Poetry competition CLOSED 25th June 2015 2:13pm
WINNER
Llywenllyn
Llywenllyn
RUNNERS-UP:
Kou_Indigo
and Gahddess_Worship
Saddest Lines
Poetry Contest Description
The Saddest Moment of Your Life
What was the saddest moment in your life? How did you get over it?
1: New Poem
2: Not more than 800 words
3: Title your poem
4: No collaborations
5: One entry per poet
Inviting everyone to send in their entry.
1: New Poem
2: Not more than 800 words
3: Title your poem
4: No collaborations
5: One entry per poet
Inviting everyone to send in their entry.
The saddest moment of my life was when Zoey broke up with me back in May of 2013. I wrote this poem around then, but never published it anywhere online, so it is new to here in that way. The happiest moment was when Zoey got back with me, and later that year in august she moved up to be with me. So although our story had a happy ending, there was this dark time in between, which is what this poem is about.
- Forgive Me -
Forgive me.
My flowers are dead; my heart is going insane!
I fear I may follow them; I cannot bear my pain.
When I look in the mirror and try to remember,
Who that girl is that my sad eyes are looking at…
I want to take her in my arms and comfort her.
But, she is me yes she is just me, and so I can’t.
I remember in flashes things that were long ago,
Like fires in the night, which all light my way…
And I remember the winter, and the cold snow!
Where is my home and just how far did I stray?
I can’t find the path that my feet recall walking,
But I keep tracing the way as if it was still there.
I feel like I’m a ghost, and feel like I’m falling…
Then I know I am alive, and long for death fair.
Just to be at peace, to stop the pain inside of me,
To hear words of love spoken to me, not hatred!
I feel like I’m blind except I know I can so see…
Something sad, when alone I ever fall into bed.
I wanted it to be your hand that touched me so!
But you weren’t there and so I caressed myself.
How painful, is love, with a heart full of woe…
And how poor I feel, like I have lost all wealth.
Because I am alone, a little girl scared, shaking,
And no one is there to comfort me in the dark…
I am in Hell and so I am trembling and quaking.
Paying for man’s sins, which leave their mark!
Upon my heart, scarred by secrets and sorrows.
All I wanted was you to kiss me only one time,
Then kill me so we might spend all tomorrows:
Arm and arm in Paradise, a garden so sublime.
Is this the price of love; that all lovers do pay?
I would pay worse for you, and perish for you.
How can I find strength, to face this next day?
I cannot, for I am broken and all sad and blue.
Remember me, my love, in case I fade at last,
Like my dead flowers which I keep watering!
I pretend they’re alive; I’m trapped in the past.
Set me free, please, to be free of everything…
Except for you, for I love you and cannot live,
If I must live alone and perish in my agonies!
Was the gift of love such a hard thing to give?
I gave my love, and when I did I did so freely.
I love you still, so come for me before I die…
Take me home; take me back to a better age!
I didn’t remember the truth; how could I lie?
My memory was gone, and now my visage…
Is streaked with tears that I cry for what was.
Tell me you know and understand my heart!
Let me live again, with you, to hear the buzz,
Of laughter in your voice like when we met…
Before darkness tried to take me for its’ own!
I love you still, and I do not have any regret.
My flowers are dead; my heart is going insane!
I fear I may follow them; I cannot bear my pain.
Forgive me.
- Forgive Me -
Forgive me.
My flowers are dead; my heart is going insane!
I fear I may follow them; I cannot bear my pain.
When I look in the mirror and try to remember,
Who that girl is that my sad eyes are looking at…
I want to take her in my arms and comfort her.
But, she is me yes she is just me, and so I can’t.
I remember in flashes things that were long ago,
Like fires in the night, which all light my way…
And I remember the winter, and the cold snow!
Where is my home and just how far did I stray?
I can’t find the path that my feet recall walking,
But I keep tracing the way as if it was still there.
I feel like I’m a ghost, and feel like I’m falling…
Then I know I am alive, and long for death fair.
Just to be at peace, to stop the pain inside of me,
To hear words of love spoken to me, not hatred!
I feel like I’m blind except I know I can so see…
Something sad, when alone I ever fall into bed.
I wanted it to be your hand that touched me so!
But you weren’t there and so I caressed myself.
How painful, is love, with a heart full of woe…
And how poor I feel, like I have lost all wealth.
Because I am alone, a little girl scared, shaking,
And no one is there to comfort me in the dark…
I am in Hell and so I am trembling and quaking.
Paying for man’s sins, which leave their mark!
Upon my heart, scarred by secrets and sorrows.
