Poetry Anthology Project

Poetry Contest
After finishing my poems, I submit them to multiple poetry and writing contests online including:

• Poetry Nation (http://www.poetrynation.com/)
• Writers of the Future by L. Ron Hubbard (http://www.writersofthefuture.com/)
• Poetic Power by Creative Communication (https://www.poeticpower.com/)
• Teen Poets Contest (http://www.youngwriters.co.uk/)
• Poem of the Week by Cultured Vultures (http://culturedvultures.com/)
• Distant Things Poetry Contest by Poetry Soup (http://www.poetrysoup.com/)

The screenshots are evidence of my poem submissions to these contests.

Bonus 
I dedicated one of my poem, "A Gift" to my sponsored child, John Opio. He is a 8-year old boy living in Uganda. Through World Vision's Sponsor a Child charity programs, I have been helping John and his family by providing financial aids for over a year. I have sent the poem to him with the help of World Vision.

Poem 10

The Battle of Passchendaele

A fictitious account of a soldier fighting in Passchendaele during World War I

The trenches at Passchendaele in which we must dwell

Were filled with water stained with blood like fire from hell.

As we heard the distant monotone explosion of a shell,

The deaths of our fellow brothers and comrades befell.

Feasting on our bodies and our souls were the mice,

Staying relentlessly in our soiled hair were the lice.

The food provided for us would never ever suffice

The hunger, the thirst, the pain, and all of our sacrifice.

After the General shouted out his sharp command,

We all charged with rifles in hands towards No Man’s Land

Amid the storm and the quagmire that we could not stand.

We shall wholeheartedly guard and defend our motherland.

I felt my chest spiked by a bullet during the ruthless fight,

The blood that flowed out was foreboding in my sight.

I looked up at the menacingly cloudy sky with all I might

When I fell down and journeyed through to the distant light.

Poem 9

Garden in the rain

A Haiku

Sight of flowers blurred

The rain continued outside

Ocean of colours

Poem 8

The Ugly Duckling

Sonnet based on the original fairy tale of “The ugly duckling”

Once upon a time on a large farm yard

Lives Mother Duck who lays eggs in a den

Sun shines on the eggs that are strong and hard

Then they start to hatch, a total of ten

The baby ducks are all pretty but one

Big, ugly duckling with gray feather

All the others make fun of the ugly one

Making him sad, gloomy in a blunder

Despite the constant teasing and mocking

The ugly duckling grows and grows by time

Until he grows into something shocking

Into an alluring swam in his prime

No one dares to scorn him ever again

He lives with pride and esteem in his fen.