Poetry competition CLOSED 14th December 2016 7:42am
WINNER
mcjay
mcjay
RUNNERS-UP:
seekingkate
and Jade-Pandora
What Say You?
3. “Strength does not come from winning. Your struggles develop your strengths. When you go through hardships and decide not to surrender, that is strength.” —Arnold Schwarzenegger
Not Surrendering
Tears is not a sign of weakness, but
As endurance and a lot of strength.
My struggles do not put me in a rut.
I will never let the deepness and depth
Keep me from floating along. I will go
Through great strides and lengths
To keep living. I will always show
You and everybody else that I am
Strong enough. You will throw
Me a lifeline, but I do not give a damn
About you or anybody else who tries
To weigh me down. You are just a scam.
I want to be the one who always flies
And soars to new heights. I am a devil
And an angel. I will be the one who dies
And comes back. Life is always in dishevel,
But I will always continue to rise above it all.
I am no longer on that low platform and level.
Even with my back up against the wall
I will always survive and never be defeated.
When the world tries to make me feel small
I will be bigger. I will no longer be seated
While my bad times try to catch up with me.
Nothing will ever have me weak or depleted.
Not Surrendering
Tears is not a sign of weakness, but
As endurance and a lot of strength.
My struggles do not put me in a rut.
I will never let the deepness and depth
Keep me from floating along. I will go
Through great strides and lengths
To keep living. I will always show
You and everybody else that I am
Strong enough. You will throw
Me a lifeline, but I do not give a damn
About you or anybody else who tries
To weigh me down. You are just a scam.
I want to be the one who always flies
And soars to new heights. I am a devil
And an angel. I will be the one who dies
And comes back. Life is always in dishevel,
But I will always continue to rise above it all.
I am no longer on that low platform and level.
Even with my back up against the wall
I will always survive and never be defeated.
When the world tries to make me feel small
I will be bigger. I will no longer be seated
While my bad times try to catch up with me.
Nothing will ever have me weak or depleted.
# 6
ebb and flow
What began as a tidal wave of poetry
depiciting a hedonistic lifestyle
has become a nomadic mammoth river
moving with the gracefulness of a cello,
swooning to life's ebb and flow
running soul deep and alone.
© Kate Adams 13/12/16
ebb and flow
What began as a tidal wave of poetry
depiciting a hedonistic lifestyle
has become a nomadic mammoth river
moving with the gracefulness of a cello,
swooning to life's ebb and flow
running soul deep and alone.
© Kate Adams 13/12/16
3.“Strength does not come from winning. Your struggles develop your strengths. When you go through hardships and decide not to surrender, that is strength.”—Arnold Schwarzenegger
I've always loved life
When I was diagnosed,
it was the first of many strings of
medical terms & procedures
over the following years
in a longer string of consequences
from that first diagnoses.
But it was that first one that
escaped the doctor's lips
like a moth that had stolen away
with his words, and flew
into my ear with powdered wings.
Before then, I was immortal,
never afraid of anything,
not even spiders. Silly, isn't it?
Afraid of little creatures.
Now I had little bodies growing inside me.
I rather I had a bowl of goldfish,
or a puppy to raise and make a friend.
My friend would be middle-aged
in dog years by now,
and taking care of me instead.
But that's just it - I'm still here,
and my friend never was,
yet has been an influence for me
in many ways, to give me pause
(chuckles, hearing the pun "paws")
when I have moments or days
resolved to lay me low, and more times
I'd give in and let my spirit
slump from the pain,
and be like a groundhog coming out
after six more weeks of winter, squinting.
But I'd be much worse off
if I hadn't tried to fight a better fight
and give my life's force a chance.
What e'er my ailment's path takes,
No one but I can show God
that I'm ready to fight and live
till its time to be at peace.
And even then
I know I won't be ready.
I've always loved life far too much.
I've always loved life
When I was diagnosed,
it was the first of many strings of
medical terms & procedures
over the following years
in a longer string of consequences
from that first diagnoses.
But it was that first one that
escaped the doctor's lips
like a moth that had stolen away
with his words, and flew
into my ear with powdered wings.
Before then, I was immortal,
never afraid of anything,
not even spiders. Silly, isn't it?
Afraid of little creatures.
Now I had little bodies growing inside me.
I rather I had a bowl of goldfish,
or a puppy to raise and make a friend.
My friend would be middle-aged
in dog years by now,
and taking care of me instead.
But that's just it - I'm still here,
and my friend never was,
yet has been an influence for me
in many ways, to give me pause
(chuckles, hearing the pun "paws")
when I have moments or days
resolved to lay me low, and more times
I'd give in and let my spirit
slump from the pain,
and be like a groundhog coming out
after six more weeks of winter, squinting.
But I'd be much worse off
if I hadn't tried to fight a better fight
and give my life's force a chance.
What e'er my ailment's path takes,
No one but I can show God
that I'm ready to fight and live
till its time to be at peace.
And even then
I know I won't be ready.
I've always loved life far too much.
The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone."- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Impetuous laughs
Sober along nights
Killed with happiness
Gifted with laughter
Never an end
Never an enemy
Just like madness.
Located to tranquility
Over the window
Of forgotten memories
I killed you
Inside my heart
My mind burnt.
Never ending stories
Dealing with publishers
Hoping better ending.
Impetuous laughs
Sober along nights
Killed with happiness
Gifted with laughter
Never an end
Never an enemy
Just like madness.
Located to tranquility
Over the window
Of forgotten memories
I killed you
Inside my heart
My mind burnt.
Never ending stories
Dealing with publishers
Hoping better ending.
Thank you, lovely host Grace, for the opportunity in your fine competition, allowing this jade tiger to walk among the other winners upon the podium. My congratulations to ms mcjay and Kate, for their compelling entries. And my best to everyone who entered with theirs! --Jadey x
Hi everyone. Congratulations to all the winners. I loved all the poems entered. My fellow judges (non DU members) came back with the verdict and thus the results. Thank you McJay, Kate and Jade for your lovely entries...beautiful. All entries were actually awe-inspiring. I hope to see you again in my next competition...:)
Jade-Pandora said:Thank you, lovely host Grace, for the opportunity in your fine competition, allowing this jade tiger to walk among the other winners upon the podium. My congratulations to ms mckay and Kate, for their compelling entries. And my best to everyone who entered with theirs! --Jadey x
Thank you dear Jade. Hope to see you in my next comp.
Thank you dear Jade. Hope to see you in my next comp.
Grace said:Hi everyone. Congratulations to all the winners. I loved all the poems entered. My fellow judges (non DU members) came back with the verdict and thus the results. Thank you McJay, Kate and Jade for your lovely entries...beautiful. All entries were actually awe-inspiring. I hope to see you again in my next competition...:)
Thank you Grace for the trophy though not expecting this. Congratulations to my fellow poets and I must say all writings are fantastic. I enjoyed everyone creation. Thank You once again.
Thank you Grace for the trophy though not expecting this
. Congratulations to my fellow poets and I must say all writings are fantastic. I enjoyed everyone creation. Thank You once again. 
