Competition Poems

Competition poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of competition poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on competition are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Competition

Competition prose poem

Everywhere you look in the world people are competing for something But there must also be some room for people everywhere to be uniting At times competition brings us together Yet there are times when it makes us fight against

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Going For The Gold

Going For The Gold long poem

Well now and I’m Going for the Gold Not standing in the shadows Giving it my heart and soul Up the mountain, down the road New found determination, no Competition, first edition Not standing, not standing In the shadows ‘cuz

Man Is Man’s Foe

Man Is Mans Foe short poem

Man is man’s foe, Woman is woman’s foe. But a child is a child’s pal. Innocent wins innocent – Knowledge defeats knowledge, Widens the gap between the wise men, Wrecking their heads, To satisfy their revenge! One that burns the

The Rat Race

The Rat Race short poem

I am taking part in a race-the rat race Where all that matters are marks and grades And all I gain is unnecessary tension. I am clueless when you ask me to apply my knowledge For what I have learned

The Never Ending Race.

The Never Ending Race. long poem

We are always a part of the race. The race to be everywhere. The race to be in the first place, The race to be here and there. Running behind time, Because it is always ahead of us. Running behind

I Am In The Margin

I Am In The Margin short poem

I am in the margin! I am like her, she is like me But I feel, I am unlike her I speak well, she too speaks well But I feel, I am not audible I write pages, she too writes

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Repentance

Repentance prose poem

I was fed up of school for wearing uniforms and me eking out punishments from teachers I was dreaming of college life which I thought would be like a bird freely flying into the clouds and repented for being still

Mourning Of A Dead Body

Mourning Of A Dead Body long poem

Eighty Five years I lived in this world Throughout my life, I was thirsty for love and care But no one was ready to give me that love. Now I am dead and my body is lying in the Coffin.

The Appointment

The Appointment long poem

Naked in shade, feet tough as alligators even to the steel-belted shreds flicking at weed-tips, the male body knows little peace: it is either a machine for cocking and throwing, heaving emblem of a beast or a tub of sourdough

Feel The Miracle

Feel The Miracle short poem

This Life is a Gift… Live it, Feel the Miracle… Overcome the worries Undergo the troubles Take every moment, As a new struggle… This Life is tough… Challenge it, Feel the Miracle… Try all the New things Make yourself a

To School

To School short poem

We go to school every day. To learn, to read, write and play To learn what great teaching says Be honest, respect and obey To learn of the world by the map We have geography in every class We learn

A Dive Into Poet’s Mind

A Dive Into Poets Mind prose poem

The day I started writing poetry I stopped reading books As after that I started reading Many other things Like a person, birds and animals Sometimes I read trees, Sometimes a lake, Sometimes the whole nature My games have also

My Car My Bucolic

My Car My Bucolic long poem

The speed of my automobile exclusively Depends on the wheelman which earth born Crave where the passengers await it destination, Seeing an endless road ahead. Every four years is its renewal with the Hope of getting to the promise terra-firma

Progress With War

Progress With War long poem

The need of the hour is peace As the consequences of war are not like breeze Countries are grouping, so are the citizens Unity is strengthening, but, against other unions Deployment takes place to deplore another state The death of

Delhi

Delhi long poem

Delhi the mighty city, I love to hate, has withstood time and is steeped in history. With its harsh climate and its harsh reality it doesn’t give excuses, doesn’t sugar coat its being. With pride it says i have it

For My Successors

For My Successors short poem

I hope that one day this new generation which has access to the accumulated knowledge of almost every generation before will learn the pleasure of sitting outside on a warm summer’s night in near-perfect darkness and telling stories not in

The Traveller.

The Traveller. ode

Love, it’s not the first time that our eyes have met, Yet you show me nothing more than your yoga stretch, Hello swell who knows just as well that this ain’t no competition, Still you leave me forever baffled by

My Purpose

My Purpose long poem

We live in a world so focused to win, We see a person but don’t look within, We see a goal and strive right ahead, Missing out on the journey instead. Society says that we have to come first, Drink

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Grave Silence

Grave Silence long poem

As usual he was busy in his daily routine while his dreams and ambitions were soaring he believed that he would be happy for ever and shadow of sorrow would never come near His aim in life was to add

It Must Be Jesus

It Must Be Jesus short poem

Music of the harp and a host of angels Singing of his glory. Well I am touched by Your compassion and because of you my cup Runs over. My spirit has been set free! It Must Be Jesus, It Must

