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My Greetings To You!
The theme for Steemit Poetry Contest #7 - Home
About Prizes:
First Place - 15 SBD
Second Place - 10 SBD
Third Place - 5 SBD
Entries will be accepted within five days from the date of publication of an announcement!
Deadline - December 10 7:30 AM UTC
The winners of the Steemit Poetry Contest #6
1st Place - "My Sister's Hero" by 
Too touching to pass by!
Too touching to pass by!There are many definitions
of what a hero could be
And from my sister's description
that hero could be me
You see my sister needed a kidney
back in nineteen ninety-five
And if it wasn't for me donating
she wouldn't be alive
I really don't feel like a hero
it's just something I had to do
But I do get a warm sensation
when she tells me, "I love you"
2nd Place - "The Heroes we Admire and Aspire to be" by 
This poem "hooked" me...
This poem "hooked" me... Hero, it means "Demi-God" in Greek.
Sometimes considered a human and sometimes a freak.
What makes a hero is not the power inside,
but the courage, nobility and humanity that reside.
Seas of hope and skies of despair,
No wonder why true heroes are rare.
Right now, heroism is what everyone need.
Some will fail and some will succeed.
A hero is who with a smile in his face,
doesn't waver what's the case.
Many fails to become just like he.
But don't worry, there is a hero in every 'me'.
3rd Place - "Ode to My Cane Cutting Grandma" by 
I never thought that I could like prose so much!
I never thought that I could like prose so much!Her scars are beauty
Meandering across place and time
Callused, lacerated, are my hero’s hands
A stick in your left. A cutlass in your right.
My hero has no statue. She has no plaque. No prize
I write these lines for her. Who. Now. Is in fleshless form.
Your cutlass echoes... Jesus… your garb as lily white as his skin.
Your burdens are as heavy as his.
My hero carries sugarcane on her head.
Home. In the dimness of dusk, where young ones wait
A callused, lacerated palm caresses each face
After she has set her stick and cutlass aside.
Rules of The Contest!
Only one entry is allowed.
Your entry-post must be tagged both #poetry and #poetrycontest
The Title must be "SteemitPoetryContest #(with the number of the actual episode)" + the name of your poem.
You can use any types of rhyme - End rhyme, Cross rhyme, Internal etc.
The size of the poem - three quatrains (one quatrain = four lines).
Do not steal! The contest is only original works!
I wish everyone good luck and creativity!
Let's make STEEMIT more interesting and varied together!
Sincerely, Terry Craft.