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It's about loooooooooove

robert43041
Viking
Tyrant of Words
Canada 43awards
Joined 30th July 2020
Forum Posts: 918

Poetry Contest

Fact or fiction, about true love or its déboires and pitfalls. The love of your life....still going strong.or the mess which ensued when the sugar coating was over.
Only classical forms of poetry accepted, sonnets or iambic pentameter preferred. No free verse.

Around  50 lines or so  preferred, unless you want to go for something truly epic.

Rew
Fire of Insight
England 15awards
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LunasChild8
Dangerous Mind
Canada 21awards
Joined 27th Dec 2017
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Surrender

Mysterious eyes as vibrant as the deep oceans,
Brilliant hair that outshines the sun;
Strong hands that are lethal with a blade,
Yet soft and gentle on my skin.
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Tall and straight and full of pride,
His voice like music caressing my keen ears;
Incredibly fearless and full of wisdom,
It’s no wonder why I fell for him.
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I surrender to this Godsend from above,
The very embodiment of true love;
My soul sparks to life in his presence,
In this cursed land he’s my piece of heaven.
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I rise from the depths of the abyss,
To seek out the light that he emits;
I’m blind and scattered without his grip on me,
Warm seems the candle to one who has never felt the sun.
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My heart, mind and soul belong to him,
I can’t imagine my life with anyone else;
He’s the one who makes my soul feel complete,
He’s my eternal light, always shining.
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I surrender to this Godsend from above,
The very embodiment of true love;
My soul sparks to life in his presence,
Our bond grows stronger as I take in his essence.
Written by LunasChild8
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PAR
PAULO ACACIO RAMOS
Fire of Insight
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So not

 
I am going to tell you what love is not.
All stars in the sky your eyes can see.
All salt left after drying the dead sea.
Stone hiding in the flesh of an apricot.

Love's not the echo of a far gun shot.
Is not a meal where all is gluten free.
Autumnal flapping wings all over me.
Not giving away all things you've got.

Is not having dreams took by assault.
Wich bird sings in the glory mornings.
What started fight of thunder and bolt.

love's not count pace of heart beating.
The break in your heart is not my fault.
Love is not feeling the air while falling.

PAR
Written by PAR (PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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robert43041
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Nicely done and thanks for submitting. Regards, Robert.

robert43041
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Very, very, very nice.   Good luck in the comp.

robert43041
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On the edge

It was love at first sight
It was love at first night
They sought to meet once a week
For a most intense love feast

They promised to love each other
For ever and a day
He never had enough of her
No dark cloud their happiness to sway

Only one problem one might see
Was that Laura was married to Gary
While Neal, this sort of perfect Adonis
Was in full legal union with Beatrice

But that light trace of lipstick
A shade unknown to Beatrice
Was the clue helping to reveal
The ignominy of that bastard Neal

Divorce cost him a pretty sum
But at least he got away with his life
For Laura's husband always carries a gun
And always looking for a fight

Thus he had Neal in his gun sight
But after he had it out with Laura one night
Which, though terribly sad and painful for her
Helped him get rid of his anger

Ah, but some people just never learn
And Neal bounced back
With a new love got back on track
A married gal named Laverne

The man, it seems, loves a mess
For her husband, an olympic sharpshooter
Loves to keep a close eye on her
So the outcome you may very well guess.
Written by robert43041 (Viking)
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Razzerleaf
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Falling

Falling
Razzerleaf
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Her
Tyrant of Words
United States 15awards
Joined 1st Sep 2021
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Lunaah
Lost Thinker
Iraq
Joined 30th Nov 2022
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I'm soft hearted but firm...

My hubby despite our marriage of 20 years
still loves me perfectly,  expertly
both verbally and physically  
Then had come on my scene again
an admirer who created as if a void  
and filled it with his love letters and love poetry.
But whenever an admirer  
creates love's vacuum in my lovelife
that was non existent before
I've always managed to brush it aside
with chastity's vacuum cleaner lol.
Or I sweep it under the rug ,
can't get stuck in the dirt of the flirt😉
Only marital love can sweep me off my feet.