Thy Father

Thy Father short poem

Father It be not your obligation; Why I wonder is it that we exist? Why is it that I live in this nation? I believe I need a hint or the gist. Our dire source deliberately brings drought, Our breath

Jealous

Jealous ode

I am jealous of my fellow poets They get comments, favorites, and votes Yes, it’s true…I am no Truman Capote I have written about loss, love and depression Writing has lead to my mental decompression I have poured out my

Broken Heart

Broken Heart long poem

When that tall and beauty smiled at me When her sparkling eyes pierced through When her hand shook mine When she confessed her Love to me I was an inch away touching the heavens in Ecstasy We were the couple

Little Do You Know

Little Do You Know short poem

​ little do you know that I’ve given you my heart. that I’m ready, and prepared, for if you tear it apart. little do you know that I think of you at night. that I wish you were here, and

A Rebel Being Born

A Rebel Being Born short poem

I do not want to become plaintiff or defendant. Untethered, I will punish myself for metaphysical nuances. Sometimes a silence talks to grieving sky about a fake truth. The tears will never stop now. Give me my freedom to cry,

My Wish Tonight

My Wish Tonight short poem

I wish to be loved by a man Like never ever he loved any Like that before The tender touch should Shake my life and soul within And happily I should ensconce myself Within himself His love must be that

Who Is She

Who Is She prose poem

No. She’s not simply your good and nice neighbor next door. O, it’s true that she’s caring and giving, but there’s so much more. And she overflows with peace and security, with a lot more in store. No. She’s not

A Word

A Word short poem

Take care, my dear, of the spoken word, Bridging gaps is our guide word. A word once spoken razes mountains beyond repair, And craters of tears with endless despair. Leaves scars does a scathing word, The poisonous dagger doth stab

Passport

Passport short poem

I realised late in my life that I was Imported to this world from an unknown world I thought the world I was born belongs to me and none dare question my citizen ship I travelled freely without any permission

The Chestnut Tree

The Chestnut Tree ballad

“Under the spreading chestnut tree, I sold you and you sold me” – George Orwell There was a time when we were young, A time when we were young and free, When the sunshine and the gleaming dawn Brought us dreams

Imposed Formalities

Imposed Formalities prose poem

An irritable child of six, the targeted television set, screaming mindlessly for their selfish wants. Sickly subdued female hands, male regulated, sans rest, roll dough in the damp kitchen. Cool expanse of fresh air where mind swims free at its

Funeral Of The Lamp

Funeral Of The Lamp long poem

I can’t imagine the world without you my friend My dearest snow-hued table lamp My universe is literally pitch-black without your glow I really can’t bear to let you go Thank you for being my best mate for 11 years

…..before I Can Spread My Wings!

.....before I Can Spread My Wings! short poem

“I long to flee from here and hide in a corner of your soul, as the one deserted by his brood in a land unknown; not a ray to light my path, not a shadow to comfort me! I long

Darkness

Darkness short poem

It was dark Around my house Around the Valley Around the place Why was it Was it because of night Was it because of blackout Was it because of new moon None of these But because I was blind Suddenly

Love Sonnet 06

Love Sonnet 06 sonnet poems

How will I paint your smile, so mystical, I’m no Rembrandt or Michelangelo, Your voice, soothing and musical, I grope for notes, to strike the keys aglow; How can I save the imprints of your touch, Preserve endearing kiss-marks of

Lily Sweet

Lily Sweet long poem

For years she has waited for this day you didn’t have much to say but I guess it’s better that way anyways she says she would write but they knew she was glad to be getting out of here and

Rumination

Rumination short poem

The time of youth maintained its presence , Never move and detaches the young to the old, The memories of spring clouding the vision of departing days, here the wine flowed, the cup filled to its brim, celebrate the old

Castles in air

Castles in air short poem

Tide was low sea was calm sun was warm and the beach was commodious he thought to himself “let me build a castle” a castle so big, a castle so strong, that all will behold it as a gem of

Nothing But Abandoned

Nothing But Abandoned ode

Reporting my story to you Live on CNN the Cable Network News Interviews with Christiane Amanpour So ambitious she wants to write my memoir Like TmZ hasn’t already asked for more Even though I’m so unknown Boy from the projects

Dreams For Sale

Dreams For Sale short poem

There, out there In the street corners On the sidewalks And hung, dangling Are dreams! Cute and adorable Hot, yet fishy Dazzling, but foxy There, too many In the exquisite malls Draped on elegant idols Bewitching every heart Enticing dreams!