Congratulations to all of the worldwide poets who contributed to our fifth "VoicesNet Anthology International Poetry Competition".

Enjoy the top 3 poems from the winning authors.

We also have listed the Special Recognition Poems further down the page.

The Poets listed here and the other Poets who will be published in the Fifth Edition of the VoicesNet Anthology should be very proud because their poems were selected from 8814 total poems submitted.

A winter's day a park less play
The blades of grass a frozen gray

The water's edge breathes frozen wake
For New Year's day a sailor take

An owl upon a leafless branch
In midday's light 'tis happenstance

What wisdom bird nocturnal born
Perches high but that to mourn

Its meaning etched with death of light
My guardian for fear of night

Oh epiphany I beg of thee
Carry thy sailor safely to sea

Adorn his vessel with gems and pearls
Bless his sails with crimson furls

Again a day I witness thee
A comfort place a giving tree

Nay I see thee but hear your cry
Affirmation that all must fly

The morn still carries taste of night
Awaiting wings welcome light

What wisdom bird nocturnal born
Perches high but that to mourn

Oh epiphany I beg of thee
Carry thy sailor safely to sea

(c) - 2003

I write a lot of rhymes, you know,
Most not very good,
Maybe because they always say
Exactly what they should.
I write of friends and of the curse
That plagues this gorgeous earth,
Those filled with sad and hateful thoughts,
Those filled with joy and mirth.
I write of those who kill for peace,
Who hate for love or bliss,
I write of bad, but of good too,
But I mostly write of this
The hates, the loves, the cares, the joys,
The pain and all the sorrow,
The thrills and bores, the passing of time
Fair days that come tomorrow.
As you can see, I write about,
A lot of subjects rife,
Of wars and deaths and hateful things,
But most of all of LIFE.

(c) - 2003

As we drift in quiet solitude
through the gardens of our mind,
The memories of the friends we've known
start slowly to unwind

They blossom forth like flowers
of crimson, gold and blue,
then fade into the distance
to form a subtle hue

Each flower is a person
who reached out and touched our life,
and shared with us their passions,
their happiness and strife

When not with us they'll always be
somewhere we can find,
dancing softly with the breeze
through the gardens of our mind.

(c) 2003