My entry, I know I’m not very good at poetry but I think it’s fun to learn ^^

Someday’s Reward

I sit in the streets

Not a care in my head

When my eye meets

With my new bed.

I’ve been fired

and can’t pay my rent

I just want to be hired

And buy a stamp to get a letter sent

That letter’s important

It’s to my family

They have no idea

That I’m now living animally 

I just need a job

And I need some new clothes

Maybe a door knob

But I don’t have a house, I suppose.

I once got told

That I’d have a reward

When I got old

A gift from the Lord (Sorry If you don’t like that part, but please don’t remove it?)

Someday nobody would care

Whether your skin was black or white

And no one would dare

To kill us in the night 

But those days aren’t here yet

And I’m sure they’ll be soon

But for now I’ll just sit in the streets

Not a care in my head

With no money

And garbage for a bed. 

I'm here! Sorry for this being late. I made a wrong click and my comments on the poems were deleted. I will try to re-type them later, but for now here is the ranking! 

Honorable Mention

Jaybells! 

Third Place

Kitten! 

Second place

Summer! 

First place

Wordsong!  

Regret. 

It leaves you gripping to the past

Pleading for something you'll never have:

A second chance.

Do you remember 

When we'd wait for the bus to come 

Talk about nothing, yet

You made me feel all

Blue skies and bubblegum

But my heart was torn apart

I couldn't say the words 

That were racing through my brain.

Maybe if I had, things would be different 

If I'd bought that ticket 

Or called you up 

And told the truth.

I'll never know

That is the curse of regret. 

I've learned my lesson.

"I'd rather regret the things I've done than the things I haven't done" - Lucille Ball. 

The quote isn't part of the poem, of course, I just wanted to put it here.

i. As the world

comes crashing 

Down,

You wonder what

you

Could have done; 

ii. If you hadn't left,

Tried to be the best,

Sacrificed the ones you knew,

for this path of conquest;

iii. Had you stayed awhile,

listened to our stories,

Learned not to look but to see,

You could have avoided these empty "sorry"s;

iv. You wonder now,

each thought wretching you farther apart,

is there a way to turn back time, 

unable to bear these sleepless nights

full of phantoms that terrorize your heart

v. You can still hear it now, even what hasn't yet happened

Through the screams of pain and horror,

Eyes blinded with rage and revenge,

A bloody reddened colour;

vi: all the same, it's too late,

you almost wish you were there too,

not like this,

ripped apart,

inside-out

by a short-sighted

And foolish you

you. 

The regrets of Life

Oh I wait for the sun to rise. 

Hoping for a new day to fix my troubles

I regret my thoughts, actions, and speech; 

the past, and the present

future is what we wait for

no more regrets

change our lives!

turn to Christ 

oh God we love you 

turn to him! 

This poem is not the best. Sorry if it makes you cringe. It's probably one of the few poems that I've written. In second grade we made a poetry book. Anyways, good luck everyone! 

Regret is my friend,

by my side,

always.

But why would a friend

do this to me?

Regret is my enemy,

I fight it,

just leave. 

But I'd have no conscience,

then where would I be? 

Regret is me,

inside me,

around me.

When, just when,

will I be free? 

I always forget how bad I am at poetry until I try writing it again. Oh, well. I made this impressivly nebbish. 

@doggiegirl2010 and Zahava: Don't worry if your poetry doesn't seem to be as "good" as other people's poems. We all start somewhere! I totally cringe when I look back on the first poems I wrote on this thread. But now, I've won the poetry contest... at least three times? I don't remember for sure. And you know how I got better? I kept writing poetry. And I kept reading the poems other people wrote and trying out new styles and ideas, and I eventually got better.

So my point is, you don't need to apologize for your poetry, and you should keep writing. You both have a lot of potential and really good ideas, and even if your poems seem "bad" now (which, by the way, is a very subjective term and doesn't say anything about your actual skills or who you are), that just means that you have room to grow. So don't give up now! Keep on writing!

(Sorry, this is probably a pretty awful pep talk. But that just means I need more practice with it! XD)

I really like limericks, particularly funny ones, so here we go:

I have lived a life of regret.

It started when I made a bet,

I put a bet on me,

He threw me in the sea,

And now I am dead of regret. 

ish? kind of? 

All right, here's my entry. It's sort of inspired by Luna-Starr's poem a couple rounds back.

Regrets of Waiting

They told me that the world was black and white

And hated me when I said they were wrong

But grey has kept me sheltered from the light

And lured me from the darkness with its song.

They told me that I had to pick a side

But I resisted them, refused to change

The grey was like a den where I could hide

when black and white around me were too strange.

Now I wonder whether they would blame me

If I had not stood waiting on the shore

For one side or the other to come claim me

And I regret the waiting even more.

Regret not picking land or picking sea,

When I stood on the threshold of that door.