To the world, he may just be a man,
Chasing dreams, with calloused hands.
But to her, he's the little boy still,
With scraped knees and a stubborn will.
She watched him stumble, watched him grow,
Held his fears she'd never show.
In her arms, he found his start—
A throne carved gently in her heart.
His crown? Not gold, but strands of hair
She kissed each night with whispered prayer.
His kingdom? Just her open arms,
Shielding him from life’s alarms.
Through stormy days and silent cries,
She saw the world within his eyes.
When the world was cold and far too wide,
He found warmth where her love would reside.
Now he's grown, with battles to fight,
But in her dreams, he sleeps each night.
Still the prince in every rhyme,
Unaged by wounds, untouched by time.
So call him strong, call him wise,
But she still sees him through mother’s eyes—
A boy with laughter on his face,
Who gave her heart its softest place.
Categories:
unaged, mom, mother,
Form: Quatrain
Arid grains
of heart
instants unseized
on time
slipping
the hourglass
unaged by life
as time
cradled on earth
brown lap
by media winds
of day
not digging
its oil wealth
to set its heart
on fire
sprouting
songs and flowers
robins and blue sky
a springtime
of love delight
for hearts
and butterflies
added one by one
arid grains
of sand
a boat without
a sail
a soul without
a friend
but then the night
surprise
without
a cloud in sight
the desert sky
lights up
with moon
and million stars
a ring of pearl
and diamonds
a memory
bright and cold
of distant love
inviting
silent
heart of sand
to live
and love again.
First Place Winner: Brian Strand-Only March 2026-3/9
Categories:
unaged, change,
Form: Free verse
The wind did blow the ground
shook the sky opened grace
removing all doubt as my mere
flesh unaged unharmed asencends
into the midst with him my mind
opened relieving all tampered
thought confusion and fear malice
removed compassion created
a personal gratification of solitude
while my hearts on fire I desire
only him his presence surrounds
me the sound of trumpets and
harp strings captured solace
in a trance essence illuminated
fragrances abode the sun shined
beneath my feet in a distant glare
bright brilliant heavenly hues
opened the gates as I am calmly
seated at the table of plenty
darkness vanishes within the
alurring abyss night is no more
Categories:
unaged, allah, heaven,
Form: Qawwali
Artistic Beneficiary Consistence Defined
Eclectic Fanatic Gruesome Heart Inclined
Jaunty Keen Listener Made N’ Ordained
Passionate Quirky Response Song Too Unaged
Vision Without ‘Xtra Youthful Zeal
Categories:
unaged, feelings,
Form: ABC