Poetry competition CLOSED 17th April 2022 4:11pm
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNER-UP:
solbluesol
type love
Poetry Contest Description
i wanna know the good, bad and ugly about your relationships what type love do yall have.
Type love
See people always talking about I want the wake up in the morning next to you type love
The I just want to be with you every second type love
The kinda love peeping around the wall just watching you type love
The shower sex type love
The I wanna be with you now and forever type love
The take forever to leave the house because I don't want to leave you type love
The smoke weed and just vibe type love
The finish my sentence type love
The say I love you without speaking a word type love
The look at me and it's on in the bedroom type love
The first day you met type love
The still flirting with each other even though you been together forever type love
The type love that makes everyone jealous type love?
Ya I got that love
I got the new York new Jersey rival type love
the you never doing the right thing but I still love you type love
The even though he got his windows busted and his first instinct was to shoot type love I told him not to and he didn't type love
The type love that even though I'm having suicidal thoughts I think of you and I smile type love
Your my everything type love and I don't want to give it up type love
The even though I never wanted to have children a day in my life I wanna go half on a baby with you type love
The even though me and you ain't got much type love I'm willing to build it up with you type love
That relationship goals type love? Ya I got that type love
The type love that turn a Hood nigga turn into a nice guy
Now y'all don't understand this man was in a really bad place when I met him but ever since then his life turned around I ain't gonna say I'm the reason for it all but I do think I gAve him a reason to start
See people always talking about I want the wake up in the morning next to you type love
The I just want to be with you every second type love
The kinda love peeping around the wall just watching you type love
The shower sex type love
The I wanna be with you now and forever type love
The take forever to leave the house because I don't want to leave you type love
The smoke weed and just vibe type love
The finish my sentence type love
The say I love you without speaking a word type love
The look at me and it's on in the bedroom type love
The first day you met type love
The still flirting with each other even though you been together forever type love
The type love that makes everyone jealous type love?
Ya I got that love
I got the new York new Jersey rival type love
the you never doing the right thing but I still love you type love
The even though he got his windows busted and his first instinct was to shoot type love I told him not to and he didn't type love
The type love that even though I'm having suicidal thoughts I think of you and I smile type love
Your my everything type love and I don't want to give it up type love
The even though I never wanted to have children a day in my life I wanna go half on a baby with you type love
The even though me and you ain't got much type love I'm willing to build it up with you type love
That relationship goals type love? Ya I got that type love
The type love that turn a Hood nigga turn into a nice guy
Now y'all don't understand this man was in a really bad place when I met him but ever since then his life turned around I ain't gonna say I'm the reason for it all but I do think I gAve him a reason to start
Anonymous
Interdimensional ecstacy and various planes of passionate rapture
Inhaling deep,
snaking my body
around your strength
making doubly sure
you stain me
permanent
marking me bone deep
where no shower powerful enough
could ever wash away
your scent
Those pheromones
the beckoning smell of ripe desire
swirled with salted musky spice
uniquely enhanced by my own
floral bouquet
Everlasting is this—
our sworn covenant
our blood oath
branded into sacred flesh
upheld by each fiber, within
I'm yours and you're mine
Sealed destiny— past-present-future
from the very first taste of your tongue
and the dangerous electric shock
from the touch of your skin
mutual growls of ownership
unsure whose
you or me..
it matters little....
It's the sound I've always heard
always known... dreamt as home.
My mouth waters uncontrollably
as I feel hearts pound triple
tempered legs slightly parted
unable to stop the fiery mewing
exquisite tortured pleas of need
The tip of my tongue traces taught edges
and licks at hard smoothness
a single most known sense of rapture -
dire chasmic bellows
piercing cries, cut razor-sharp
through the veil of comprehension
to all dimensions
Starting so very small...
then building, in all that glorious power
and particular purpose
those loud scry's become found rhythm
I guide myself
along-- sharing
my perfection of delivery
needing and requiring
taking as much as giving
all that is needed to give
all that is needed to be taken
where good and evil are incarnate
and together—
We. Are. Legion.