All I wanted was you to kiss me only one time,
Then kill me so we might spend all tomorrows:
Arm and arm in Paradise, a garden so sublime.
Is this the price of love; that all lovers do pay?
I would pay worse for you, and perish for you.
How can I find strength, to face this next day?
I cannot, for I am broken and all sad and blue.
Remember me, my love, in case I fade at last,
Like my dead flowers which I keep watering!
I pretend they’re alive; I’m trapped in the past.
Set me free, please, to be free of everything…
Except for you, for I love you and cannot live,
If I must live alone and perish in my agonies!
Was the gift of love such a hard thing to give?
I gave my love, and when I did I did so freely.
I love you still, so come for me before I die…
Take me home; take me back to a better age!
I didn’t remember the truth; how could I lie?
My memory was gone, and now my visage…
Is streaked with tears that I cry for what was.
Tell me you know and understand my heart!
Let me live again, with you, to hear the buzz,
Of laughter in your voice like when we met…
Before darkness tried to take me for its’ own!
I love you still, and I do not have any regret.
My flowers are dead; my heart is going insane!
I fear I may follow them; I cannot bear my pain.
Forgive me.
A realization
A crushing moment in my life
Was the time I realized
I am alone
And the wonderful life that is my own
Would never be the one for me
And with one realization, My dreams were crushed
And brushed away to the back of my mind
Hopes and dreams
Turned to memories
With a single thought
A single sentence
And with all kinds of hopelessness in mind
I cried, and cried, and cried...
A crushing moment in my life
Was the time I realized
I am alone
And the wonderful life that is my own
Would never be the one for me
And with one realization, My dreams were crushed
And brushed away to the back of my mind
Hopes and dreams
Turned to memories
With a single thought
A single sentence
And with all kinds of hopelessness in mind
I cried, and cried, and cried...
Anonymous
glass menagerie ~
the hummingbird wing whisper
of little heartbeats still
where they fluttered
in frantic symphony
amid the monochrome static
a tangible silence presses
between dilated bones
to find deadly inadequacies
before steel invades
their fleshy tomb
one blue, one barely breathing
skin, paper thin
and too fragile for
a mother's first
and last embrace
the hummingbird wing whisper
of little heartbeats still
where they fluttered
in frantic symphony
amid the monochrome static
a tangible silence presses
between dilated bones
to find deadly inadequacies
before steel invades
their fleshy tomb
one blue, one barely breathing
skin, paper thin
and too fragile for
a mother's first
and last embrace
well the first time i cut myself was the most distraught time period for me and to help i started drawing a lot and writing poetry a lot as well i cut the last time 2 years ago so today coincidentally i wrote a poem combining my art and poetry as i stumbled upon your competition!
My body My canvas
My arm is the canvas,
faded, white, tan
taboo utensils
no pencils
its time to color in
i make a small line
this canvas blooms
highlight it three more times
with the only color i use
scarlet
no
garnet
it bleeds my birth stone color
any other colors i haven't discovered
black, white, and garnet
it paints a pretty picture
i put down my utensil
finish with my signature -Quentin knight
My body My canvas
My arm is the canvas,
faded, white, tan
taboo utensils
no pencils
its time to color in
i make a small line
this canvas blooms
highlight it three more times
with the only color i use
scarlet
no
garnet
it bleeds my birth stone color
any other colors i haven't discovered
black, white, and garnet
it paints a pretty picture
i put down my utensil
finish with my signature -Quentin knight
Red Coat
An early train ride through a city I love.
Tendrils of history, art, and Jewish terror
draw me back again and again to this area.
Biting cold accompanies a soft breeze on a brilliant sunshiny day.
An old stone bridge spanning a river is where I choose to wait,
while the mournful sounds of a saxophone is played nearby.
My red coat, depicting the fiery desire rising within me
as I lean on the bridge purveying the sights,
giving thanks for my extraordinary life.
Church bells start ringing; I turn to see you standing there.
You look hesitant…are you not sure how I will greet you?
My answer to you…a smile of infinite proportions.
We walk to the art gallery for an appointment with some Warriors.
I lightly hold your arm as I glide up ancient steps
to be greeted by timeworn faces from another culture, another lifetime.
They watch me as I watch you, taking in every part of you.
Nothing has changed; I still feel the same.
The cloak of unrequited love
softly falls deeper over me, gently tightening its hold.
The questions I want to ask you
are pushed to the nether regions of my mind.
I watch you smiling and laughing,
not wanting to spoil our time together with my imaginings.
