Poetry competition CLOSED 10th October 2017 1:10pm
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNERS-UP:
Viddax
and OxyMoronicMe
What is your fear?
The first crush
The first day I entered the class
For me; Every one was stranger
I knew no one in the mass
Every thing looked like danger
In the mass I saw a beautiful girl
I wanted to capture the moment
She was like shell with pearl
Looking at her I went into wonderment
I can't explain what was my feeling
How to introduce?? Thought was killing
I went near her to speak
Could not utter a word , just looked
She asked what ?? And passed a smile
I just stood and she passed on while
I still have guilt that I couldn't tell her
She was going away and got blur
My shyness made me feel bad
I couldn't speak what I should had
That moment is still fresh in my mind
But Now I have to move forward and leave memories behind.
For me; Every one was stranger
I knew no one in the mass
Every thing looked like danger
In the mass I saw a beautiful girl
I wanted to capture the moment
She was like shell with pearl
Looking at her I went into wonderment
I can't explain what was my feeling
How to introduce?? Thought was killing
I went near her to speak
Could not utter a word , just looked
She asked what ?? And passed a smile
I just stood and she passed on while
I still have guilt that I couldn't tell her
She was going away and got blur
My shyness made me feel bad
I couldn't speak what I should had
That moment is still fresh in my mind
But Now I have to move forward and leave memories behind.
Written by Shizankanozia
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Anonymous
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Onsra
My fear is knowing that love won't last
My hearts been bruised
Used or thrown in the trash
Every moment I can't erase
Knowing that my love will surely be erased
I was just born to face
That there's no love here
In this human race
No matter what I do or say
No one will ever have this place
No heart no love
I will be just another pretty face
Watching and wondering
Where no love is my own
Deep down holding onto what I yearn
For love is beautiful without any fear
I hope one day it will be filled and held dear
Onsra:
Loving for the last time; that bittersweet feeling you get when you know a love won’t last.
My hearts been bruised
Used or thrown in the trash
Every moment I can't erase
Knowing that my love will surely be erased
I was just born to face
That there's no love here
In this human race
No matter what I do or say
No one will ever have this place
No heart no love
I will be just another pretty face
Watching and wondering
Where no love is my own
Deep down holding onto what I yearn
For love is beautiful without any fear
I hope one day it will be filled and held dear
Onsra:
Loving for the last time; that bittersweet feeling you get when you know a love won’t last.
Written by Theresa874
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Muerte
Losing my life at an early age.
The fear of locusts feasting on my ebony covered flesh for all my days.
Laying lifeless in a casket surrounded by fake store bought flowers.
My soul forever being restless and lost without my family.
The putrid stinch of decay turning stomachs and killing grass.
The fear of demons on my ass.
Living out to be a brainless zombie with no mind.
Heart empty as a shell with no lover to call mines.
No present, no past, no future all erased from existence.
I will be nothing more than a distant memory lost in everyone's conscience.
Mourned and celebrated for one day then only be considered just a sad thought the next.
Never again to see the sun shine it's beautiful rays over me.
Never again to inhale the crisp air that my mortal body used to breath.
Lost without a sense of care in the world.
Not being able to bring joy to the lives I've touched.
Soon becoming someone who is not missed as much.
My corpse lying there withering away turning into dust.
Soon to become a I don't miss you much.
Muerte is Spanish for death
Losing my life at an early age.
The fear of locusts feasting on my ebony covered flesh for all my days.
Laying lifeless in a casket surrounded by fake store bought flowers.
My soul forever being restless and lost without my family.
The putrid stinch of decay turning stomachs and killing grass.
The fear of demons on my ass.
Living out to be a brainless zombie with no mind.
Heart empty as a shell with no lover to call mines.
No present, no past, no future all erased from existence.
I will be nothing more than a distant memory lost in everyone's conscience.
Mourned and celebrated for one day then only be considered just a sad thought the next.
Never again to see the sun shine it's beautiful rays over me.
Never again to inhale the crisp air that my mortal body used to breath.
Lost without a sense of care in the world.
Not being able to bring joy to the lives I've touched.
Soon becoming someone who is not missed as much.
My corpse lying there withering away turning into dust.
Soon to become a I don't miss you much.
Muerte is Spanish for death
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