First, thank you so much for actively participating in the poetry contest. ☘️With each contest organised, we are getting more and more participation and appreciation. Thank you all ❣️
Each entry was so beautifully written, that it was hard to select the winners. ❣️
Here are the results :
Winner 1 : Vaibhav Bhatnagar
Some have his skin, tender in places, in others a raw, fading red.
Some have his eyes, their glistening light, mirroring the amber of sunset.
Some have his name, his writing, the exact cursive of his hand.
Some have his smile, the crook just right, birthing a dimple at one end.
Some have his laughter, the soothing ripple of his voice,
like a downpour on parched desert sands.
Some have his hair, smooth to your touch, through which once your fingers ran.
Some have his worst, the things you hated, some hold a bit of what you liked best.
But, oh that boy! He has your heart and so you can’t give it to anybody else.
Winner 2 : Xavier ( Firewordsblog)
We men look on
As Joseph does
In nativity scenes around the world
Leaning on our walking poles
Bent at the knee
Surrounded by a herd of sheep
Owned by others.
Oblivious to the sacrifices to come
We hold fast to our piece of wood,
Gazing dumbfounded at the victory of Mother Mary
Over the darkness
As she wraps herself and baby
In the swaddling clothes of utter love,
Scarcely concealed from the frost
By a crude, barn roof,
Chips and cracks letting in the light of an inquisitive star.
Breaths of midnight winds
Are caught in cyprus and olive branches nearby
Humming soft fluting sounds of unseen angels.
Whether we have flaking beards
Or sport poorly painted wooden sandals,
With Charlton Heston grimaces, kneel we,
Overseeing a baby in a manger,
So oversized and out of proportion, so
Beyond even divine intervention
Or 21st century obstetrics.
And even if poor Joseph had no health insurance
Nor was member of a political party
Even if he had no runaway stocks and bonds,
Contemplate the ceaseless work of love
Look on and lean in with love.
Celebrate the refuge of sacrifices
That women are making,
Giving us life.
See the hidden caves and broken barns
Feel the warmth of love given to and from
The cherished soul child,
Bestowed and cradled
Defended and surrounded by a mother’s resolve,
Her pain slowly receding.
Wait for the
While His Mother fitfully sleeps.
For you and your child
Now inhabit and
Inherit her universe.
Winner 3 : Bobby Yadav ( Peacefulwarrior )
I have lived 100 pages and more 100 to live
Half way through, yet easy to conceive
Small is my part in the worlds play
That page by page continues to decay
Not much lived, but too much seen
Hooked at times and at times hopeless I have been
Such is the fiction and the characters around
With no emotion in their heart and empathy in the sound
And I still have 100 pages to live
I may have 100 pages to live
100 pages turned more 100 to believe
An honest world around me in the next chapter
Where I may achieve great or just turn into a bad actor
So, I shall continue and smile as I am being read
On the garden bench or on your bunker bed
Live, survive and breathe until the end
And that’s how together words we could mend
In this journey I am not the only one lost
I have been through bad; you may have been through worst
Unpredictable is the life, what to claim and whom to blame
Ruthless has been the time which holds no shame
So, don’t worry if you didn’t get the fame
Follow me deeply and our life has just been the same
Read; walk through the last pages of our glory
I shall meet you then and that would be the end of the story.
Honorable mentions: Dezzy D and Tanusri Chokha ☘️
We once again, thank everyone for giving us support and love. 🌈
And congratulations to the winners 💕🌸
🌠Happy new year everyone 🌠
Blessed Be 🌸
I am just an ordinary girl who writes not just to share what she's feeling, but also to treasure every bit of her life on the paper. Writing makes me explore my thoughts, my feelings, myself.