I’m hoping you’ll display your feelings and that
you may, just may, feel the same as I do.
Time spent talking, drinking, eating.
Thoughts of what I’d like to do to you
float through my mind, making me smile, as you stand outside smoking.
Walking, talking, you saying ‘trust me….’
Then, in an instant, things change.
You tell me you’re going home…no invitation to join you.
No touching, no smiling, no laughing,
as we walk quickly to the train station.
My life, this illusion, is quickly ending.
Your actions, your words, your feigned look of surprise at my question
Tell me…they tell me, I won’t be seeing you again.
You…disappear into a crowd of people at a busy station.
My red coat...now a symbol of my heart bleeding.
My heart…broken by your actions, by the underlying false hope i held.
Me…no longer present, just a red coat crumpled on the concrete floor
as people step around me, not caring.
This is how I stay, for what seems like an eternity.
Then, an inner strength inflates me like a hot air balloon
My red coat and I walk out the door into the biting cold.
Aimlessly I wander, dark glasses hiding red swollen eyes.
Tears silently falling, soaking my woolen scarf.
Somewhere I stop and sit, listening to the final sounds of my heart breaking.
Seeping red deepens the colour of my coat.
In this city that’s not mine, this country I’ve adopted
I long for the familiarity of my home,
the embracing tenderness and protection it gives me.
A woman approaches, asking for money.
I raise my head; she sees the torment in my face
Says ‘sorry’ and moves on.
How long I sat there crying I do not know.
Thoughts of reproach, how stupid of me to fall so deeply for you.
Darkness creeps around me, following as I walk to another station.
I pray the train I step on to will take me somewhere different,
Somewhere that matches the emptiness I feel.
Instead, it takes me to the place I call home in this city.
As I walk the empty streets the wind whistles through stark trees.
Blackness has fallen from the sky filling my heart.
A plastic bag driven by the invisible rolls down a cobbled street like tumbleweed,
as I drag my body to a prison with brightly coloured walls.
During the days and weeks that follow,
I dive in and out of the depths of despair.
One barren, cold day, reaching a place so desolate,
I now understand how others have travelled there.
Putting distance and time between the events of that day; of time spent with you,
With the healing energy of my home, my trees, the wildlife within them,
Of copious amounts of writing releasing the need to speak of you,
I am finally healing.
Strange as it sounds, there are days when I bless you.
I thank you for helping me to discover the unexplored depths of my emotions.
For this has unlocked, in me, further creativity.
I still think of you, I still desire you, i still want to be with you, though your hold is lessening.
I pray you’re happy, content, enjoying your life.
Hoping, that sometimes, you think of me fondly.
[/b]
An early train ride through a city I love.
Tendrils of history, art, and Jewish terror
draw me back again and again to this area.
Biting cold accompanies a soft breeze on a brilliant sunshiny day.
An old stone bridge spanning a river is where I choose to wait,
while the mournful sounds of a saxophone is played nearby.
My red coat, depicting the fiery desire rising within me
as I lean on the bridge purveying the sights,
giving thanks for my extraordinary life.
Church bells start ringing; I turn to see you standing there.
You look hesitant…are you not sure how I will greet you?
My answer to you…a smile of infinite proportions.
We walk to the art gallery for an appointment with some Warriors.
I lightly hold your arm as I glide up ancient steps
to be greeted by timeworn faces from another culture, another lifetime.
They watch me as I watch you, taking in every part of you.
Nothing has changed; I still feel the same.
The cloak of unrequited love
softly falls deeper over me, gently tightening its hold.
The questions I want to ask you
are pushed to the nether regions of my mind.
I watch you smiling and laughing,
not wanting to spoil our time together with my imaginings.
I’m hoping you’ll display your feelings and that
you may, just may, feel the same as I do.
Time spent talking, drinking, eating.
Thoughts of what I’d like to do to you
float through my mind, making me smile, as you stand outside smoking.
Walking, talking, you saying ‘trust me….’
Then, in an instant, things change.
You tell me you’re going home…no invitation to join you.
No touching, no smiling, no laughing,
as we walk quickly to the train station.
My life, this illusion, is quickly ending.
Your actions, your words, your feigned look of surprise at my question
Tell me…they tell me, I won’t be seeing you again.
You…disappear into a crowd of people at a busy station.
My red coat...now a symbol of my heart bleeding.
My heart…broken by your actions, by the underlying false hope i held.
Me…no longer present, just a red coat crumpled on the concrete floor
as people step around me, not caring.
This is how I stay, for what seems like an eternity.
Then, an inner strength inflates me like a hot air balloon
My red coat and I walk out the door into the biting cold.
