No poem here.  I'm not that foolish.  I've read your poetry and prose. The idea of running one of my poor efforts past you makes me blush.  However, I will donate 2 Hive to this worthy cause.  That should cover the prize pool or allow you to pump up the reward.

Good luck. We need poets.  We need to think like poets. We need to read poetry. 

Edit:
Here's a poem (not for the contest!!), the best I can do😄
I tried, @warpedpoetic
Some of us can walk,
And some of us can fly.
Not I.  

Hi! Mine is a part of the last poem I published in Hive, [circle](https://ecency.com/hive-199275/@agreste/spa-eng-circulo-poema-or). The original is in Spanish, but I leave the English version:

it was strange
to think, my love,
that there were
two jaguars:
one, made of words
and the other,
a longing
hidden
in the thicket
of the forest:
I could not know
which of the two
was tearing apart
your body

What does the glow of a distant star tell you? 
That in the blue and icy water of a lagoon 
lurks the same fire that kindles it?	
She, electric, magnetic, has seen you 
 sprouting in the distance. 
Again and again, after each death. 
You, in the humble and gravid origin
 That is the earth. 
Competes for you, centripetal and centrifugal, 
Hungry for your quanta, for the perfect union.  
What does the radiance of a distant star tell you? 
That you are its mirror.
That eternity is yours
 to bring you closer to it.
 

Raven, black
Ripping on the hollow wind
Portent’s fear blows, pale white
Whimpering, cold.


Shadows, dark
Before the turbulent chaos dawns
Measured metronome, ticks
Draining, long.

Careless touch
Flanks, unwittingly exposed
To flee before the storm
Bones, aching. 

The dust cloud the sky
It leaves terrible signs on the way
Some refused to get along
Only few want to see for themselves


If the dust could capture nor hold
I was among the men
what surprised me was the spheres
Because it was nothing at the end


Only the dust look like a man on the chain
We breathe to see nothing again
But only the cloud
Which seems neither captured nor hold

Na so we kom de raised our hands, for our country men to pass
We were men on guards

**I would...**

I would
grab you
by the corners
of your eyes.

I would
swallow you
with grace
and repulsion.

I would
make myself
some brodery
from your neck.

But I don't.

**Visions **
 
Those men rock their death
in hammocks of salt
scattered like marbles 
they are caked with sand 
and with deafness they throw their groans
to the sun 
the sun sings to them
everything is roasted on a slow fire
doubt
disillusion
and their deaths wobbling on top of this furious sea...
I've gone out early to collect snails
I don't want to see them anymore.

Esta es [mi participación](https://peakd.com/poetry/@oacevedo/cosmic-representation-representacion-cosmica-oacevedo):
<h5>Cosmic representation</h5>

<b>I open my eyes again like a miracle.
I contemplate in ecstasy my cosmic elevation.
I hear the concert of my demons singing *Hallelujah*
and my heart dances with the harmony of angels.

I sharpen my instincts to catch every ray of light
I chase through the land on the sun's journey.
I admire the cinereal stars that disappear
without leaving a single memory in the spheres.

I pause for a moment on the earth to examine
where the wind blows, where life whistles,
or Pan's sweet flute gives the note of death.

With the arrows that the zodiac has given me,
I go out with my compass and my astrolabe to hunt
the astral memory of the wingless birds.</b>

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*A love so deep*
*A heart so warm*
*A seed to reap*
*A field of thorns*

*Indeed I weep*
*My love is gone*
*I try to think*
*my mind is worn*

*I look again*
*At the smile she wore*
*The look of pain*
*When called a whore.*
***
Words hurt 🤕

Greetings @warpedpoetic, this is my participation, it is an unpublished poem, written for this contest, which I published in #hive in both languages, here I leave you the English version:

# Necessary decision

The gaze hollows out the horizon
thoughts spread their wings
the smile is an inaudible voice
a distance without measure,
hands are unnecessary barriers
you know that history is a bird without wings,
flying handles of one more night,
where a window shows a sleepless face.
She lifts the coffee cup, her bag,
a path opens before the door
no noise, only footsteps
maybe there's a goodbye left in the half-light.

Sometimes I think you know me. The way you describe yourself allows me to see myself through your relatable experience and in this case, it is my inability to pay attention to something for long. 

I'm glad you are rebuilding, I have been trying to for months now but there is so much that goes into that that our human eyes overlook. 

14 lines? Let me recollect my words. 

# The contest has ended, further submissions after this comment will not be considered for rewards but I will enjoy reading them. 😊