Contest: 2026-06-09 Serenity Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance Le France
The cold salt slaps against my chest,
And finally, the mind goes quiet.
I push away from sand and stone,
Leaving the shore and all its riot.
Out here, the sky is wide and clean,
I’m swimming through the rolling green.
No clock to watch, no rush, no race,
There's only open water, open space.
With every stroke and breath I take,
The daily noise begins to fade.
The heavy things I carried down,
Dissolve into the deeper shade.
It’s just the sea, the sky and me,
As simple as a soul can be.
A quiet peace, my hiding place,
My heart is home in this embrace.
Kitsuko huh?,
Of course she’s special,
Before her first few poems,
She was just another little voice,
A voice I pushes so deep to hide from,
Another voice I held deep love yet Animosity for,
That day she came to me like another giddy girl,
“TOHRU TOHRU what’s a poem?”
She asked innocently and I shrugged,
To just point to her heart and laughed playfully,
And replied,
“The voice of your heart”
I said as I turned to the sun,
Question after question she kept asking,
Like a another nuisance I’d push away but didn’t,
Something about her questions I’d saposed,
Poem after Poem she’s grew to become so strong,
She’s manifested to such a charming being,
Line after line it’s like she’s dragging me,
From the miserable “Tohru Morningstar”
To some joyous princess set free from her cage,
It’s as if with Evry pice of wiring made,
She would be dragging me on a date,
A date with every last one consisting of one thing,
A slow ballroom dance with me in her arms,
As she hold me close and comforts me,
From my pain,
From all my agony,
From all my traumas,
Holding me close like something precious.
-Kitsuko Dragonstar
Facts ain't the best way to start or win time.
Lies ain't the worse way to lose or end past.
Burden ain't the force to push away right...
Freedom ain't the peace to feel false relief...
Facts should rather be best way wisdom climb...
Lies should rather be worse way truth's pains blast...
Burden should rather be force dreams hold tight.
Freedom should rather be peace, hassles brief.
May be if its worth win, facts could time growth.
May be if its pains end, lies could last long...
May be if right dreams, burden could bask loath.
May be if peace sings, freedom could be strong...
The beginning of wisdom trip fact's load,
Misconception's reign can't burden its road.
I don't know why but he swam away
Deep in the night he descended one faithful day
I never understood him, He never let me near
He’d just bite and push away
They say he was struggling, the night he disappeared
but I was right here, the room across the way
Even sharks still get help from prey
So i don’t get why he never tried to play
I heard that door, I saw him leave
I wish it was me who swam to the reef
Maybe if the roles were reversed, we’d both still be alive
But who am I to say, cause I just sat back and swayed
And now he’s gone swimming with the sharks
And that’s final say
My name will live forever and it will never die
It will ride the waves of the oceans and be the stars in the sky.
My name will be in the tree's and in the Rivers and the stream
You will hear my name when awake and also when you dream
My name will be in your sad time's also in your Joy
You will call my name when you need me if you're a man woman girl or a boy
My name you will call out in daylight or at night when you lie in your bed
You might not know who I am but I will always be in your head
My name you might try to push away and say that you don't care
You can say that you Don't need help but for you I will always be there
My name might mean nothing to you and my name you might fear
But in times of need call this name ( Lord God help me) and I promise I will appear.
This borderline
Is not quite me
It creeps and crawls
Where I can't see
It seeps between
My soul and brain
It lies and hurts me
Again..Again
It gives me anger
I do not need
The black depression
Cannot be freed
So do not love me
I'll push away
Then miss you always
Please please stay
I'm borderline
It's not okay
Became a ghost
Became a stray
And so I walk on
Through the mists
As we are strong
And we exist
In the end
We strive to be
Just who we are
And..meant to be
Get too close and i tend to push away
Come real close and ill be prayin that you stay
ion fk with these hos
from them i breakaway
my phone look like a funeral
all these dead bod-ays
contact name the tombstone
revisit text like a grave
walk thru the cemetery alone
wish some of them stayed
where they are is unknown
some of them betrayed
while i was on mars no bruno
drift away with space
Me,Myself and uno
you wasn't the one for may
switch and change like seasons go
like the moon just a phase
romance filled with chemicals
in my heart you were laced
at a point intangible
now its toxic waste
view em all as expendable
few i loved their taste
some like a cannibal
its you that i crave...
two dancing silhouettes,
lurking in the shadows
fireflies spark like static in the air
a dream that bloomed
from a far-fetched delusion,
a love that demands lifelong care.
i trip on the train of her white-laced dress,
hoping some man might catch my fall.
how typical of me, to make a mess,
then run away
before time can take it all.
i envy the love i always crave.
i wish it was me
but the brick wall in my mind
won’t let me stay.
wine glasses, once sweet with cake and cheer,
lie shattered on the floor.
a dream dissolved
by the one thing I feared
so they all slammed the door.
it’s clear i’m scared of a lifelong vow
my trust is frayed,
and my heart’s not in it now.
so why do i still long for what i push away?
there’s no more icing on the cake.
i dropped the bouquet.
