Poetry competition CLOSED 13th August 2018 9:42pm
WINNER
takis1917
takis1917
Heartbreak / Unrequited Love
Ghosts
He doesn’t care if your heart is broken
He doesn’t care if it feels like every bone in your body breaks
With every move you make
He doesn’t notice you’re gone
While all you do is notice
He doesn’t cry about you being gone
But all you can do is choke back the tears
Hugging yourself tight
In hopes you won’t you won’t fall apart in the night
Why do you always make the same mistakes?
Trusting the same people who hurt you in the same way
Over and over again
They cause your heart so much pain
A pain you carry with you
Throughout everyday
It stalks you like a ghost
Demanding to be heard
So you curl up into a ball
And build your walls
In an attempt to shut everything out
So you can focus on not missing
The people who broke you
But in your fortress
The only things that can find you
Are the ghosts
He doesn’t care if it feels like every bone in your body breaks
With every move you make
He doesn’t notice you’re gone
While all you do is notice
He doesn’t cry about you being gone
But all you can do is choke back the tears
Hugging yourself tight
In hopes you won’t you won’t fall apart in the night
Why do you always make the same mistakes?
Trusting the same people who hurt you in the same way
Over and over again
They cause your heart so much pain
A pain you carry with you
Throughout everyday
It stalks you like a ghost
Demanding to be heard
So you curl up into a ball
And build your walls
In an attempt to shut everything out
So you can focus on not missing
The people who broke you
But in your fortress
The only things that can find you
Are the ghosts
Written by Heart_symphony
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Last Letter
Coming home to the silence is how it started. No music playing, no home cooked meal. No not this time but a surprise letter with the smell I know oh too well, Victoria's Secret body mist Love Spell. The very fragrance that hints seductive and farewell. Which one was it? Well let me tell...
The Last Letter:
"Don't look at this as a goodbye. Look at this as a see you another time. If this is truly meant to be I need to see, so I ask that you set me free. Continue to live and don't carry any fear. I still love you so you can love me; each day even if we're not near. Far or close, here by my side or on the other end of this ride, you can love me the same. You Loved me through words, loved me through actions, loved me through thoughts, prayers, and intense stares. Loved me through laughs, tears, and affection. Passion and sweet aggression. You Loved me dear with no end. We both loved each day as if we'll never hear, see, smell, watch, or think of eachother again. So don't cry, live your life. My letter to you from your wife. Not a goodbye."
I don't know how to think or piece it in my mind. I wish i knew why but i won't stress. I'll be fine. Just have to live life, let her take her time to grow wise.
The Last Letter:
"Don't look at this as a goodbye. Look at this as a see you another time. If this is truly meant to be I need to see, so I ask that you set me free. Continue to live and don't carry any fear. I still love you so you can love me; each day even if we're not near. Far or close, here by my side or on the other end of this ride, you can love me the same. You Loved me through words, loved me through actions, loved me through thoughts, prayers, and intense stares. Loved me through laughs, tears, and affection. Passion and sweet aggression. You Loved me dear with no end. We both loved each day as if we'll never hear, see, smell, watch, or think of eachother again. So don't cry, live your life. My letter to you from your wife. Not a goodbye."
I don't know how to think or piece it in my mind. I wish i knew why but i won't stress. I'll be fine. Just have to live life, let her take her time to grow wise.
Written by Chris_Pleasures
(Chris Pleasures)
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Subduction
So the roiling rolls
lifts and shifting heated potholes
My meniscus melts over
sparse of space and affection
There's excessive marks on a time
graphite scritches cross unshielded bone
I was impervious at 2:00
though not THIS 2:00;
twelve hops of the clock
and the lull stopped
My hands cinching, then slacking
We are scalded - walled in
These vents, a hideout, hydrothermally recessed
tenanted, we venture into fissures
A shimmy down chimneys - pulsing in the pressure
Limpets where the lesser merely writhe
lifts and shifting heated potholes
My meniscus melts over
sparse of space and affection
There's excessive marks on a time
graphite scritches cross unshielded bone
I was impervious at 2:00
though not THIS 2:00;
twelve hops of the clock
and the lull stopped
My hands cinching, then slacking
We are scalded - walled in
These vents, a hideout, hydrothermally recessed
tenanted, we venture into fissures
A shimmy down chimneys - pulsing in the pressure
Limpets where the lesser merely writhe
Written by AtoMikbomb
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Changing
Repercussions of Trust
Inevitably my soul corrodes and rusts
Leaving me with an Outlook of disgust
Isolations a bi product of my integration
Cold Sensations for confused durations
impossible not to convey my frustration
Insanity comes with the segregation
Surviving offers little motivation
Bloodshot with a slight dilation
Still seeing clearly my Annihilation
Can't stop assisting its inflation
Every breath closer to suffocation
Am I speaking fluently
You see what this scrutiny is doing to me
Subconsciously I planed this Mutiny
As if able to count on immunity
All Unity is lost in this hateful community
It is nothing new to me
most my life it's always run congruently
Chipping away at the good in me
the only thing i now trust
Is The spread of the corrosion and rust
Then a very slow and drawn-out
asphyxiation from the collection of Dust
That covers the memory of us
Written by Nightfall503
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Tomorrow alone seems a very long time
Once upon a time
I had a heart to give,
but those days like youth and spring
are long gone
and, like my flowers, have wilted slightly
in ignorance and from indifference
as although the seasons still change
and the Sun still shines,
nothing is new anymore
since that day
you said you did not feel the same way.
