Nobody stays till the last.
You will have only yourself.
So don't depend on others.
Be your own happiness.
I blocked
her because
I don't
want to see
her here
I sense
her comments
on my poems
are not
sincere
She sends me
negative intent
via
a polished
veneer
She comes to
my page
to
gawk and
leer
AND NOBODY THERE
THE GREAT AMERICAN FAIR
ANYBODY CARE
The walls are closing in.
People walk on by without seeing me.
They talk right through me.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2026
For those who said I am a nobody,
you truly don't know me.
I am a somebody.
I am a teacher, mentor, and a cheerleader.
I am not a nobody.
I am a person who has feelings.
I am a person who is a somebody.
Who are you to say otherwise.
I am powerful, and strong.
How can that be wrong?
For those who said,
I was dumb and stupid.
You were wrong. I am strong, entrepreneur, teacher, mentor, and a cheerleader!
Thank you!
A child your age should know better.
You know exactly why you're being punished.
I hope you never do that again.
Let this be a lesson you'll remember.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
BUILDING SA TOGETHER AND LEAVING NO ONE BEHIND
South Africa our Nation
'Cause of some actions
We have been apart
hatred filled in our hearts
Cries heard day to night
during day day light disappearing
We have been captured as rats
We lived with threats
Our lives as hard as nuts
We should not make eye to eye
rather let bygons be bygons
We must bury the hatchet
we no its easy to say than to do
Do stand together by any means
lets go at making everything right
For our Nation to have light
If we stand together wecan win
Win this battle together as a pride
Nobody Died in Auschwitz
Don't let them fool you.
Don't believe the easy lies.
Nobody "died" in Auschwitz
Nor in any of their 10,000 Murder Factories.
No - that's too easy to say.
Starvation = Murder
Disease = Murder
Abuse = Murder
Medical "Experiments" = Murder
Exposure = Murder
They were sent there to die,
But all were helped along to it.
This is what happens
When ordinary people
Turn ordinary people
Into smoke
After those ordinary people
Embrace extraordinary evil
And forget those other ordinary people
Are just like them.
So -
Nobody "died" in Auschwitz
Morality died instead.
Cry your crocodile tears, then just leave
AP: 3rd place 2026
I recall the wise words by Aesop, spoken,
and wonder, " Is our collective conscious broken?"
A hare can assuredly outpace
a tortoise in any fair race.
To say otherwise, I suggest, is inane.
I conclude, therefore, Aesop was insane.
If nobody listened—
would the poem still breathe?
If nobody listened,?would the words still matter??
Or would they curl up like burnt paper?
that never asked to understood?
What if the poet speaks?and the walls do not echo back?
Is a lighthouse still a lighthouse?if no ships are lost?
If nobody listened,?I would still write.
Because the poem
is not a performance?it is a pulse.?It is the stubborn proof?that I was here.
Because poetry is not begging?to be heard.
It is surviving being ignored.
Because somewhere between
in the deep unseen,
something always listens.
Maybe the poem was never meant
for the crowd.
Maybe it was meant for the one person
standing at the edge of themselves
On the tight rope of life
teetering…
Maybe it was meant for the future,?for the bones not yet formed,?
for children who will inherit unfinished sentences.
If nobody listened today,?tomorrow might.
And if tomorrow doesn’t,?the earth will.
Ain't gonna let nobody tell me I'm crazy.
Ain't gonna let nobody tell me I'm used.
Ain't gonna let nobody tell me I'm unconventional.
Ain't gonna let nobody tell me bad news.
Ain't gonna let nobody break me down.
Ain't gonna let nobody squash my dreams.
Ain't gonna let nobody break my spirit.
Ain't gonna let nobody other me by any means.
Ain't gonna let nobody say I'm ugly.
Ain't gonna let nobody say I'm not true.
Ain't gonna let nobody bury me low.
Ain't gonna let nobody give me the blues.
I know some basic maths
and a little physics,
but I chose an easier road—
to teach English and learn literature.
Yes, I know about irony:
how we measure speed
with time and distance,
yet time itself can move fast.
Fast, even while standing still,
seated in a room full of bodies,
yet noticing nobody
as minutes quietly escape.
How do we measure time
without distance or speed,
but with thoughts and cries,
with hopes and promises?
How can time cause so much—
stress for being late,
joy for being right on it?
That is the nature of time.
Money cannot buy time,
nor purchase it back.
So how do we dream of staying young
and forget the irony of time?
Nobody knows what happens in the night,
when stones are silent. Nothing stirs outside.
One street lamp spills a cone of yellow light,
where feral felines pour and flow. The tide
of day has ebbed so far away, we're left
with stillness, clotting under brooding towers.
Nobody sees us in our hidden cleft,
or knows what moves between us. This is ours.
The man holds the snake and dances with it
It is a complete new constellation with new meaning
A house full of mysteries and enigmas yet to be understood
You think you'd have known by now as I lead by example
You are truly blind and yet I can see your lusty eyes preying on me
You are yet to understand what being chosen truly means
If I were you I would simply leave me alone
I will try to perform the ritual and you will be my sacrifice
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