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~ Benjamin Franklin

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Flash Fiction Competition 2020

From My Window

From my window, my sunlight-speckled and wooden-framed window, I used to watch the leaves sway and cast flickering shadows on the wall. White butterflies would festoon the sky with their rippling patterns. Drifting through the curtains would be the aroma of roses and orange blossoms and the sound of children’s footsteps and the sound of birds.

That was before.

Now, from my window, between the shards of glass and splintered frame, I see grey mountains of rubble. A scorched landscape stretches far away into the distance, shadowed by a frowning sky. The only sound is a low wind, wailing.

Poetry and Spoken Word Competition 2020

Crepuscular

Come Night and spread your splendor on the land,
A cloak of dappled jewels that blink and fade,
O, you who grasps the wings of peace in hand,
Breathe sweet zephyr of dreams to those betrayed.

And many slumber in your lulling stay,
Blind to the beauty of your silent fall,
Perchance a wayfarer had lost his way,
Shall gaze with wondrous eyes around this all.

Yet, all your charm shall once again be gone,
Our flaxen moon's soft smile evanescent,
Surrender to the humming of the dawn,
As Sun rises, his crown incandescent.

Farewell, and linger in my day, O Night,
You shall return to set the stars alight.

Serendipity #r&scontest

She rises from the ashes of her long lost sister, Sorrow,
And breathes into the barren lands a longing for tomorrow,
To those who suffered her neglect, her smile shines anew,
She dries their tears, farewells their fears, and bades their pains adieu.

"Do not weep, oh tender heart," she murmurs from below,
"The sun has broken darkness and your joy has broken woe, 
Now peace resides within you, like a jewel rests within soil,
And you shall relish fruits that blossomed from your seeds of toil.

"Forget not days you cherished, linger not on days that past,
What was ago has mingled with the distant winds at last,
Look ahead towards horizons touched by sunshine, stretching far,
And wipe away the remnants of your sorrow's fading scar."
 

A Summer Cabin #Home Contest

A Summer Cabin
This dusty glass of mine, spills light,
Upon these wood walls that ignite,
A sense of peace within my home,
As I sit with my pen and write.
 
Soft, dappled apples droop low down,
And lovely trees are turning brown,
Oh, in the breeze a waft of roses,
Drapes me in a summer gown.
  
Above me, is an endless sky,
Filled with the birds, that flit and fly,
Like scattered papers, on the wind,
They flutter, flutter ever high.
 
From here I see my friend, the wood,
She sways beneath a yellow hood,
Such wisdom would she utter now,
If words were something understood.
 
A ribboned path curls deep and wide,
Come in, it whispers, Come inside,
And share your troubles with the trees,
For in their trunks, deep secrets hide.
 
There far away, strong mountains stand,
Such loyal guardians, so grand,
How long a-bearing have they wandered,
High above...

A Summer Cabin #Home Contest

A Summer Cabin
This dusty glass of mine, spills light,
Upon these wood walls that ignite,
A sense of peace within my home,
As I sit with my pen and write.
 
Soft, dappled apples droop low down,
And lovely trees are turning brown,
Oh, in the breeze a waft of roses,
Drapes me in a summer gown.
 
Above me, is an endless sky,
Filled with the birds, that flit and fly,
Like scattered papers, on the wind,
They flutter, flutter ever high.
 
From here I see my friend, the wood,
She sways beneath a yellow hood,
Such wisdom would she utter now,
If words were something understood.
 
A ribboned path curls deep and wide,
Come in, it whispers, Come inside,
And share your troubles with the trees,
For in their trunks, deep secrets hide.
 
There far away, strong mountains stand,
Such loyal guardians, so grand,
How long a-bearing have they wandered,
High above...

Water Body

A Dangerous Beauty

Oh, Ocean, deep and dangerous, yet with beauty you flow,
And stretch sapphire fingers to soft sands of gold,
Where life lurks in currents and creatures so calm,
And gulls echo secrets from before time was told.

Capricious; your mood changes often so fast,
And sends sailors rolling, and ships flying high,
Now one day, you ripple and play with the breeze,
Then too soon, you lurch like back demons that cry.

Your charm steals the hearts of many young eyes,
And lures them towards you, into jaws of pride,
You trap them below till they sink to your soil,
Though for years with the jewels and the pearls they shall hide.

Oh, Ocean, that quenches the thirst of my soul,
Your beauty and treasure cannot be denied,
You nourish the hungry with flesh from your depths,
And blow winds of hope from your unfurling tide.

