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

Enjoy the top 3 poems from the winning authors displayed on this page.

We also have listed the 93 Special Recognition Poems further down the page. These poems will be denoted in the published books with a special designation.

The Poets listed here and the other Poets who will be published in the Sixth Edition of the VoicesNet Anthology should be very proud because their poems were selected from 7486 total poems submitted.

1102 Selected poems will be published in the 6th VoicesNet Anthology series.

Memories of Last Night

Last night...the night wind joined with my emotions
and sang far lovelier than earthly choirs.
Richer than the music of the sea waves and
composers of Music City.

My hand was taken,
I discovered the realms of love...
The charms of passion.
And the mystical feel of transport.

Last night...I wrote poetry with my tongue,
for the first time...
More exquisite than that of the trees,
the rivers and streams.

I sang with my soul for the first time...
Rhapsodies as excellent as new and vintage wine.
The minutes were perfected.
The hours solidify.

(c) - 2003

Lovers

There is a spell when lovers meet,
Two people touch, a rising heat,
A gentle kiss, a soft caress,
A pleasure felt, a tenderness.

Desire grows, there's warmth inside,
Two lovers put the world aside,
They feel the need to be as one,
They feel that magic has begun.

As passion comes, the flames ignite,
The fire burns throughout the night,
A raging fire, an inner heat,
When people touch and lovers meet.

The fire cools, the embers glow,
Reluctant now to let it go,
Yet if in time, the embers die,
Two lovers part, two lovers sigh.

Their arms reach out, to hold it tight,
The bliss they shared one magic night.

(c) - 2003

Daydreaming

Thinking of beautiful pictures...
The images life compiles
Into one constant slide show
Running through the projector
Of my ever changing mind
The careless words
The smiling eyes
That knowingly remain dormant in my memory
Until a chord is struck deep within...
Bringing them to the surface
To be pondered and warmly recalled
What permits such jovial remembrance?
Such intricate artwork
Etched in the framework
Of my sensitive being...?
Nothing will be lost...
But what of tomorrow's discovery?
Can introduction lead to replacement
Of pictures so vivid and true...?
A passionate nature should yield
A full diary written by each contoured line
Of the author's countenance...
(c) - 2003