His poetic charm created in me love poetry's chasm
and I tried awhile to be a balm to his obsession's spasm .
Yet my wedlock is a high walled fortress
even if I'm no crowned regal princess
So while my hubby still bills and coos in love
this admirer inked me his billet doux
What a batter,  what a roux!
I'm softhearted but not towards soft porn
Thank God its over, phew!
.
Written by Lunaah
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MidnightSonneteer
Dangerous Mind
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Bequest

I'd have one coffin, built to fit us both;
Much like our matrimonial bed
As a safe to keep our wedding oath
From doing us apart when we are dead.
 
I would leave us face to face, lip to lip,
So no variance might render amiss
A final bliss to our partnership
To match that in our initial kiss.
 
And thusly...we would be ever sealed...
Then sent as a message to future stars
So they might see mortal love revealed
As something outlasting brief avatars...
 
Who would have their honeymoon love equate
With the brightest stars that constellate!  
Written by MidnightSonneteer
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Jordan
D.O.C.
Thought Provoker
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Joined 4th May 2022
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Beyond the Reach

To Shari Mae
 
At Pheasant Farm on autumn eves we keep a rendezvous
with one old pair of rocking chairs upon our porch at dusk
as list we to a greenness and a springtide born anew
upon a zephyr's whisper to a rose's scent of musk
together waltzing arm in arm alighting on the lawn
till whirling to a lyric air the nightingales soft play
they o'er the ha-ha wing and in a twinkling wink are gone
ere rising on the darkling sky in blooms aloof of May.
Written by Jordan (D.O.C.)
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mel44
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Embrace

Youthful immaturity upon onset    
knowing well our own embrace      
impassioned, too fierce to forget      
internal flames at rapid pace      
     
Beware, that which burns too bright      
can turn lovely things to ash      
darkness fell amid the light      
leading us to crash      
 
Love meant only for a few
innocence of romance wanes      
out of fear we withdrew      
yet a connection still remains      
     
A place in my soul was empty      
for years I grew a scar      
not knowing it was thee      
the strings of my guitar      
     
Reunited through clear grace      
we resume what once was lost      
familiar warm embrace      
our hearts have been embossed    
Written by mel44
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wallyroo92
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Bolero

When I saw her I approached her
And asked her to dance,
She smiled and nodded without saying much,
She had a certain touch,
The way we waltzed and pranced
Across the galaxies,
She was indeed beautiful,
But after a million years,
The lights gave out.

Sometime later…

During the epochs of kings and empires,
I saw her again,
She was by a well,
With her eyes veiled,
But I recognized her.
I had crossed the desert and mountains,
On an arduous journey.
Later that night we danced,
This time we looked into each other eyes
A little closer,
With curious smiles and nervous laughter,
But after the festivities I had to continue
With the journey.
I died at sea during a storm.

It was some centuries later when I saw her,
This time in the midst of a revolution
Of all places,
She tended to the wounded,
While I carried a drum,
We recognized each other,
But we couldn’t dance then.
Fate wouldn’t have it,
The war and circumstances got in the way.

It was 1966 when I saw her again,
I recognized her by her smile,
It had been a while but we were young,
But this time we danced into the night.

The band played, not knowing our history,
But it was a mystery,
The songs they played seemed to tell our story,
As we swayed on the dance floor,
We’d been searching for each other
Through the millenniums and centuries,
But that night was the right time,
In the warm tropical air, it was all there,
As we danced to boleros all night long.

I finally said..
Remember when we were stars?
And we waltzed across the constellations,
Or that time we danced watching the desert dunes
Under the light of the moon,
Or when I lost you during the revolution,
How many times did we cross paths?
All those dreams you and I have had,
Are our memories of the past lives we’ve shared…
So for this lifetime, and for the next,
Let's dance until the morning light.
Written by wallyroo92
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