Poetry competition CLOSED 8th May 2018 12:01pm
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The Realm
My waking thought is of you next to me,
A fantasy?
A dream?
An illusion keen on scenes I’ve fantasized,
Romanticized and idealized from lust to love,
Because in your eyes lies a realm where I reside
In state of transcendent ecstasy.
It’s not that I just put you on a pedestal,
But I worship you with incredible hunger and thirst,
I find myself immersed,
Deeply absorbed in the adoration
With an inspiration for what this emotion does to me.
I find it divine,
Oh love of mine,
But it’s all my mind can think of before I fall asleep,
Wondering if you’ll meet me there,
In the realm I see,
In the reality amidst the fantasy we share.
My waking thought is of you next to me,
A fantasy?
A dream?
An illusion keen on scenes I’ve fantasized,
Romanticized and idealized from lust to love,
Because in your eyes lies a realm where I reside
In state of transcendent ecstasy.
It’s not that I just put you on a pedestal,
But I worship you with incredible hunger and thirst,
I find myself immersed,
Deeply absorbed in the adoration
With an inspiration for what this emotion does to me.
I find it divine,
Oh love of mine,
But it’s all my mind can think of before I fall asleep,
Wondering if you’ll meet me there,
In the realm I see,
In the reality amidst the fantasy we share.
admiration
At times I stop to think and stall
And realise that I’m so small,
Near the mountains of Nepal
Or the builds of Taj Mahal,
Maybe I can’t understand
all the wonders of the land,
But can sure soothe up my sight
And all the books I could rewrite,
If I could spend an hour or two
Standing still looking at you,
Wouldn’t miss out on this chance
And could walk from here to France,
Just to be into that stance
To get a glimpse of your romance.
And realise that I’m so small,
Near the mountains of Nepal
Or the builds of Taj Mahal,
Maybe I can’t understand
all the wonders of the land,
But can sure soothe up my sight
And all the books I could rewrite,
If I could spend an hour or two
Standing still looking at you,
Wouldn’t miss out on this chance
And could walk from here to France,
Just to be into that stance
To get a glimpse of your romance.
Written by joeborg
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Spider And Fly
Like a bandit, a thief in the night
Thought I’d steal her love and take a chance
She surrendered softly without a fight
Not knowing I was a victim of the circumstance
She was the spider, I was the fly
Come into my parlour she said
I was weary, from soaring so high
I found comfort in her tiny bed
She was the spider, I was the fly
I awoke to curtains hanging all around
Sheets of silk felt inviting to my naked skin
She laid next to me, my hands were bound
She whispered so softly, let me tuck you in
She was the spider, I was the fly
Come into my parlour she said
I was weary from soaring so high
I found comfort in her tiny bed
She was the spider, I was the fly
(Instrumental)
Blinded by the diamonds, lost in her eyes
Came the sting of a sweet honey bee
I was in too deep, just helplessly hypnotized
With all the passion of being a fatality
She was the spider, I was the fly
Come into my parlour she said
I was weary from soaring so high
I found comfort in her tiny bed
She was the spider, I was the fly
She was the spider, I was the fly
Come into my parlour she said
I was weary from soaring so high
I found comfort in her tiny bed
She was the spider, I was the fly
Thought I’d steal her love and take a chance
She surrendered softly without a fight
Not knowing I was a victim of the circumstance
She was the spider, I was the fly
Come into my parlour she said
I was weary, from soaring so high
I found comfort in her tiny bed
She was the spider, I was the fly
I awoke to curtains hanging all around
Sheets of silk felt inviting to my naked skin
She laid next to me, my hands were bound
She whispered so softly, let me tuck you in
She was the spider, I was the fly
Come into my parlour she said
I was weary from soaring so high
I found comfort in her tiny bed
She was the spider, I was the fly
(Instrumental)
Blinded by the diamonds, lost in her eyes
Came the sting of a sweet honey bee
I was in too deep, just helplessly hypnotized
With all the passion of being a fatality
She was the spider, I was the fly
Come into my parlour she said
I was weary from soaring so high
I found comfort in her tiny bed
She was the spider, I was the fly
She was the spider, I was the fly
Come into my parlour she said
I was weary from soaring so high
I found comfort in her tiny bed
She was the spider, I was the fly
Written by buddydog
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There was some amazing poetry here I had to read and re read I wish I could give out a few more trophies 🏆 that’s how good some of the poetry was it was very hard for me to pick thank you everyone who entered I’ll do another one soon congratulations to Sophie