It is the way of the people,
people like you, people like me.
It is the way of the people,
to want whatever they see.
It is the way of the people,
people like you, people like me.
It is the way of the people,
to take whatever they please.
It is the way of the people,
people like you, people like me.
It is the way of the people,
to keep whatever they seize.
How many, many people
called this sad land their own?
How many, many people
lost this land they called home?
People like you, people like me,
pushed again, lost again, wandering free.
It is the way of the people,
taking from those who came before.
It is the way of the people,
to want and want and forever want more.
People like you, people like me,
taking from you, taking from me.
Taking dreams, scattering bones
of people like you, people like me,
without life, without homes.
Torn asunder, left to wonder
by people like you, people like me.
The world spins out another
people like you, people like me,
to drive and push away
people like you, people like me.
Thus it has been, thus it is,
for people like you, people like me.
Must it always be?
I'm looking at your eyes of pain
I can not stop or refrain
From finding out what is so wrong
If you are weak I will be strong
Your sorrow will be mine too
I am here to help you through
Tough times I will try to end
I am here as your best friend
Helping wipe away the tears
Stopping the worries and the fears
That have got a hold of you
Leaving you sad and so blue
I'll try to push away the troubles
Wrapping you in a safe bubble
That nothing can break or pop
Your crying eyes will soon stop
Turning tears into a smile
I'll make sure will last a while
Sharing good times and not bad
After all the years we've had
Growing closer more and more
No more heartache at your door
In the depths of grief, we find
A force that shapes the heart and mind
It can drive us to extremes untold
Leaving us in a world so cold
To escape the pain, we push away
Those who care, who want to stay
Isolation becomes our shield
To protect the wounds that never healed
Grief, a power both dark and bright
It can lead us to the darkest night
Or guide us to a place of peace
Where healing starts and pain may cease
When we let it out, it sets us free
To embrace the pain, to let it be
But when we hide behind a facade
Grief becomes a weight, a heavy rod
So let it flow, let it be expressed
For in its release, we can find rest
Grief, a force that tests our will
But in its embrace, we find strength still
I'm so confused.
I'm so distraught.
To know what I feel,
I'd be grateful a lot.
I'm so inspired,
but not enough.
I push away my emotions,
though they make me tough.
I'm so confused.
I'm so distraught.
Maybe I'm okay.
But maybe not.
I fly like a blue bird inside
Just at the sound of your words
You say you want to take care of me
But what does that mean I ask
And what do I have to do
Would I be enough to hold you
Captive in heart despite miles apart
I long for love too but true
I am like a rose who wears thorns
I want you close despite scorn
As I push away all suitors
I come to you in my mind
I explore all the possibilities
And long for you to be near me
Is this the happily ever after start
You are dear to me and inspire fear
At the same time as you are kind
And warm chatty and happy
Will you come to me if I go to you
Perhaps I will stop dreaming and just
Live love life…with you.
My Body Explained in Metaphor
My Life is an ever-changing hill.
I stagger up foot over foot
And hand over hand
If I’m lucky occasionally I trot down
My eyes are two cameras
They focus on what I need.
Sporadically, they find things to scare
My eyes don’t filter, don’t care.
My legs are two stilts
Most of the time I balance well
Navigate the road, and pitfalls
I’ve very rarely fell.
My ears are radars
They scan all around
Searching for interesting rumours
Alerting to dangerous sounds
My hands are tendrils of contact.
They hold loved ones near
And push away all my enemies.
Always arm’s length from fear.
My heart is a fuel pump.
Feeding my engine of life
It bleeds quite easily.
I share it only with my wife.
My body is a metaphor
Perhaps yours different to mine?
My brain is the enemy
Never speaks when all is fine.
David Cox 02/01/24
I wonder what do you do when you have all those emotions in you but you can't speak up?
I wonder what to do when you get what you have always wanted but it no longer feels like it is supposed to, instead it's like its suffocating you
Am i the only one with all the wonders or you even has it? i wonder
Why can't you speak up you ask
Am afraid that i will be misheard or misinterpreted
Am afraid that i will push away the one thing i have always wanted and now i have it even thou it's not the same
Am afraid that i will be alone if i do speak up i answered you
Someone once told me that am afraid of being alone and that's why i get myself attached to people so easily so that i can avoid being alone, i laughed at him and told him that he was crazy that there is no way it's true but truth to be told he couldn't be anymore right
I say this because i can't let go of what i have right now even though am incredibly being hurt in the process but i do get that one minute of happiness and am scared of being alone it's a feeling that am always afraid of
I wonder what could happen if i let go
Would i regret that i gave it up or that i should have done it earlier? I wonder
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