Poetry competition CLOSED 29th July 2014 11:11pm
WINNER
EngrVV (D_Poetic Engineer)
EngrVV (D_Poetic Engineer)
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Memory Lane
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poem about your memories from high school.
The poem can be funny, tragic, a descriptive memory, your favorite memory.
If you are under 18 then write about your favorite memories from childhood! Please specify if you are under 18.
Competition closes Tuesday, July 29th.
PM me for any questions!!
Happy writing everyone!
If you are under 18 then write about your favorite memories from childhood! Please specify if you are under 18.
Competition closes Tuesday, July 29th.
PM me for any questions!!
Happy writing everyone!
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Come with me and let's take a long walk
Along the shores of Tigwi as we often talk
Hand in hand we slowly take our steps
As our bare feet kiss the cold morning waves
We can only imagine how we used to laugh
On that same beach where we swam and played
Over five hundred full moons had passed,
Yet to me... seems like it wasn't in the past
Now that we're back in each other's arms
Let's spend the rest of our lives together
Walking barefooted on the tiny pebbled beach
Once we get tired we'll take a horse ride
You take the brown horse, I'll be on the white one
Every stride peels the layers of time we're both alone
Our hearts sing as the horses begin to gallop - a harmony
So sweet and beautiful only the two of us could hear
If you remember, I wrote the lyrics to that song
As I play with my guitar you always sing along
Now I'm quite sure my guitar no longer weeps
For it has found its loving home for keeps
We sit holding hands on the silvery sands and watch
The crimson sun slowly hiding behind the mountain's veils
And we lay down gazing at the moon and the stars
Reciting my poems and reminiscing our forever love
This is how I envisioned our daily rituals would be
Until the sands of time stop and close its portals
Then I'll ask the moon to recite my poems for you
While the stars reveal to the world our love - eternal...
A Teen's Pride
That time I was fourteen ,
just experienced my teen ,
a new-comer for adaptation ,
the changes that brings a teen's frustration.
Under my school skirt ,
some uncomfortable napkin was prescribed ,
with my mother's advise ,
to hold it with a proper tight.
But a teen was a teen ,
with no care of screen ,
I ran towards my classroom ,
without noticed any washroom.
Suddenly my class teacher shouted ,
whose napkin was lying there with pride ,
and then I realized ,
that something was missing from inside.
I ran towards the gallery ,
to have a pick ,
but my classmate ,
quickly gave it a kick.
I was ashamed ,
and got afraid ,
but now when ever I was on my monthly side ,
i innocently laugh to remember my school memory pride.
That time I was fourteen ,
just experienced my teen ,
a new-comer for adaptation ,
the changes that brings a teen's frustration.
Under my school skirt ,
some uncomfortable napkin was prescribed ,
with my mother's advise ,
to hold it with a proper tight.
But a teen was a teen ,
with no care of screen ,
I ran towards my classroom ,
without noticed any washroom.
Suddenly my class teacher shouted ,
whose napkin was lying there with pride ,
and then I realized ,
that something was missing from inside.
I ran towards the gallery ,
to have a pick ,
but my classmate ,
quickly gave it a kick.
I was ashamed ,
and got afraid ,
but now when ever I was on my monthly side ,
i innocently laugh to remember my school memory pride.
Anonymous
The go-cart
we built from old skates,
peach boxes, skate boards
and hope
careens down Massachusetts hills,
round curves and rotaries
still
like memories
pinging round and round,
crashing and tearing,
wheeeee..... goes Nate, still
in the back, his weight an anchor,
his laughter manic,
his memory a scar
we built from old skates,
peach boxes, skate boards
and hope
careens down Massachusetts hills,
round curves and rotaries
still
like memories
pinging round and round,
crashing and tearing,
wheeeee..... goes Nate, still
in the back, his weight an anchor,
his laughter manic,
his memory a scar
