#WC98

Greetings, lovely poets! Pardon if it took quite a while but here it is: the results for the WC98 ! The following are the pieces that topped the evaluation of 6 juries ^-^ (there're so many great pieces we had a hard time :sweat_smile: it was fun nevertheless :two_hearts: ) First Place: The Bud by Harris...

Her name was Daisy, And she cherished art. Her personality was a little crazy, But she filled the cracks of my heart. I’ve known her since I was a child, And we’ve watched each other grow. She used to love to run wild, No one ever knew where she would go. Everyone wanted to pick her, She was the f...

____________________________ ____________________________ when the world is nothing but brutality, and there's no trace of real geniality in the face of the world's perversity you rise and fight against adversity you might discover this tale's veracity yet not die down in the fac...

You don't have to be the sun To light up the day Be yourself, Try to have fun Spring dying on may ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶ You don't have to be the moon To bring up another day that spring is ending very soon So enjoy yourself without any delay ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶...

Like splashes of paint on blank canvas, Colouring the sky bright Through the cracks, and tribulations They rise, for a sliver of sun To warm their young leaves. You: a cool rainbow after a glaring sun Illuminate the plain, dull sky Are you a minimalist? For You thrive on little resource How persi...

They destroyed everything They polluted the sky Tore down all the trees And only left destruction in their wake She shown from the clouds The message from above Only has one thing to say It is time to strike back Hurricanes stronger than any before Tore down their metal trees Green started to grow ...

#WC98 ❈-❈-❈-❈-❈-❈-❈-❈ ╔══════✮❁•°♛°•❁✮ ══════╗ Yes I hit rock bottom, From the prettiest plant of all, Surrounded by companions, And yet they watch me fall. For I was bound to be royal, Blissful from the harsh cold world, And then I hit rock bottom, Re...

I had been tired The best way to describe it, Six feet under I was underneath the world For I knew it was cold It was cruel Everyone I loved, Scared Just like me We had been down here for days Months What felt like years I thought this was it Where I draw the line But it is? I know what this is This...

"Concrete sidewalk." That is all I am. A simple stepping stone Stretched for miles and miles. I have felt the treads of Runners Future doctors Past presidents Everyone. But I...I am Nothing. I have helped people go From place to place, Famous people, People who will change The world. But I am...

Yahallooo, Awesome Poets!  Edit: Deadline is moved to March 19, 11:59 pm CST ^^ It is such an honor for me to be chosen as your host for this week's challenge! I humbly apologize  for the delay, but I hope you'll have fun nevertheless ^-^ As you all know, spring is around the corner...

From seed to stem Stem to bud The flower burst forth from the mud  It opens slowly Takes it's time To rush it's beauty would be a crime Vibrant color Fragrant smell Makes you know all will be well Smiling petals Greet the day Show me beauty here to stay But...