In this third (final) round, two poets were left.
And in this thread, everything would be posted:
(Who are the 8 contestants? - The Winners & eliminated through all three rounds - Who are the judges? - AND, the most important, Who is the one that had the most accumulated points! /The Winner/)
-----------------------FINAL ROUND poems----------------------
#1: Chambers of my heart
I breathe in the aroma
and take a sip of the
coffee cup that you made me;
it befuddles me in a way
only your scent can do.
You never played havoc
with my cardiac self,
but arouse me when I
experience this lingering aftertaste.
I step towards the window
and my eyes wander across
the stout perspective as a
purple Orchid catches my
attention. It sways with ease
as I drown in my memories.
My heart is split in three parts
that are emancipated and
unify what we share.
The freedom will purify
my hurt, exchange it
with honesty and fill me
with faith. That part
reflects our secure
friendship.
The blaze will never sear;
rather reignite my passion
and daze me with desire.
This appetite makes me
drowsy and I'll never have
enough..
And you will complete
what's missing
because you're like
a sincere virtue, that
I'll always rely on,
believe in and trust.
Your tender hug brings
me back to reality, though
I'll never leave loves clouds,
and we laugh quietly as
the bells ring, reminding me
it's our wedding day.
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#2: Inferno
We have witnessed the peace of times....
with twisted kites and coils of that rich,
competitive string-
playing carelessly like we were
contradictory innocence.
We never knew scarlet havoc
that burned and blushed upon our bare anatomy,
or the weight of emancipating orphans-
freeing the dreadful people
struck mute.
Age consumed us;
we developed rapidly under sin-braided practices
(society's drug)-
pressed upon our rights to be harmless.
Pounding guilt hit like a drum
to provide shelter,
much more endings than colorful
beginnings that could keep us safe
[above a reckless, tipsy world].
Then, reveries shot down our gardened jasmine buds-
no longer a slender fragrance
(now a naked, cotton covering).
Antagonizing assaults caused me to reject myself in reality- sweet basil so unholy,
wanting to take back
cardiac burns he had because of me.
Tasting gun powder, hot scars,
and cowardly chambers.
Yet I couldn't entomb our juvenile faith-
the feel of one skipping pulse
to make it all the more complete.
He didn't vanish from me without sparking
a will to rescue.
Running and shouting to have courage
under violently captured values,
it looks like I'll be forgiven from
my stout duty, my shorted honor.
Keep moving and don't dwell...
over where you thought it was
betrayal's last inferno,
haven't you heard the news of
surviving through redemption's
rapture?
How can we write our history without
the sear of remembrance....
the ashes, the consequence of believing
in color,
and the determination to follow pursuit.
We still chase that young (daring) kite
through ambitious journeys,
going with twilight's windy skin
without black embers of regret.
Through an inferno of redemption
into a flight of never forget me's.
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