Aimlessly I wander, dark glasses hiding red swollen eyes.
Tears silently falling, soaking my woolen scarf.
Somewhere I stop and sit, listening to the final sounds of my heart breaking.
Seeping red deepens the colour of my coat.
In this city that’s not mine, this country I’ve adopted
I long for the familiarity of my home,
the embracing tenderness and protection it gives me.
A woman approaches, asking for money.
I raise my head; she sees the torment in my face
Says ‘sorry’ and moves on.
How long I sat there crying I do not know.
Thoughts of reproach, how stupid of me to fall so deeply for you.
Darkness creeps around me, following as I walk to another station.
I pray the train I step on to will take me somewhere different,
Somewhere that matches the emptiness I feel.
Instead, it takes me to the place I call home in this city.
As I walk the empty streets the wind whistles through stark trees.
Blackness has fallen from the sky filling my heart.
A plastic bag driven by the invisible rolls down a cobbled street like tumbleweed,
as I drag my body to a prison with brightly coloured walls.
During the days and weeks that follow,
I dive in and out of the depths of despair.
One barren, cold day, reaching a place so desolate,
I now understand how others have travelled there.
Putting distance and time between the events of that day; of time spent with you,
With the healing energy of my home, my trees, the wildlife within them,
Of copious amounts of writing releasing the need to speak of you,
I am finally healing.
Strange as it sounds, there are days when I bless you.
I thank you for helping me to discover the unexplored depths of my emotions.
For this has unlocked, in me, further creativity.
I still think of you, I still desire you, i still want to be with you, though your hold is lessening.
I pray you’re happy, content, enjoying your life.
Hoping, that sometimes, you think of me fondly.
[/b]
Please Call Back
He is already aware
Of the churning noise
That madness makes
He sees medication
Lying untaken
He is aware of a
Dark internal fog that
Invades the very place
That should be safe.
He already knows fear
Despair and pain.
He knows the aroma
Of alcohol breaths
Violent whispers
He doesn’t need
To be a psychic
He already knows that
A storm coming
He is scared that he
Will not survive
Just a small child in woolen
Swimming shorts
Who would much
Rather stay in the
Water that he fears
Than face going home
To the terror silently
Waiting for him
He cries to no avail
There is no redeemer
No hero to rescue
Currently available
Maybe later
Maybe not
He is already aware
Of the churning noise
That madness makes
He sees medication
Lying untaken
He is aware of a
Dark internal fog that
Invades the very place
That should be safe.
He already knows fear
Despair and pain.
He knows the aroma
Of alcohol breaths
Violent whispers
He doesn’t need
To be a psychic
He already knows that
A storm coming
He is scared that he
Will not survive
Just a small child in woolen
Swimming shorts
Who would much
Rather stay in the
Water that he fears
Than face going home
To the terror silently
Waiting for him
He cries to no avail
There is no redeemer
No hero to rescue
Currently available
Maybe later
Maybe not
I Let Her Pussy Get Away
we worked together and she was a mature old woman
but she had a very fit body, big boobs
nipples poking through her sweater
her booty thick, and her throat strong
we were alone often in the car
but why the thought of laying her never crossed me
she was a coworker and she had an older husband
and no kids
but she was very active and in good health
as I recall my time with her
indeed I had many instances for easy lays
but for some stupid reason, it never occurred to me
her husband was at home in another country
and she only came here to work
she would be gone soon and she told me to drive her home
we were alone
she wanted something
but I didn't want anything
and so I let the pussy get away
when all that time the pussy wanted to play
and I would have made that pussy pay
but stupid me
I let the pussy get away
next time I meet a mature older woman
I'm a fuck the shit out of her
and the pussy will say,
"MEEEEEEEEEEEEE OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW"
we worked together and she was a mature old woman
but she had a very fit body, big boobs
nipples poking through her sweater
her booty thick, and her throat strong
we were alone often in the car
but why the thought of laying her never crossed me
she was a coworker and she had an older husband
and no kids
but she was very active and in good health
as I recall my time with her
indeed I had many instances for easy lays
but for some stupid reason, it never occurred to me
her husband was at home in another country
and she only came here to work
she would be gone soon and she told me to drive her home
we were alone
she wanted something
but I didn't want anything
and so I let the pussy get away
when all that time the pussy wanted to play
and I would have made that pussy pay
but stupid me
I let the pussy get away
next time I meet a mature older woman
I'm a fuck the shit out of her
and the pussy will say,
"MEEEEEEEEEEEEE OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW"
