By Poet..... "Sometime life is unseen. What remains then shows up."
Over the many years,
pillows have been filled with tears.
Unseen dreams of attacking bears,
representing my many fears.
Now unseen what remains?
It is all locked away in my brains,
tied tight with heavy chains.
Sometimes red busting veins,
filling me with overwhelming pains.
Written: August 17, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Tania Kitchin
Checked by HMS.COM/ 5 / 7 / 5 / 7 / 7 -
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in the hush of dusk
my sandals brush dry grasses
the day's warmth fading
crickets sing of letting go
and i breathe in the new chill
from heaven god's tears
pour down on the living
wiping sins away
Big yellow digger scoops
the ground,
Moves the heavy dirt
around,
Makes a loud and rumbling
sound!
My heart feels heavy, filled with pain,
I know I’ve stumbled, failed again.
I didn’t mean to cause you grief,
But Lord, I long for sweet relief.
Forgive me, Lord, and make me new,
Shine your light, my soul renew.
In your mercy, I will stand,
Safe forever in your hand.
Beneath the darkness, lost the sun.
I seek your grace for all I’ve done.
Your love is kind, your truth is near,
You wipe away my every tear
Take my sorrow, take my shame,
Lift me higher in your name.
Through the storm, I’ll sing to you,
Faithful God, forever true.
There's stillness in the air.
A silence hovers heavy in the distance.
Reigns an uncertainty of what's to come.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Sun ascends, the relentless overlord of the day.
Steam rises from concrete like breath from the earth.
Stillness settles in the trees, even the cicadas pausing.
Sweat beads and trails, a slow-moving river on skin.
Shade becomes a sanctuary, fiercely guarded.
Sky shimmers in a veil of unrelenting heat.
Souls surrender to June's heavy hand.
.
poor peanut
pretty
sheets crumple'd
in mitts
hern
reach'n fer
thuh board
head
shake'n
"please"
(((just))) make thuh
bed
i'm not allow'd tuh
phuk maid
thuh
not on fridayz
tip (edvard tap)
meanz
In the shadows of the city, where the beats collide,
90’s underground, raw and bona fide,
Biggie’s flow, Tupac’s fire, blasting through my mind,
Graffiti on the walls, stories left behind.
Gritty streets, heavy bass, drums hit like a punch,
Respect the roots, the essence, the lyrical crunch,
Pure and independent, underrated and true,
This is dope times ten, nothing else will do.
From West Coast G-Funk to East Coast grind,
Every lyric a gem, every rhyme defined,
Chopped samples, stories woven tight,
Hip-hop’s heartbeat, alive in the night.
The Last Poets, Black Panthers, voices of the past,
Echo in the rhythm, built to last,
Raw, gritty, nostalgic, a head-nodding trance,
In the underground’s embrace, we dance.
Heavy gratitude for the real, the raw,
Mad beats, heavy truths, the soul’s in awe,
This is the sound of the streets, unfiltered and bold,
90’s underground, forever gold.
My mind is heavy like the whole cosmos,
A wonder fills my thoughts about mankind.
From dawn to dusk—on Everest’s peak I stand;
My goal: to watch the world go by,
And jot a memorial note about the last days.
In those days—Carimea will rise against Nrai,
Leading to killing and famine across the world.
Covid and Ebola will spread among nations,
Their names too bitter for lips to mention.
A gender will tie the knot with itself in the open,
Saying, “Adam for Adam, Eve for Eve—no God.”
A man will rise and say,
“Better my daughter than my wife,”
And a woman will say,
“I’d rather lie with my son.”
The old will sit awhile in the barn,
Reflecting on their fading years,
Saying they need hot blood
To warm their cold blood.
A person will trade a family for wealth without shame.
The shepherd will fleece the sheep he claims to guide;
Churches will grow like mushrooms in the rainy season,
For bread-winning—not for saving lost souls.
My mind is heavy like the whole cosmos,
And on Everest’s peak, I stand in pain;
Writing this memorial note, not in vain;
Signing it:
“Conscious Wakener”
My heart is heavy
thinking of you
I've cried
a thousand tears
over you
how many have you cried -if any?
Do you even think about me?--
I have been seeing my life like a bullet train
Crashing through meadows into hallow ground
Measure the sky with me I am already too tired
Lord Your world is too much for me but You defeated it for me
Apples or Oranges we Trust in Yeshua
Signals of violent skies and Juniper suns falling toward the earth
Under the ground I tried to hide myself except he is the very air I breath
No one can hide from him No one can escape him
He is our best friend who wants eternity to live with us forever as a family
He is always our Father who cares for us Diamonds mine my blood he is there in my very blood
do they not see he is within all his creation all so silly to imagine they could do anything but full submission to Jesus who is Yeshua who is Joshua my JayBird
He calls me His Yellow Patch also Della Vossa best friends with God is because I surrender to him every second. Thank you Jesus for saving my soul
There are times that life feels heavy and hard
A loved one is struggling, the grief you are living with
becomes big and ugly, work seems harder than usual,
but if you focus on the good, the weight seems managable
My own illness, my sister's sudden illness, the shadow
of death that looms larger at times, how do you move on
from dark to light? Embracing the peace that the Prince of Peace
offers, taking the hand of a friend offering help and simply living life
No one has all the answers, but if you see someone whose smile
seems off, but they are working and doing their best,
encourage them, smile at them, and know that this is someone
who is living life under some heavy weight, yet keeps moving forward.
She has a crack in her heart an feels her body’s a stranger.
She has nothing left but the feeling of having lost it all.
She mourns the future that will never be an struggles to see any light amongst the darkness in her heart.
She feels endless grief, a sadness that makes no space for anything else.
She’s mastered the facade of a life believed to be bright & happy but yet its so dull.
She is that women, that women that falls apart at closed doors, but the same one that has a glowing smile.
No one understands the way she hurts.
She tries hard to not to let the pain break her but it proves to, everyday she fights herself not to fall apart.
Each day is a different day but yet it feels the same. She re-lives the memory of mental pain an still sees the mirrored scars.
She fights to move on but the darkness in her heart won’t leave her, it follows her around like an old friend. But yet they are not friends, the darkness is her enemy.
stress feels like a weight on my chest
like something pressing down on my lungs
and anxiety whispers worst-case scenarios
into every quiet moment
sleep doesn’t come easy anymore
it breaks apart in the middle of the night
leaving me staring at the ceiling
counting worries instead of sheep
my mind runs in circles
overthinking every word, every action
every possible thing that could go wrong
until my head feels too loud to exist in
some days i smile and pretend i’m fine
say “i’m okay” like it’s automatic
while inside my heart is shaking
and my hands feel cold with fear
but i keep breathing
even when it feels tight and uneven
keep moving forward
even when anxiety tries to hold me still
because surviving days like these
takes more strength than anyone sees
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