.
REGISTER AN ACCOUNT - FREE!
.
.
.
POETRY FORUM
* You must be a registered
user  to participate!
  - REGISTER FREE!
  - Home Page
  - Login
.
.
.
.
  - Poetry Critique
  - Story Critique
.
.
.
.
  - The Sadness
  - The Heart
  - The Miscell...
  - The Enlightened
  - The Darkness
  - The Tragedy
  - The Nature
  - The Angst
  - The Haiku
  - The Experiences
  - The Anger
  - The Humor
  - The Roots
  - The Fantasy
  - The Open-Mic
  - The Songwriter's
  - Short Stories
  - The Prose
FORUM CATAGORIES
* You must be logged in to access these boards.
.
.
WRITERS WORKSHOP
Constructive Poetry Critique
* Registered Users Only
LOGIN     -     HOME
.
.
Summer Competition - June 1, 2009
Kilian McDonnell - Minnesota USA - Won $33.00
Contact UsMission Statement |  Copyright © 2002 - 2010 The Poet Sanctuary  |  Terms Of ServiceLink Partners/ExchangePoetry Scams!$!
.
.
.
.
June 2007 Winner
* Helen McInerny
- In His Hands -



December 2007 Winner
* Joanne Cucinello
- He's Gone
-


June 2008 Winner
*Joseph Meckes
- Grandpa's Love -


December 2008 Winner
* Peter Joseph Adams
- They Soon Forgot The Cosmonaut -


June 2009 Winner
*Kilian McDonnell
- At Dusk -


December 2009 Winner
* Joanne Cucinello
- Early Riser -
The Poet Sanctuary's Certificate Of Excellence Poetry Award Competition
Deadlines: Summer Competition - June 1, 2010    Winter Competition - December 1, 2010
2009 Competition Winners
June 1, 2009 - Kilian McDonnell (At Dusk)
December 1, 2009 - Joanne Cucinello (Early Riser)
At Dusk


Up the hill
between lake and window

come fawn and doe.
They see me, but stand

beneath the dead
oak unafraid.

Does the wild know
something the old monk

forgets? I move
and they are gone.

Copyright © Kilian McDonnell
.
.
Winter Competition - December 1, 2009
Joanne Cucinello - New York USA - Won $38.00
Early Riser

When I sit in my room
of many windows
especially at early morn
gratefulness fills me.
As the sun pokes through
the trees, there are
silken strings
hanging, shimmering
fine threads of the Master
who was weaving
while I slept.

I wonder
on this particular sunrise
as I watch them sway
caught in passing
by a trembled breeze…
how light of sun
can play upon them
fragile chords of morning song,
silent beads of glistening dew
ascending … descending
stretched across each silver filament
coloring hints of rainbow…

visible only in this brief encounter
spared with grace for early risers.

Copyright © Joanne Cucinello