Cry

He sits beside a death-still lake, tears clouding up his eyes,
Deep in a desolate forest where the icy wood-wind sighs,
Blue pale lips curled in bitter sorrow, tremble with the grass,
While drops of water patter down like bits of broken glass.
 
Upon his frail shoulders, a black coat billows in the breeze,
While he bows here, cold and lonely, beneath the watchful eyes of trees,
A misty moon cries softly, sprinkling tears of silver down,
And the dancing leaves enshroud him in a veil of gold and brown.
 
He sees, within his callow heart, a man’s face, stiff and sour,
A man who shared his memories, a man he’ll see no more,
A father whom he loved, yet now a spark of doubt bestirs,
Amidst the dark depths of his heart, amidst the swaying firs.
 
Harsh words, a tongue once uttered now return to his cold mind,
And frowning brows he sees once more his...

Halcyon

I stretch upon this bed of grass,
Amidst the buttercups that sway,
Their little crowns of yellow glow,
Like drops of sun on brightest day.

The sky, so blue, smiles down at me,
And clutches clouds close to her chest,
They frolic in the hazy air,
Like little birds within their nest.

A tender breeze sighs past these hills,
That rings with blossoms, sweet and fair,
A mist of petals, white as pearls,
Falls softly on my sun-kissed hair.

Red butterflies, like autumn leaves,
Flutter to crickets' summer song,
Their frilly gowns of crimson lace,
Unfurl and twirl like ribbons long.

As bees hum muffled lullabies,
I sink into the weeds' embrace,
And breathe in Nature's light perfume, 
Before my eyes fall to my face.

 

A Journey

A traveler treads a winding Road,
That stretches far to unknown lands,
His feet are firm upon the floor,
And guide him to the place he stands.

Some others join him on the Road,
Perhaps they're dear friends, or foe,
He nods, he smiles, they carry on,
Together, where their path should go.

He crosses fields of daffodils,
And stops, to hear the sweet birds play,
But not for long, though others dwell,
He knows that here he mustn't stay.

Now barren lands pass by, and swamps,
The Road turns narrow, many fall,
His heart droops like a wilting rose,
Yet still he moves on, through it all.

Small, snaking paths sprout from the Road,
That try to steal his heart their way,
He looks ahead, with tearful eyes,
As his companions drift astray.

Upon the Road, not many walk,
Some far behind, some far ahead,
The traveler settles to rest,
Down on the Road, his softest bed.

Behind, his...

To Every Math Hater:

Math, it murders innocent souls, 
And destroys young students' goals, 
Beneath the dirt, it lurks in the graves, 
Of many whom it turned to poor, tortured slaves. 

How longer, how longer shall I sit here and grieve? 
Wishing so desperately to believe, 
That one day my enemy, my cursed, evil foe, 
Will perish into the air, far away go. 

"If I could," I cry, 
"I'd kill it, I'd try, 
And slaughter its throat, 
Feed it to my goat. 

"I'd stomp on its face, 
Leave naught but a trace, 
Or squash it to pulp, 
End it with one gulp." 

Oh algebraic techniques, oh indices, surds, 
Run far, far away from me stay with the nerds, 
And don't forget parabolas, no! They're the worst! 
Now vanish this instant or else I shall burst. 

Oh, dear Life, how pleasantly joyful you'd be, 
If math left this universe don't you agree? 
If no one should suffer, especially me, 
(But now I'm still stuck here...

Storm

My tears are rolling, as I cry,
Like hail from a shattered sky.
My heart is thumping hard with fright,
Like claps of thunder in the night.
My cheeks are ashen grey and cold,
Like looming clouds yet to unfold.
My breath is sharp, with true despair,
Like gusts of icy wind that flare.
My mind is flashing fast with scenes,
Like lightning cracking darkest screens.
My body heaves like waves at sea,
When will this storm abandon me?

 

BOREDOM

Bewildered I feel with nothing to do
Only suffocate in my own uselessness
Recalling everything I could do... but won't
Entertainment I crave (as well as some sugar)
Drowning away in this ocean of nothingness
Oh, what can I do?? What can I do??
Mum tells me to go do the dishes.

......
Read as an acrostic. :)
 

Serendipity #Ashes

She rises from the ashes of her long lost sister, Sorrow, 
And breathes into the barren lands a longing for tomorrow, 
To those who suffered her neglect, her smile shines anew, 
She dries their tears, farewells their fears, and bades their pains adieu. 

"Do not weep, oh tender heart," she murmurs from below, 
"The sun has broken darkness and your joy has broken woe, 
Now peace resides within you, like a jewel rests within soil, 
And you shall relish fruits that blossomed from your seeds of toil. 