The wind was ripped from my saccharine sails
with clouds constant onlookers
perpetually casting shade
while in my eyes and heart
a stellar spark went out never to twinkle again.
Not that it was ever your fault;
it was just the cruel hand of fate
left me playing solitaire
when I thought it was pairs
with a pack full of hearts
but it was never a game you wanted to play.
So now I continue to rattle around,
this hollow heart of iron empty of fire
making me a living proverb or idiom
but I would rather much be an idiot of this feeling,
as "'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all"
is not all well and fine
as for the lover unrequited
tomorrow alone seems a very long time
and a lack of love never made much.
I had a heart to give,
but those days like youth and spring
are long gone
and, like my flowers, have wilted slightly
in ignorance and from indifference
as although the seasons still change
and the Sun still shines,
nothing is new anymore
since that day
you said you did not feel the same way.
The wind was ripped from my saccharine sails
with clouds constant onlookers
perpetually casting shade
while in my eyes and heart
a stellar spark went out never to twinkle again.
Not that it was ever your fault;
it was just the cruel hand of fate
left me playing solitaire
when I thought it was pairs
with a pack full of hearts
but it was never a game you wanted to play.
So now I continue to rattle around,
this hollow heart of iron empty of fire
making me a living proverb or idiom
but I would rather much be an idiot of this feeling,
as "'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all"
is not all well and fine
as for the lover unrequited
tomorrow alone seems a very long time
and a lack of love never made much.
Written by Viddax
(Lord Viddax)
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A BLUE HAIKU
“Define Blue Haiku”
Remember the day when you
Broke my heart in two?
Remember the day when you
Broke my heart in two?
Written by snugglebuck
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Our Story
Those who's stories end with obtaining their love,
Are fortunate...
Those who's stories end with them dieing for their love,
Are strange...
Our story is neither fortunate nor strange,
Our story is magnificently unique my love...
Our distance is as far as the sea to the sky,
Yet we are so close...
I know you will never be mine
For you Moon are in love with the beautiful stars
And I'm the ocean,
Who's waves are mesmerized by you,
As you keep me company from afar
In the loneliness of the night.
But what can I say
I have a habit of falling in love with things that are beautifully unreachable....
I will neither obtain your love nor die for it,
For my admiration will last for many lifelines,
And our story will continue till the end of time....
Are fortunate...
Those who's stories end with them dieing for their love,
Are strange...
Our story is neither fortunate nor strange,
Our story is magnificently unique my love...
Our distance is as far as the sea to the sky,
Yet we are so close...
I know you will never be mine
For you Moon are in love with the beautiful stars
And I'm the ocean,
Who's waves are mesmerized by you,
As you keep me company from afar
In the loneliness of the night.
But what can I say
I have a habit of falling in love with things that are beautifully unreachable....
I will neither obtain your love nor die for it,
For my admiration will last for many lifelines,
And our story will continue till the end of time....
Written by Hidden_Emotions
(Sphinxlike)
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my dreams, my love
in my dreams,
i envision an alternate universe,
in which a broken heart
can simply be sewn back together
with nimble movements
of a mother and her caring eyes.
in a world where i can have you
and the life we've made together,
without arguments and words that sting,
eerily similar to that of a bee.
i want a world where love is enough,
or where we are unaware that it is not.
my arms reach out,
waiting for your hand to meet mine.
my delicate fingers stretch,
with unyielded yearn,
to lay their lips on your smooth skin.
my limbs grasp for whatever remains,
desperate for one last loving embrace.
they fall to my side, empty-handed, as i wake.
i reach for your end of the bed to find
an imprint of where your messy chestnut hair
has lain.
tears stream. whispered is a mantra to keep me sane:
"do not beg for what does not want to stay."
i envision an alternate universe,
in which a broken heart
can simply be sewn back together
with nimble movements
of a mother and her caring eyes.
in a world where i can have you
and the life we've made together,
without arguments and words that sting,
eerily similar to that of a bee.
i want a world where love is enough,
or where we are unaware that it is not.
my arms reach out,
waiting for your hand to meet mine.
my delicate fingers stretch,
with unyielded yearn,
to lay their lips on your smooth skin.
my limbs grasp for whatever remains,
desperate for one last loving embrace.
they fall to my side, empty-handed, as i wake.
i reach for your end of the bed to find
an imprint of where your messy chestnut hair
has lain.
tears stream. whispered is a mantra to keep me sane:
"do not beg for what does not want to stay."
Written by michaelaschull
(Michaela Schull)
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