Free poetry contest - your poem could win $10,000
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Oh i just found great site http://poetry.com
On this site and on this contest will award over 1,200 awards and prizes totaling over $100,000 to amateur poets. And there is a lot of poems and poets for every day!
When i serfed on this site there was juts the poem of the day, was love poem of the day and even kid's poem of the day(it is below) -)))
Lie a-bed
Lie a-bed,
Sleepy head,
Shut up eyes, bo-peep;
Till daybreak Never wake
Baby, sleep.
I think it is nice idea to harvest all poems in one place. And better idea to get money for best poems. I hope i will wrote my own poem and win in this contest-), of couse if someone from hubpages don't write poem better.So if you create a poem just post it like comment to this hub and post it to poems site too -). It will be nice game i think. So my poem about hubpages:Hubworld
Your world is hub and life is post,
And sometimes words can bring the frost,
Sometimes they bring hot wind of simbols,
And our time like server pinging. -)
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hi i love to write poems
I day dream,
when the day's boredome gets me.
No distractions in my day dream.
I day dream during the day.
I sit there not thinking what's important.
Sounds and images can bang on my brain, but I won't answer
until my imagination has ended,
and also my day dream.
Beware Poetry.com IS A SCAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
I totally agree with Ronne. It's a scam. :(
when I saw you, I was afraid to look at you,
when I looked at you, I was afraid to talk to you,
When I talked to you, I was afraid to like you,
When I liked you, I was afraid to kiss you,
When I kissed you, I was afraid to love you,
And now that I love you am afraid to lose you.
Jackie gonzales that is already a poem on the internet! your a fake, poetry is not to make money so don't steal and fake as your own , it comes form the heart, where feelings are shown
I wrote this awhile ago, sorry I know its long :)
a lonely girl sits in a foster home
alone since the age of five
ignored, defeated and all alone
a fragile soul so lucky to be alive
going from foster home to foster home
beaten, hated, and rejected every day
slowly she is dying inside
but her tortured soul lives on another day
an incredible burden this small child holds
this secret she so obsessively hides
she'll tell not a single damn soul
to herself she will solely confide
her father died when she was three
and her mother couldnt take the hurt
so she turned to drugs and drink to numb the pain
and abandoned her; killing her self-worth.
so she sits inside this "home"
this week's tormentor in the other room
he comes raging down the hall
she gets another crippling blow from the broom
"Get up, you little whore!"
he screams and swings again
Echoes of her screaming, "Please, no more!"
slowly the torture comes to an end
shes only nine years old
her body cant take that much
all fucked up inside
cuz she's been pushed around too much
shes left sprawled on the floor
with nothing she can do
her body's too weak to fight
and she knows he knows it too
thats when he does it
shows no mercy during the act
beats her when she tries to resist
no spot on her body left intact
after it all ends
she cant take this shit anymore
she runs toward the kitchen
and pauses as she reaches the door
she wonders if it's worth it
should she end it all right now?
the answer this time was yes
there was just the matter of how
just as she sees the knife
theres a knock at the friont door
Off to another foster home
a poor child in a never-ending war
they arrive at the next home
a family of seven or more
she feels all warm inside
with hopes of an ending to this war
a mom, a dad, four kids and a dog
stare at her with interest
a picture-perfect family through regular eyes
out of all the kids, shes the oldest
things are okay the first week
but thats how things always are
then the beast comes out of its cage
and its just like it was before
Its all routine, now
she's used to the abuse
with every kick or punch
her head falls tighter into a noose
first the screaming starts
then the violence erupts
he finishes with the wife
and moves onto the little ones
he hits them till hes satisfied
and feels better than when he began
he moves onto the next victim
screaming, "take it like a man!"
after he's done with them
hes not quite had enough
he finishes off with the oldest
and with her he's especially rough
this house is just the same
it's no different than the others
a bunch of scared, lonely kids
and an absent or addicted mother
this is the last straw!
she's really gonna do it this time
she sees no point in living
theres just no reason to the rhyme
so she runs into the kitchen
knocks down a younger one in the way
she won't be suffering much longer:
she's gonna end her life today
thats when she sees it
the shiny carving knife from dinner
she dwells one more time on that familiar fear
and buries it somewhere within her
she steps into the room
and picks up the carving knife
she sprints toward the bathroom
intent to end her life
She slides the blade across her wrist
and feels the pain release
blood falls onto the polished white floor
her broken soul seeps out peice by peice
blackness surrounds her pale blue eyes
and she can no longer see
her very existance in this hell she lives
will soon cease to just a memory
happy she made the right decision
she leaves the world in peace
she begins to feel so weak
and falls to her swollen bruised knees
she smiles as her body fails
and it starts to get so cold
shes running toward that beautiful light
death begins to take hold
dsasser says:
17 months ago
Hi, John
I'm like amateur poets, thanks