OPEN-MIC RHYME, SLAM, OR SCRAWL
The Penn Foster Poetry Committee is pleased to announce The Great Hunger by Tonderai M. Tunthuwa as the winner of the Newsletter Poetry Competition. The runner up is Hereafter by Summer Leigh Dudzik. Congratulations to Tonderai and to Summer!
We received many entries that offered an array of experience, skill, and passion. Our judges were especially impressed by these two poems. Are you interested in submitting a poem? Here are the two winning poems.
THE GREAT HUNGER
There is great hunger
There is little hunger
The little hunger, wants food for the belly
But Great Hunger, l mean the greatest hunger of all,
HUNGER FOR KNOWLEDGE, but or maybe
The knowledge of hunger inspired me.
Ultimately there is only one thing that makes human race,
Deeply and profoundly bitter,
Thrust upon them a life without knowledge.
Knowledge, knowledge, knowledge.
Fashion come and go, hence materialism evolves
Ages come, Ages develop, Ages vanish hence technology is mastered,
From Stone, Iron, today Computer Age.
Precisely, above all you are the drive.
Hunger for knowledge
A basic need, a right.
Privileges can be taken away but just like a right,
No one can repossess you from me, till death do us apart.
Tirelessly, wholeheartedly and verily, I will strive
Restlessly to acquire you abundantly.
Excuses be gone,
I have the right to you and you alone.
— Tonderai M. Tunthuwa
“My name is Tonderai M. Tunthuwa and I am currently living in Capetown, South Africa. I am studying for a diploma in Pharmacy Technician. After finishing my studies, I hope to enroll further in a degree program. I enjoy writing poetry and short stories and am greatly inspired by successful people such that I envy to be one of them.”
This house is haunted,
but no ghosts are present.
I don’t think I even believe in them anymore.
Comparable to the proverbial feeling of loneliness
while standing in the center of a crowded room,
no matter how much I ignore my condition
I can’t shake the sadness that rests in the deepest place of my heart.
I miss him,
Everywhere I look
I see a part of him,
torn off pieces of the puzzle that once depicted
the work of art that was his life.
They lay scattered here and there,
to perpetually torment me right when I being to forget.
He’s not that easy to forget,
and don’t tell me for a moment that my love wasn't genuine,
that his love wasn’t true.
He was everything,
and now there is nothing,
and day in and day out I roam the halls of this house,
no better off than the ghosts I don't believe in.
I stare out the windows and see blue skies and begin to feel blue myself
because there is so much to life and it pains me to lie in wait,
wondering if there could possibly be any more
after such a terrible shame of a tragedy, oh God!
I just want to find life after death.
— Summer Leigh Dudzik
The Penn Foster Newsletter would like to feature your original poems in the student newsletter. Do you have a way with words and rhymes or perhaps Haiku? Please email your submissions to [email protected]. Please enter "Open Mic" in subject line. You must include your name, student number, and a short bio, including your city and state. Winners will be featured in the upcoming Student Newsletters!