Written by Bluevelvete
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A Love Masterpiece
i want to kiss your heart
And leave my hand prints
So you will know you have been touch
By real true love
I want to hold you tight
Close to my heart
You are the beat
Of my drum to a band
To help you understand
I want to your man
And you be my woman
i want you I need you I want you
If I could just have you to myself
It would be great for my health
For my heart you will forever be
Every time I look inside my heart
You will always be there
For better or for worse
I will love you for the rest of my life
I swear
And leave my hand prints
So you will know you have been touch
By real true love
I want to hold you tight
Close to my heart
You are the beat
Of my drum to a band
To help you understand
I want to your man
And you be my woman
i want you I need you I want you
If I could just have you to myself
It would be great for my health
For my heart you will forever be
Every time I look inside my heart
You will always be there
For better or for worse
I will love you for the rest of my life
I swear
Written by MalcolmJThePoet
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Things My Wife Says > Thirsty Twitter DM
I don’t want you to sing to me,
I want to be the song.
I want you to fill your lungs with my flame
and breathe out a melody
to spool around my rib cage.
I want my right hand to shake
as you spill your soul into mine
with perfect meter and rhythm.
I want your lyrics branded into my skin,
so if there are any that follow,
they can run their fingers over the raised flesh
and know where you have been.
They will know your mark and never
forget your name
I want to be your poem,
fuck being your muse. That’s for Holly Housewife
who spends too much time on Twitter,
only fucks her husband on Wednesdays,
but keeps the nightstand drawer full
with daydreams of a savage,
a man born of passion,
who with a fistful of hair,
curves her spine like the earth,
and then writes a haiku across
the small of her back.
No, I need you to pierce me
with your pen and use my blood
as your ink. Watch my artery spill
onto your page, pump by steady pump,
and taste the beads of salt that shower the paper.
Curl my body into letters of verse
that bring me to the brink of death,
leaving me scarred and clawed
and hemorrhaging onto your pillow.
Use me until I am your own
design, a piece of perfect art,
a creation that would murder
lesser men
I want to be the song.
I want you to fill your lungs with my flame
and breathe out a melody
to spool around my rib cage.
I want my right hand to shake
as you spill your soul into mine
with perfect meter and rhythm.
I want your lyrics branded into my skin,
so if there are any that follow,
they can run their fingers over the raised flesh
and know where you have been.
They will know your mark and never
forget your name
I want to be your poem,
fuck being your muse. That’s for Holly Housewife
who spends too much time on Twitter,
only fucks her husband on Wednesdays,
but keeps the nightstand drawer full
with daydreams of a savage,
a man born of passion,
who with a fistful of hair,
curves her spine like the earth,
and then writes a haiku across
the small of her back.
No, I need you to pierce me
with your pen and use my blood
as your ink. Watch my artery spill
onto your page, pump by steady pump,
and taste the beads of salt that shower the paper.
Curl my body into letters of verse
that bring me to the brink of death,
leaving me scarred and clawed
and hemorrhaging onto your pillow.
