmth ! Come closer Dear ! Embrace tight and feel fine !
Poets are amazing and these were the runner up poems. The site was NOT user friendly and did NOT let me list them so I only have poem titles of runners up below. Thanks again for your entry,
Blooming Beauty With Black Hair
Friendship
Thanksgiving Family Blessing
When the World Melts Away
Passions of Love
Rumors
Crescent Moon
Sunset by Lakeside
Butterfly
My Red Red Roses
My Forest Home
Passion
I wear this hat of lightning what is the mantis god fighting who said the moon wasnt flying because god frozen ice was always lying so I follow to a tree rotten and hollow a door to a plain of people lost in the middle of nightmares gaze
Jesus answered and said to him, "Amen
amen I say to you, no one can see the kingdom of God without being born from above
" Jesus answered
"Amen, amen, I say to you
No one can enter the kingdom of God without being born of water and Spirit
What is born of flesh is flesh and what is born of spirit is spirit [JN 3:3-6]
a blind man led me to Vision
where he pointed was a direction i never prepared myself for
wisdom is not of sight but of mind, body, and spirit
my shielded self was exposed picture perfect,
AND I DIDN'T EVEN SEE IT!
a blind woman whispers in my ear
seashell philosophy inspires me to have the urge for going
of the many things that i have envisoned,
i was still walking in a blindness unseen,
AND I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW IT!
here i am now
anniversary present in hand
as i knock on their door,
i realize that their eyes are now mine
as i announce my presence,
they both hand me a note saying
YOU CAN LEARN A LOT FROM A DUMMY
sincerely, Mr. and Mrs. InnTin'd
Never join – Please! – in taking Russia
For the less alert nations in Asia
Or choosing her own furry coat
For disguisedly sneaking into her boat.
Some Ivanovitch will be coming for you,
First amusedly radioing his crew
About “The Freshest Stowaway
To make a Human Yesterday”.
Russia doesn’t fail to get him
Simply swayed by a whim
Lengthily teaching him ‘How to Borrow’
For a desired voyage, tomorrow …
Your keenest prayer: To not end up a meal
For the Hungriest Planted Shark:
What shall off your mother’s skin peel
And make your wife like a dog bark:
Russia’s last Nobel Peace Winner
Leave confused and thinner?
And her KGB,
A Scarier TB!
Let
us try
to be still
without trying,
for if we do strive,
then how may we be still?
We speak, of course of our mind,
spawning thoughts without any rest,
even during sleep, dream forms pursue,
miring consciousness, in hypnotic trance.
A rotating wheel takes time to slow down.
The same then applies to fickle thought.
Feeding not our fears and desires,
we are released from bondage.
No longer thus pampered,
ego borne thoughts fade.
One with silence,
awareness
brightly
glows.
04-December-2020
A teeny tiny itsy bitsy faerie door
With a small red heart and a joyful feel about it
Welcomed travelers
Elves, gnomes, dwarfs, frogs, mice and bats
Entered the faerie door at one time
Eating a meal or sharing a laugh
The spirit on the other side of the faerie door
Kept things simple – staples stocked, so they could fix a meal.
Beds made with comfortable fluffy blankets and fresh washed pillows.
She was used to keeping things neat and tidy.
They came when they needed to, and they left after a bit.
She enjoyed their laughter, their joy, their comradery.
They never met their benefactor but they all felt her presence
One of those powerful fey entities who stays out of sight
But is ever present.
If you find this faerie door deep in the woods
Or in the meadow, please stop by.
The light is on, and she is waiting to serve.
Contest
I wrack my brains
trying to please William
and gain a coveted trophy
but when I read all the other entries
I know that my paltry effort
just has not got a chance ...
Should I enter
Contest?
A Red-Letter Day Rictameter Poetry Contest
William Kekaula
Checked with soup counter and How many syllables - William counted as 2 syllables has per the counters (but to my ear it is three)
12/28/19
A child
put to bed,
In a large, dark room;
At first, frightened
But then, the door creaks,
slightly ajar,
Where a skant slant of light,
carrying booms of laughter
floods the room
From its narrow wedge
The warm familial sounds
Of aunts and uncles
from a party next door,
Where old friends and family are
So the child rises up,
out of bed
And walks toward its light…
This is how we should enter Death.
John T Tansey
Let´s meet the happy-go-lucky man;
full-blooded,
neither craven nor valiant,
taking life as it comes with a touch of indifferent air,
good-humored, easy-going,
careless and not jealous.
Just It wouldn´t be bad to beam him a bit of mundane grandeur to be a perfect partner.
If it was not because...
We are actually referring to a dummy
Little lithe and lightly
Little lithe and lightly
Little lithe and lightly
little lithe and lightly
Faeries are waiting so let's get started
Into the deep forest, where people do not go
But you can, for you are a chosen one.
The chosen one for today. But let's get moving. It is daybreak.
Little lithe and lightly
Little lithe and lightly
Little lithe and lightly
little lithe and lightly
The sun will soon be full up in the sky, watching.
We do not want to disappoint her, do we?
Of course not. After what she has done for us.
After what she has done for us.
Thrown are we, irresolute innocence through regurgitated realities…
Distortions of parallel paradigms-
excrements of encrypted rhymes,
Sacrificial sapient slaves marooned by masochistic mortalities’
+++
Prolific pondering of minds within spatial exponential existence...
Social intorsions of inauspicious illusions-
captive calamitous confusions,
Warring machines mandating annihilation with rigorous resistance
+++
Tempestuous tyrants dictating, Overlords ruling of magnetic masses...
Dormant dimensions descending-
seraphical souls forever defending,
Dreams diminishing spiraling, convoluting nebulous germinal gases
+++
Hordes of Habitual hunger, incarnating wells by blackened abysses...
Demons demanding distraction-
embryonic echoes of attraction,
Succumbing’s sensorial seductions of love by misguided misses.
Feb.08.2019
I died a little inside
Sponsored by: Silent One
...the muse is in recluse...only somewhat posting now...partial involvement...will be back to full duties soon...thanks to everyone who have commented...love & peace to all...
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
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