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by Rahmat Idiaro D. A cool, serene and well fragranced arena appealing to her poor innocent soul It breezes of coolness and flourishment melts the stony heart She looked up to the smiling moon and she smiled back Behold was the charming appariton of a cool gentleman of mensch with a … Continue Reading II Poetry Contest: The Fictitious Crush
by Adrienne, Our hearts are wracked With sobs of pain Our tears do overflow. Our souls are numb With disbelief By turmoil plunged too low. Is this the end Of hopes, of dreams? “Is this the end?” we cry. Two choices lie Ahead of us– To either run or rise. … Continue Reading II Poetry Contest: Our hearts are wracked…
by Anuj Abraham She has suffered. She has endured a lot. She has seen the worst. She has been a failure, a lost cause. She suffered in silence. She hoped. She was caged. She was humiliated. She was tortured, mentally. Disrobed of her peace but She fought. She survived. She … Continue Reading II Poetry Contest: She Fought
by Chingona52g Filled with sadness Broken and underappreciated , yet SHE wakes up to, “RISE.”
by @thoughtsinboxes When you said I couldn’t be anything, I never doubted you for once. You were right. I am a warrior, I am a chaser of the light. I couldn’t be anything, I already was something, and that something was so damn powerful.
by Annie One day…She WOKE up. She REALIZED….that the environment in which her generation existed was fictitious. She embarked on a journey… She OBSERVED, EVALUATED, and learned to APPRECIATE LIFE! She got in touch with her spirit, and recognized this as her identity. She removed the value from her body … Continue Reading II Poetry Contest: One day…She WOKE up…
by Annie The crisp winds caressed her cheek As she ran out of words to speak She sought a new muse every week Her mind grew roses when she’d sleep Arising just to trim the stems She grew new gardens at nights end If she embraces when she wakes Her … Continue Reading II Poetry Contest: The crisp winds caressed her cheek
by @theframedsky Daughter listen to me you who may never be for I fear for the future the future we are trying to shape slowly but with haste we are pushing for you to never have to fear never have to question your feelings Daughter trust me I’ll keep pushing to … Continue Reading II Poetry Contest: Daughter listen to me
by Self You know, The woman. Of fancy curves, Riding you to wild fantasies, You know. But do you know? The enigmatic woman, Who doesn’t hails matriarchy but only absolute equalism. A diligent woman of dignity. The enigmatic woman, Who can march you to victory, Came from a hidden legacy … Continue Reading II Poetry Contest: The Enigmatic Woman
by treepokok I dress according to the weather, what’s the matter? She hikes her skirt up a little short, what’s on that little mind of yours nothing but dirty thoughts? Control yourself not her clothing. Avert your eyes, what are you thinking? She is wrapped in cloth from head to toe, … Continue Reading II Poetry Contest: Dress appropriately?
by poetrylover Push me down, but I know I will stand back up. Throw me into the fire, pour as much oil as you’d like. I’ll rise on the other end, I’ll rise stronger than I was before. You can try to hurt me, try as hard as you want. But … Continue Reading II Poetry Contest: Push, me down,
by infinite thought diaries The bright sun was like a dark night, Any ray of hope was out of his sight, Doing wrong was a daily thing, Missing his happiness the lonely king, But thn she came with a new life, His heart’s queen his forever wife, Though just in dreams … Continue Reading II Poetry Contest: Father’s Bride
by Susan Llewelyn For a long time I couldn’t go there look at that gapping hole instead I smoked it, drank it, ate it whole and wore it out trying everything but actually seeing the Grand Canyon in my soul Forged by the eternal mystery of time a travelling caravan of … Continue Reading II Poetry Contest: Whole
by… No one really cares if you smile or you cry Life goes on if you’re alive or you die This is a world of real people living a lie Too busy faking smiles I wish I knew why And then came a day when I learnt to say ‘No’ … Continue Reading II Poetry Contest: No one really cares if you smile or you cry
by Katie Hogan Part I In the foggy torrent of Hurricane Floyd, I am born with curiosity that tumbles behind blue eyes. I terrify my parents with my own thunder. Part II I am too young to remember when I first learn that I am better seen and not heard. Part … Continue Reading Poetry Contest: The Unsilencing
by Chirayuwriter Pic 1. (past memories) “caption ” “Sadness wracked on her face When a voice whisper on her ear’s the memories revealed again to the time when there was no one behind, The passage Is based on her somber life, When she was born, how her family left her alone in … Continue Reading II Poetry Contest: The written Parchment is a pensive Message based on a (Woman life)
by Emma Beckenham In the distance A woman wearing confidence Like a pearl necklace Unafraid of her future And unaffected By the circumstances She finds herself in For you see She is me A few steps ahead And although I’m not there yet She is cheering me on And I can … Continue Reading II Poetry Contest: I can see her
by Parvinder Push me closer Tightly Let our Breath flow Mightily. Touch the Lips Smoothly. Let me feel Soothely. While the Heart beats Fastly. Let our Love flourish Vastly. In last, just want always you be as mine. With your Body having my Love’s Sign.
by Parvinder Her Heart is like ocean. Which is full of emotions. Her Body is full of Pearls. Like wave has Hairy curls. Where my Soul wants to Sink. By listening her melodious clink. Now, I only want your permission. By my Heart doing submission.
by @fudgelina stretch marks scars cellulite “but” I am beautiful still so naïve I am beautiful because of them not in spite of them do not teach that flaws are obstacles to overcome
by Jacob Rodriguez Comprised of beautiful chaos, And soulful fury. She commands grace at her will. She has the cosmos in her eyes, And the world at the tip of her tongue. She is love and she is light. 1000 suns dare match her radiance. She is the end all be … Continue Reading II Poetry Contest: She is complexity in the flesh.
by Alea Nesbit Is that all you have to say? If I hear you are pretty again I believe my guts will begin to twist and burn and the only way to save me from this torture is to cut them and let them spill out on the floor. I’m tired … Continue Reading II Poetry Contest: “You are so pretty”
by sprinkled_with_sass I love how she kisses everyone else’s scars when she herself is bleeding. I love how she flips her hair in confidence knowing she ‘got it’. I love how she sees no limit to her abilities. I love how she winks at any challenge bestowed upon her. And without … Continue Reading II Poetry Contest: I love how she smiles, suppressing the hurt within.
by participant of School Poetry Competition in Bali I don’t know how to start it, hmm..you know I have such a big big ego for saying something about you. You know, I always be (and will be always) complaining about your attitude, the way you treat, how I say that you … Continue Reading II Poetry Contest: For you, yes.. you.
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I don’t normally post on Tuesdays but today is The International Day of the Girl and this is such an important issue. This video is called Ecoutez-moi by swo8 Blues Jazz from the album Manaus Where Two Rivers Meet on iTunes. It is dedicated to the rights of girls/women…