"Forget not days you cherished, linger not on days that past, 
What was ago has mingled with the distant winds at last, 
Look ahead towards horizons touched by sunshine, stretching far, 
And wipe away the remnants of your sorrow's fading scar." 

Serendipity #r&scontest

She rises from the ashes of her long lost sister, Sorrow,
And breathes into the barren lands a longing for tomorrow,
To those who suffered her neglect, her smile shines anew,
She dries their tears, farewells their fears, and bades their pains adieu.

"Do not weep, oh tender heart," she murmurs from below,
"The sun has broken darkness and your joy has broken woe,
Now peace resides within you, like a jewel rests within soil,
And you shall relish fruits that blossomed from your seeds of toil.

"Forget not days you cherished, linger not on days that past,
What was ago has mingled with the distant winds at last,
Look ahead towards horizons touched by sunshine, stretching far,
And wipe away the remnants of your sorrow's fading scar."
 

Fantasy Writing Competition 2019

Caught in the Fog

    She stood all alone at the cliff edge, long, tangled hair fluttering wildly around her. Glistening tears streaked her toneless cheeks, glowing silver in the hazy moonlight. She was helpless; abandoned, like a shining star in an overwhelming darkness. The little girl clutched a torn and tattered felt doll to her scrawny chest, almost as though she was afraid she would lose this, too.
    “Mama. Mama.” Her words resonated in the night, hushed and pleading. A lonesome breeze whispered past, blowing cold air onto her numb face and scattering dead leaves around her. Images flashed through her mind, words, people, pictures, all muddled up. She bowed her head, desperate to wipe away her memories. To forget. But, alas, she could not remove the past.
                                                                       ...

Fantasy Writing Competition 2019

Caught in the Fog

    She stood all alone at the cliff edge, long, tangled hair fluttering wildly around her. Glistening tears streaked her toneless cheeks, glowing silver in the hazy moonlight. She was helpless; abandoned, like a shining star in an overwhelming darkness. The little girl clutched a torn and tattered felt doll to her scrawny chest, almost as though she was afraid she would lose this, too.
    “Mama. Mama.” Her words resonated in the night, hushed and pleading. A lonesome breeze whispered past, blowing cold air onto her numb face and scattering dead leaves around her. Images flashed through her mind, words, people, pictures, all muddled up. She bowed her head, desperate to wipe away her memories. To forget. But, alas, she could not remove the past.
                                                                       ...

A Summer Cabin

This dusty glass of mine, spills light,
Upon these wood walls that ignite,
A sense of peace within my home,
As I sit with my pen and write.
 
Soft, dappled apples droop low down,
And lovely trees are turning brown,
Oh, in the breeze a waft of roses,
Drapes me in a summer gown.
 
Above me, is an endless sky,
Filled with the birds, that flit and fly,
Like scattered papers, on the wind,
They flutter, flutter ever high.
 
From here I see my friend, the wood,
She sways beneath a yellow hood,
Such wisdom would she utter now,
If words were something understood.
 
A ribboned path curls deep and wide,
Come in, it whispers, Come inside,
And share your troubles with the trees,
For in their trunks, deep secrets hide.
 
There far away, strong mountains stand,
Such loyal guardians, so grand,
How long a-bearing have they wandered,
High above this busy land? ...

Farewell

A sailor stands upon a boat, and looks back at his land,
He smiles for the last time at the wind-blown, golden sand,
The distant hills, the bustling towns, the salty, ocean breeze,
With tears sparkling in his eyes, he sinks down to his knees.
 
“Farewell, my land! Farewell, my home!” he cries into the air,
“I leave behind my memories, that flourished in your care,
Those days of joy, those days of pain, dwell deep within your core,
Farewell, my friend, our time together ends upon this shore.”
 
And as the sailor’s cherished land fades into a silver haze,
He remembers all his happy times there, with a longing gaze,
He turns around, towards the waves, towards the endless sea,
And ebbs away into the distance, forever, ever free.

Alone

Oh, autumn tree, so bare, so cold,
Where are your loving leaves of gold?
You stand here, lonely and betrayed,
Through waves of solitude you wade.
 
One night, a ruthless gale blew,
Your family away from you,
And left you with a shattered heart,
Upon this lachrymal depart.
 
But don’t despair, my dear tree,
For I shall keep you company,
Our memories will resonate,
And more to come lie in await.
 