Use me until I am your own
design, a piece of perfect art,
a creation that would murder
lesser men
Written by solbluesol
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Je T'aime
The sun
spills pettles
accross
her canvass
Legs
bound
in four
strands
Knotted
like the french
plait
in her hair
Heart beats
against my cheeks
as a side drum
waiting for
a trombone
to sound
Fingers entwined
having worked
an honest day
holding on
as if
there will never be
a time
to let go
Her breath
whispering
over skin
in a harmony
that
settles choirs
This is when
I am most
at home
We agree over
coffee
No one
says it
quite
like us
-x-
spills pettles
accross
her canvass
Legs
bound
in four
strands
Knotted
like the french
plait
in her hair
Heart beats
against my cheeks
as a side drum
waiting for
a trombone
to sound
Fingers entwined
having worked
an honest day
holding on
as if
there will never be
a time
to let go
Her breath
whispering
over skin
in a harmony
that
settles choirs
This is when
I am most
at home
We agree over
coffee
No one
says it
quite
like us
-x-
Written by RevolutionAL
(Alistair Plint)
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Anonymous
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Stay In My Arms
The few moments I spent with you gave me an inexpressible feeling
I wanted you to stay in my arms and gratify me, but you had to go
You smiled and waved to me from across the shopping centre
Now that I am close to you, I can look in your rare gray eyes again
Everything that I dreamed for is here when I hold you in my arms
Darling, stay in my arms until the pale light of dawn starts to show
I wanted you to stay in my arms and gratify me, but you had to go
You smiled and waved to me from across the shopping centre
Now that I am close to you, I can look in your rare gray eyes again
Everything that I dreamed for is here when I hold you in my arms
Darling, stay in my arms until the pale light of dawn starts to show
Written by PittinixDesigns
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i love the way
I love the way you smell
rose pedals
on a crisp mornings breeze
intoxicating fragrance
lasting memory
like a daydream
I love the way you look at me
sapphire pools
that shine in the morning light
express everything
without uttering a single word
I love the way you say my name
like an angels call
that reaches my soul
and brings the light
to my darkest days
I love the way you touch me
soft and gentle
not just physically
but emotionally
tames this raging beast
I hide inside
I love the way you walk
such grace and elegance
gliding feminine beauty
entices me
paralyzes me
I love the way you kiss me
the way you stroke my hair
the smell of your breath
the heat
the taste
the gentle way our tongues dance
melts me like ice
I love the way you hold me
a blanket
like comfort
lost in the embrace
time stops
and nothing else matters
I love the way you love me
pure like a snowflake
hot like a volcano
passionate like a hurricane
1 universe
9 planets
204 countries
809 islands
7 seas
and me, an ogre
have the privilege
of your love
i am truly blessed
rose pedals
on a crisp mornings breeze
intoxicating fragrance
lasting memory
like a daydream
I love the way you look at me
sapphire pools
that shine in the morning light
express everything
without uttering a single word
I love the way you say my name
like an angels call
that reaches my soul
and brings the light
to my darkest days
I love the way you touch me
soft and gentle
not just physically
but emotionally
tames this raging beast
I hide inside
I love the way you walk
such grace and elegance
gliding feminine beauty
entices me
paralyzes me
I love the way you kiss me
the way you stroke my hair
the smell of your breath
the heat
the taste
the gentle way our tongues dance
melts me like ice
I love the way you hold me
a blanket
like comfort
lost in the embrace
time stops
and nothing else matters
I love the way you love me
pure like a snowflake
hot like a volcano
passionate like a hurricane
1 universe
9 planets
204 countries
809 islands
7 seas
and me, an ogre
have the privilege
of your love
i am truly blessed
Written by fathermadness
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Untitled Poet .
If there was one last dance
sweet-wild-child, it would be with you
my love
breaking the line
untill my feet bled
while the music broke the rhythm
in my head
If one last poem was written
I'd write it for you love
search the metaphors
similes
and alliteration, from the depths
of the heart, till blood no longer circulated
Typing each phrase with so much care
that my fingers would cramp
filling it with so many words
it would challenge the dictionary
If there was one last breath
beautiful woman
I'd use it to lock lips with you
Gasp it and hold it
left with the taste of you
swirling in my being
sucking you in
to feed me for eternity
If I fall again
I want to fall into you,
from the top floor of the empire estate
A free fall because
I love you
If there is one last prayer woman
I pray I never again would have to
lock you away
and that we could be together
love inked in each others lives
even if only
for my very last day
my lovely
-x-
Written by RevolutionAL
(Alistair Plint)
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Twisted Love
Hearing your heartbeat
Reading your words
Holding your hand
Forgetting what hurts
For once I could smile
And we both agreed
The Future was ours
As long as we bleed
Reading your words
Holding your hand
Forgetting what hurts
For once I could smile
And we both agreed
The Future was ours
As long as we bleed
Written by Thetravelingfairy
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your howl crosses Pontchartrain
You're so full,
moon too big for the sky.
