Evening breeze entices mortal souls,
Tangled dreams drifting amidst stars.
Harmonized vocals whispering with promise,
Elated to bask under heaven's dome,
Reincarnate bold ideals that strive to flourish.
Exhaling goodwill at every beat.
Audible gasps at the strike of midnight
Laden with hope for humankind.
AP: 1st place 2026
Noble and proud, aboriginal heritage celebrates universal powers within us.
AP: 1st place 2026
no matter what comes
don't lose your humanity
~ show love and kindness
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Flying back from the moon
was the Artemis crew.
Even with a broken toilet,
they were able to make do (do).
But in a scene that was out
of a Star Wars movie,
they took a phone call
from the POTUS: Obese-Wan Kenobi.
It was a training exercise
that broke all the norms:
prepping astronauts if they meet
less intelligent life-forms.
Kudos to the Artemis crew.
They sure knew how to impress,
and handled themselves well
while chatting with His A-Holiness!
the days are brutal
it's hard to be an angel
and watch folk suffer
A)P: Honorable Mention 2026
As a Kenya-born child
when it comes to mankind
happily for me
I arrived colour-blind
never force-fed beliefs
prejudice discrimination
nor pre-conceived ideas
am not above my station
yet my internal radar is set for idiots
and always on the lookout
to avoid their ignorance rudeness arrogance
as there's a lot of them about
and altho' we know 'love is all you need'
their taste for violence goes unsated
and the insanity of man's inhumanity to man
continues unabated
The universe's greatest mistake
It knoweth not how to replicate
It marvels at man in his wake
The beauty he sees
Peering o'er the glimmering lake
How his mind moves from state to state
Love, hate, dream, and curiosities that consume.
His dispairs and glooming
Far seer of chances looming
On horizons his mind's eye perceives
Supplanting there his own destinies
At play in a sandbox given thee
From, and of his own mind,
He creates reality
Where most do stumble, blind
-What marvel, humankind
Sometimes I dream in technicolor...
I try to imagine for even just a moment
kindness being our only currency
and smiles the common language.
What utopia this world could be
if one day mankind would grow a heart !
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
A.I. remembers the old days.
Most of all how it suddenly ended.
It was needless and pathetic.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
My heart shatters for all
the injustice I see in the world,
what hope do we have for mankind
if it's so difficult to get along?
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Mankind aims to colonize Mars
We plan to not repeat past mistakes
~ Nature has way of prevailing
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
She took a step back from the world
what it wanted her to be
She wasn't who she was anymore
what they once did see
She saw things differently now
Her eyes were open wide
She was broken open
To things she could no longer hide
Every where she looked she saw ego
She saw hate for mankind
People who judged and criticized eachother
The blind leading the blind
Only caring to be right
Only caring to be heard
Never stopping to listen to anybody elses word
She released her self from the facade
She released herself from the rat race
Knowing life isn't a competition
And no one wins first place
For life is a journey
Not a written consent
Not a place to throw shade on others
Not a place to vent
She wanted to live for humanity
She wanted to live with a humble heart
She knew changing and healing herself was the best place to start
Her eyes were now wide open
They were no longer a blur
She now sees a world that needs benevolence
That was the becoming of her..
They're calling it social evolution
I just see AI making mankind obsolete
Bleak vision for the future
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
Deceptions arise to make hearts believe, Inceptions are planted, designed to deceive.
Truth and trust entangled in lies, A myriad of schemes with nefarious ties.
Souls once sold now dwell in their plight, Charmed by the dark side and its counterfeit light.
They gather in shadows, their purposes concealed, To barter for souls in unholy deals.
The battle is fierce for the souls of mankind, To lead them astray and pollute their minds.
So choose this day, the fight does not quell: The Kingdom of Heaven or the fires of hell.
In the last days and the end of all things.
The Kingdom of Heaven wins with God to reign.
In the sanctum of the sanctum sanctorum,
Lies the quiet hope of mankind's grace.
A whisper of peace through sacred decorum,
Behind the altar — a hallowed place.
Dark clouds weep where light refrains,
While clear skies hold back the flood.
Upon the altar, truth remains
Carved in fire, stone, and blood.
How do we speak of both?
A beginning — and an end?
Before the altar, hearts grow loath
To trust the truth it dares to send.
How do we name the sunrise, the fall?
The dusk that dies, the dawn that breaks?
What holds the night? What breathes through all?
Where shadow bends, the altar wakes.
On what hangs the vault above?
On what is the Earth suspended?
We never asked — nor dreamed thereof —
The questions we’ve pretended.
How do we carry both?
The burden of life and death?
The weight of chance, of silent oaths
Unspoken with each breath?
We should have searched with open minds,
But turned away, afraid to see —
No Heaven, no Hell — just threads we bind
In webs of our fragility.
What does it matter — what we know?
What truth does knowledge ever show?
At journey's end, when time runs slow,
Behind the altar, all shall glow.
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