Thursday poetry competition #3

Hey readers, I’ve only started this blog two weeks ago and I have to say, it’s going super well. A massive thank you to all the followers, especially Ritu, Didi Oviatt and Victoria Abah who had helped me from the start. Today I am proud to say that it is Penable’s third poetry competition!

A Colourless world….

Today’s challenge is to…. Write a poem of the world from a blind man’s view. I’ve written one myself, called Colourless and you can check it out by clicking on the link below 👇

https://penableme.wordpress.com/2020/03/14/saturday-coffee-morning/

So hand it in, writers this is your chance to show your talent!

What do I have to do?

We want you to write as many lines as poetry as you want and send it before Tuesday 24th March. You can only submit one poem. You cannot copy other people’s work.

How do I submit my work?

Part of submitting is to follow Penable and tell at least two people about this Comp.

It’s easy, either submit your entry by typing your name and poem in the comments below or give us a link to your site which has the poem.

Note: please write according to the topic above.

Results will be revealed on Wednesday, until then, have fun!


Can I ssubmit more than one poem?

No, please stick to one.

Is there a prize??

Some comps will have prizes, we’re still working on it.

Can I become a judge?

We choose judges who have many, many followers or are authors. So if you are an author or have many followers, then please let us know as you may have a chance to be a judge next Thursday!

Can anyone choose a topic for next week’s comp?

No, to choose the topic for the next comp, you must be a winner of this one.

Can I tell anyone who is not on WordPress about this comp?

Sure. We would love it if you spread the news about Penable, whether on Instagram, Facebook or twitter or even on your own blog!

Thank you for taking the time to read this post, don’t forget to like, share, follow and enter this comp before Tuesday!!!!

17 thoughts on “Thursday poetry competition #3

  1. Hi, here’s my poem.

    A delightful world:

    Each day I wake up,
    I may not be able to see
    But I am in love with the beauty
    Of who I get to be

    In this vast universe
    My tiny world is unknown
    But I’m blinded by my pains
    When there is so much to explore

    I cannot see the world
    Like others around me do
    But I can feel its magic
    Like a dream coming true

    The warmth of the sunshine
    On my quivering cold skin
    An absolute wonder to feel
    As it caves me in

    The chirping of the birds
    I hear every single day
    I cannot really see them
    But I can hear what they say

    The dazzling smell of nature
    That proliferates all around
    The freshness of the grass
    As I lay on the ground

    The taste of the sweet berry
    A mystical kind of flavour
    I may not see the colour
    But the taste I can savour

    These salient four senses
    Are what keep me alive
    In this delightful world
    Where I live and strive

    Liked by 1 person

  2. The Blind Man Loves Anais
    By Vanessa Shields

    Dessa is green apple: crispy bitter sweet
    Charlie is brown bark: rough soily natural
    Anais is blue water: wide flowing changing

    He is in love with Anais
    having caressed her skin
    with the eyes of his fingers
    (that she so generously offered
    without hesitation)
    skin on skin was electric
    shooting life into edges
    tips
    on his body he didn’t
    know existed
    the result was
    a literal spark

    Anais loves to swim
    in his darkness
    she is a water spider
    guiding him to sea

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Title: Colourless
    Written by: victoria

    There is less colour
    In this world
    Through the eyes
    Of pessimistic humans.
    The colours of the trees
    Seems to be dripping away into
    The drainage of the streets
    Something hard hits my leg
    I turn to take a look
    A car?
    Have I become dead aswell
    Black and white is all I see
    I smile as he makes gestures
    Ouhh this is real life Charlie chaplin
    Me like.
    I don’t seem to see much
    Colour when I’m in doom.

    It’s as though my brain
    Has gone on strike.
    It’s as thought the mini
    Me has put a blind
    Across my optic nerve.
    It must be that
    I can’t be colour blind
    No way.

    I must be optimistic
    Let colour shine back
    To my soul.
    Where are the
    care bears
    When I need them the most.
    They use their stomach
    To bring in colour
    To my soul.
    Care bears care bears
    Come out come out
    where ever you are.
    I will focus more on the white
    For that signifies purity and hope

    As I walk through
    this courless world
    I am nothing but
    content and at peace
    For this how the
    Shows were televised.
    There is beauty is a colourless
    World
    till the care bears
    come along.

    Liked by 1 person

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