The Writers’ Block Poetry Contest (#twbpoetrycontest) is here to announce Week #6’s winners! Finally--yay! Huge apologies for the delay in judging. Once again, thanks so much to our five judges, as without

I have been able reach the 14th day of this contest. Today's poem is continued from yesterday's poem.. It is continued from FRIEND ZONE I HAVE YOU HEARD OF STEEMIT POETRY SCHOOL?? IT IS HOSTED BY @D-pend

I write your name, a mark on the proverbial chalkboard, a self-imposed discipline or a natural selection, reaction; a line of chalk erased away in a cloud of carcinogenic smoke or frantic, a fever malaise

Synergy this moment changes everything, he said, pulling jammed paper from the printer.   Lightbulb Sun The sun is a bedtime story read too eagerly to the shadows   Fear and Loathing in the USofA We have

Made on Canva. Image source: Sweetlouise on Pixabay Rope, please let me go don't hold me back bobbing up and down as if nothing matters I too have places to go friends to meet mistakes to make I was made

The song of the leaves whistles, or softens colors drab like a glass of water. The day is old, by which I mean shipped out this morning for it had started to turn; prow nudging the pier like a new deck

source I enjoy making poetries. As I explore Steemit, I found this contest and decided to join. Hope my entry is still not too late. This old pier has always been his sanctuary A place where he pours all

“if it were me          i think    i’d like to be                      symbolic as i’m jettisoned       away and have the fire arrows rain heroics            on my small canoe”                       -

"Tides" Tides rise to the high sky and return when too high Noon flames rage across hilltops but mellow to ash at dusk The green leaf repels the wind's wild muscles but bow to breeze when yellow

Destiny Life like the wavy waters The human soul is destined to be the controller of the canoe under a storm Man can't alone to sail through it It takes a person to balance the power Source Unsplash A

The Thunder in the Distance The thunder in the distance belies the coming storm. The stream has become choppy. The air is feeling warm. And over by the timeless dock, there rocks an old canoe, Left by

The prompt for this poem was: A small canoe tied to a pier, bobbing in the water under almost stormy skies. Winter's Approach Autumn is almost done Leaves are scattering in the breeze The days are shortening

The Boat And The Rumbling Thunder I sit across the lake And I hear thunder rumble My little boat sways with the waves As the tides swell My hopes and dreams Are all on the other side Do I dare reach out?

The challenges of life is like a storm It causes fear in our lives But when we remain courageous, we will over come it Its just for a moment. The greater the storm, the greater we will become Storms in

This is my submission in response to the 6th #twbpoetrycontest organised by @thewritersblock Source Like the bobbing of water, Is my darling among women, Her hair dances like a cloak of goats, Bounding

This is my entry in the poetry contest by @thewritersblock. Rather than writing about any person, I decided to write from the canoe's point of view and tell it's story. Here it is: SET ME FREE Tied to

The Brave Canoe. I must take the chance Though the stormy sky does reign. I must make the journey To get back home again. I am the one who can, Who can make it safe across the bay. I am the one that must

With the help of this poem, I've tried to address the issue of domestic violence and it's impact on a person. The world might be progressing but it's a shame to know that such things still prevail in the

Hello guys, it's @pasaift. @thewritersblock decided to host a poetry contest. So here I am participating. Here goes.. Credit Life, How unstable you can be Like a boat on wild waters. Filled with ups and

So this is my attempt and entry for @thewritersblock poetry contest, Bare with me here, my English isn't perfect. Hope you like this. P.S: I decided to do this after seeing @diebitch amazing entry. Picture