For spring shall once again be spring,
And birds and bees shall once more sing,
Then from your limbs green leaves shall sprout,
And butterflies shall dance about.
 
So now, patience must be our friend,
Until this grief comes to its end,
And we can start afresh, anew,
And whisper to loved ones adieu.

Aurora

From life's first breath, she shook the buds of time,
And cast blithe rays of warmth and peaceful bliss,
The bells of sun arising would ne'er chime,
If not for love that lights her dulcet kiss.

Her orb, unblinking, reaches arms of gold,
To sprinkle pleasure on the land with care,
And sprout the seeds of life from nature's hold,
That drapes green veils of beauty on her hair.

Oh, as the smile she wears fades from her cheeks,
And calm settles once more to greet the eve,
A breeze of tender lullabies she speaks,
Caressing heaven gently ere she leaves.

Embrace her shadow, wait for Dawn to sigh,
And bask in beauty of her lucent sky. 
 

Aurora

From life's first breath, she shook the buds of time,
And cast blithe rays of warmth and peaceful bliss,
The bells of sun arising would ne'er chime,
If not for love that lights her dulcet kiss.

Her orb, unblinking, reaches arms of gold,
To sprinkle pleasure on the land with care,
And sprout the seeds of life from nature's hold,
That drapes green veils of beauty on her hair.

Oh, as the smile she wears fades from her cheeks,
And calm settles once more to greet the eve,
A breeze of tender lullabies she speaks,
Caressing heaven gently ere she leaves.

Embrace her shadow, wait for Dawn to sigh,
And bask in beauty of her lucent sky.
 

Question!

Hi, all! I have a question regarding the writetheworld competitions, though I'm not sure exactly who it's directed at (anyone who can answer, really). So, I was wondering if more than one entry is allowed in the competitions. I don't know if it's just me, but every time I try to submit more than one entry into one competition, it just takes me back to my previous one to edit. If anyone can help me out here, that would be great! Thanks!! :) 

Open Prompt

Farewell

A sailor stands upon a boat, and looks back at his land,
He smiles for the last time at the wind-blown, golden sand,
The distant hills, the bustling towns, the salty, ocean breeze,
With tears sparkling in his eyes, he sinks down to his knees.
 
“Farewell, my land! Farewell, my home!” he cries into the air,
“I leave behind my memories, that flourished in your care,
Those days of joy, those days of pain, dwell deep within your core,
Farewell, my friend, our time together ends upon this shore.”
 
And as the sailor’s cherished land fades into a silver haze,
He remembers all his happy times there, with a longing gaze,
He turns around, towards the waves, towards the endless sea,
And ebbs away into the distance, forever, ever free.
 

Open Prompt

Farewell


A gentle zephyr whispers past,
Stroking the iridescent waters of a plumbless pool,
That ripples...
Leaves dappled in moonlight,
Dance and nod their heads,
To the crickets' lullabies,
That resonate in this sylvan air.
The moon,
An orb unblinking,
Reaches out its pearly arms,
And showers the world in tears of luminescence.
Oh, and high, so high,
Stars twinkle and fade, like splatters of silver, 
On an endless canvas of twilight.
Hush, hush, they susurrate,
And tell forgotten secrets,
To the ears of those who listen,
And smile,
At hearts that rest awake.

 

Poetry and Spoken Word Competition 2019

Alone

Oh, autumn tree, so bare, so cold
Where are your loving leaves of gold?
You stand her, lonely and betrayed
Through waves of solitude you wade.

One night a ruthless gale blew
Your family away from you
And left you with a shattered heart
Upon this lachrymal depart.

But don't despair, my dear tree
For I shall keep you company
Our memories will resonate
And more to come lie in await.

For spring shall once again be spring
And birds and bees shall once more sing
Then from your limbs green leaves shall sprout
And butterflies shall dance about.

So now, patience must be our friend
Until this grief comes to its end
And we can start afresh, anew
And whisper to loved ones adieu.  

Poetry and Spoken Word Competition 2019

Alone

Oh, autumn tree, so bare, so cold
Where are your loving leaves of gold?
You stand her, lonely and betrayed
Through waves of solitude you wade.

One night a ruthless gale blew
Your family away from you
And left you with a shattered heart
Upon this lachrymal depart.

But don't despair, my dear tree
For I shall keep you company
Our memories will resonate
And more to come lie in await.

For spring shall once again be spring
And birds and bees shall once more sing
Then from your limbs green leaves shall sprout
And butterflies shall dance about.

So now, patience must be our friend
Until this grief comes to its end
And we can start afresh, anew
And whisper to loved ones adieu.