You make the mischief in my chest
itch wildly
and crawl
writhing
from the corner of my mouth.
Which city I'm in
decides whether I'll even bother
to try and hold it down.
Love is just about
all I am,
but the stuff I got for you
is just crazy.
You rile my skin
in the most insane way -
your nighttime
is a thrilling home,
a murder-in-the-dark hallway.
I want to hide in it
with my heart hammering,
tummy tangled,
always -
waiting for you to come
terrify me - sink
those nails back in,
those teeth.
You moon,
you wolfcry,
you light in my late-night mind;
I burn a hole through my ceiling
with my hot, tired eyes - embers in
the marks you leave -
weary and awake as I can possibly be,
you make it a privilege
not to fall asleep.
moon too big for the sky.
You make the mischief in my chest
itch wildly
and crawl
writhing
from the corner of my mouth.
Which city I'm in
decides whether I'll even bother
to try and hold it down.
Love is just about
all I am,
but the stuff I got for you
is just crazy.
You rile my skin
in the most insane way -
your nighttime
is a thrilling home,
a murder-in-the-dark hallway.
I want to hide in it
with my heart hammering,
tummy tangled,
always -
waiting for you to come
terrify me - sink
those nails back in,
those teeth.
You moon,
you wolfcry,
you light in my late-night mind;
I burn a hole through my ceiling
with my hot, tired eyes - embers in
the marks you leave -
weary and awake as I can possibly be,
you make it a privilege
not to fall asleep.
Written by rowantree
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lovegrow
You are my pride, my bliss and pleasure.
It is nothing to drive to you through weather
that makes me blind and frozen-feathered,
terrified, tired;
since you showed me bravery, I might as well be flying,
bird's-eyeing every thing that once pinned me down
to the sorrowful, soaked ground.
You are the sunrise to me, and I remain
painfully grateful to wake to you each day.
You're a tapestry of commonplace and magical things,
an irresistible reminder that my back boasts wings -
all that you are, that you can't help being
sails to me
on the cold caws of ugly crows
through icy windows -
your heat, the simple fact of your heartbeat
guides me, reminds me
I am a wild thing.
Joy is as easy as hunger.
I am commanded by your nature
and the cover of nighttime
to join the beasts,
to forget to think,
to shatter silence
with my voice and my instincts.
Your life is an ancient, enticing mess,
a Weaveworld I fell into,
a pattern begging me
to share my breath and my color,
to spare nothing.
You planted seeds in me
that I painstakingly protected.
I raised them carefully,
clung to them, trying desperately to grow.
Now I see
it was silly to do that.
I am the stuff of the earth. My heart teems
with wildflowers, ivy, and weeds.
All it took was us meeting.
It is nothing to drive to you through weather
that makes me blind and frozen-feathered,
terrified, tired;
since you showed me bravery, I might as well be flying,
bird's-eyeing every thing that once pinned me down
to the sorrowful, soaked ground.
You are the sunrise to me, and I remain
painfully grateful to wake to you each day.
You're a tapestry of commonplace and magical things,
an irresistible reminder that my back boasts wings -
all that you are, that you can't help being
sails to me
on the cold caws of ugly crows
through icy windows -
your heat, the simple fact of your heartbeat
guides me, reminds me
I am a wild thing.
Joy is as easy as hunger.
I am commanded by your nature
and the cover of nighttime
to join the beasts,
to forget to think,
to shatter silence
with my voice and my instincts.
Your life is an ancient, enticing mess,
a Weaveworld I fell into,
a pattern begging me
to share my breath and my color,
to spare nothing.
You planted seeds in me
that I painstakingly protected.
I raised them carefully,
clung to them, trying desperately to grow.
Now I see
it was silly to do that.
I am the stuff of the earth. My heart teems
with wildflowers, ivy, and weeds.
All it took was us meeting.
Written by rowantree
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