Poetry Contest

The cover photo on this page is a photo of an environment with a lot of sand. (Photo prompt by Baidha Fercoq, administrator)

Baidha suggests that life’s journey is like sand and its changeable nature. You may write a poem in any style or form about life’s journey or uncertainty in life’s general direction. Post the poem only. No other photos. You may post as many poems as you want but comments are counted per poem only.

Winner will be judged by the most original comments. One person can make many comments but only counts as one comment for winning at the end of the time limit. Your own comments do not count because you cannot judge your own poem.

Contest will be from March 17 until March 24, 9:30 pm. All members are invited to enter this contest. You can add your friends to join. Challenge them.

Administrators may post examples of poems but are not eligible to win.

A new prompt will be posted every week

March 17 – March 24

Feet feel like lead

My throat is dry

Arms hang low

Legs won’t listen

Heart is slow

Mind is fogged

Sun is too hot

Sand pebbles bite

My skin pricks blood

I want to die

I wish for it to end

I can’t go on

Lord why

Why did you place me here

All alone, no one to talk to

No one to laugh with

Then Jesus appeared

He said sit down and listen

I heard your prayers

I heard your cries

I wanted to turn away

But I promised you I would remain

You are on the wrong path

You feel sorry for yourself

All you do is complain

So I placed you here

So you may appreciate

What I have given unto you.

Did it work my son?

Yes, father it did, thank-you.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

Alvin, My Brother

Alvin, My Brother

In 6 days you will be gone a year

For you I’ve shed many a tear

I remember it all like it was yesterday

When you were here, then went away

Sometimes the minutes turned to hours

I try to remain strong with all God’s power

But all emotions came back today

As I read the words they had to say

The statement and the legal words

I read through eyes that were so blurred

The guardianship and all you are

Is stamped closed and now I have a scar

I felt as if I was hit with a brick

The clock stopped, there is no tick

Your life and all you held for me

Is closed for good but not my memories

For they can close this case today

But you will never hear me say

Alvin, who’s that or what did he do

My memories stay fresh when I think of you.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

03/18/2015