Poetry competition CLOSED 5th March 2012 3:45am
WINNER
MidnightXDawn (Wynter-frost)
MidnightXDawn (Wynter-frost)
Tragedy Strikes!
Anonymous
How to Let Go of the Dream
If oceans of time pass
can you conceive of a day
in which I don’t exist?
Can you pretend we never met
and forget the shades of color
my eyes possess?
If I ask you
to forget
could you?
What about the ways
my lips tasted
upon yours?
Or the brush
of my fingertips
as they caressed your skin?
Or the smell of lavender in my hair
that lingered
as I left the room?
If I ask you now
to please forget me
would you call me a liar?
Would you know it's not my desire?
Would you forget me
or could you forget me not?
Or does what you need
to survive
live within me?
Could you let go of the dream
and be able to sleep
if I didn’t exist?
If oceans of time pass
can you conceive of a day
in which I don’t exist?
Can you pretend we never met
and forget the shades of color
my eyes possess?
If I ask you
to forget
could you?
What about the ways
my lips tasted
upon yours?
Or the brush
of my fingertips
as they caressed your skin?
Or the smell of lavender in my hair
that lingered
as I left the room?
If I ask you now
to please forget me
would you call me a liar?
Would you know it's not my desire?
Would you forget me
or could you forget me not?
Or does what you need
to survive
live within me?
Could you let go of the dream
and be able to sleep
if I didn’t exist?
He used to tickle her chin as she slept to wake her
Now tears trickle down her cheeks as she lays there all night
She used to cling to him as they walked around the crowded fair
Now He clings to the last memories of her smile
He used to hug her as if he was going to lose her if he let go
Now she is holding herself together
She used to laugh when he thought too hard about the math homework
Now she cringes at the thought of school and seeing him
He used to pull the covers over her when she fell asleep before him
Now she pulls them over her head so no one can see her cry
She used to care about everything and everyone
Now she hates almost everything and everyone
He used to love her more than the world
Now she haunts his every thought
They used to kiss whenever they could
Now they keep their hearts closed
As the nights went on
They worried about love and if they would ever find it again
Their love was all they ever knew
He loved her more than anything because his parents abused him
She loved him more than the world, her parents were never there
He lived on the west side of the town, gang lands
She lived in the east side of town, Stuck up kids with worse parents
He thought they would run away together
She wanted to leave
His parents found out
Her father said absolutely not
They cried every night
One night she found her fathers hand gun
One night he found a bottle of sleeping pills
She called him up and told him she was sorry for leaving him
Her parents were gone
He told her the same
His parents were in jail again
She told him she loved him more than the world
He knew he loved her more than the world and he told her
She told him her plans
He told her his
They agreed to meet up at the park
She kissed him one last time
He grabbed her and hugged her for the last time
They laid next to each other on the damp grass
She looked into his eyes
He gazed into her soul
They each took a bullet for a quick death
She pulled the trigger first and her eyes were closed for eternity
He looked over her and saw her smiling so he pulled the trigger
They were found the next morning
She was still smiling
He was laying across her holding her for eternity
Their parents assumed they were never meant to be together
Her mother wept over the lost love she encouraged
Her father cursed the boy for ever looking at her
His mother took another drag of a cigarette and cursed his name
His father mourned his only son
They were buried next to each other as the note they left said.
Their grave stones read a message all people too into account that day as it rained
They loved and lost. They cared and were cursed. They saw all the beauty in the world. The world spat on them. If there ever were people who deserve to live it would have been them. They people who took them away will always be haunted by their memory,
Sleep well sweet children
The pastor knew then both very well and cried with his wife over their graves as he read the note.
His parents were thrown in jail for 32 counts of child abuse
never to be let out
Her mother committed suicide three years later, her father was thrown in jail for life for fraud and a porn ring
Never had two people loved and lost as they
He held her like she was going to be lost one day
She kissed him like tomorrow didn't exist...
Now tears trickle down her cheeks as she lays there all night
She used to cling to him as they walked around the crowded fair
Now He clings to the last memories of her smile
He used to hug her as if he was going to lose her if he let go
Now she is holding herself together
She used to laugh when he thought too hard about the math homework
Now she cringes at the thought of school and seeing him
He used to pull the covers over her when she fell asleep before him
Now she pulls them over her head so no one can see her cry
She used to care about everything and everyone
Now she hates almost everything and everyone
He used to love her more than the world
Now she haunts his every thought
They used to kiss whenever they could
Now they keep their hearts closed
As the nights went on
They worried about love and if they would ever find it again
Their love was all they ever knew
He loved her more than anything because his parents abused him
She loved him more than the world, her parents were never there
He lived on the west side of the town, gang lands
She lived in the east side of town, Stuck up kids with worse parents
He thought they would run away together
She wanted to leave
His parents found out
Her father said absolutely not
They cried every night
One night she found her fathers hand gun
One night he found a bottle of sleeping pills
She called him up and told him she was sorry for leaving him
Her parents were gone
He told her the same
His parents were in jail again
She told him she loved him more than the world
He knew he loved her more than the world and he told her
She told him her plans
He told her his
They agreed to meet up at the park
She kissed him one last time
He grabbed her and hugged her for the last time
They laid next to each other on the damp grass
She looked into his eyes
He gazed into her soul
They each took a bullet for a quick death
She pulled the trigger first and her eyes were closed for eternity
He looked over her and saw her smiling so he pulled the trigger
They were found the next morning
She was still smiling
He was laying across her holding her for eternity
Their parents assumed they were never meant to be together
Her mother wept over the lost love she encouraged
Her father cursed the boy for ever looking at her
His mother took another drag of a cigarette and cursed his name
His father mourned his only son
They were buried next to each other as the note they left said.
Their grave stones read a message all people too into account that day as it rained
They loved and lost. They cared and were cursed. They saw all the beauty in the world. The world spat on them. If there ever were people who deserve to live it would have been them. They people who took them away will always be haunted by their memory,
Sleep well sweet children
The pastor knew then both very well and cried with his wife over their graves as he read the note.
His parents were thrown in jail for 32 counts of child abuse
never to be let out
Her mother committed suicide three years later, her father was thrown in jail for life for fraud and a porn ring
Never had two people loved and lost as they
He held her like she was going to be lost one day
She kissed him like tomorrow didn't exist...
Their eyes to the loose soil
Nobody says a word
Cries of anguish deep inside
But not a wimper is heard
Aching for the other half...
Left here alone to walk the path...
The dirt now packed and the people gone.
All are gone except for one
A single rose clutched in one hand
He kneels down to touch the ground
Placing his hand upon the stone...
Ever so softly he weeps alone.
Amiss without.
She was the one, to whom he'd of given his first born son
No longer here to lighten the load...
Taken from him, to her new abode
A prayer on the wind of summer's breath
Carried to the heavens, wishing for death...
A broken man his hand does shake
A rose left which no hand can take
Words forgotten never meant so much...
As his cheek caressed by a lover's touch
I love you never seems enough
When it is your heart that has been snuffed...
Every day she thinks of him,
While putting the kids to bed.
Every night he daydreams of her,
While his nightshift routine was read.
Every time she cooks and cleans,
She smiles at the thought of his touch.
Every time he washes the car,
He grins thinking how she’d laugh so much.
Every time she tends the garden,
She remembers their very first date.
Every time he drinks from his coffee,
He remembers that time he was late.
Late for their meeting at their favourite place,
At dawn, may 23rd.
They were planning to run off, away from it all,
Away from doubt they always heard.
But as he quickly stuffed his case,
With just items that he thought he’d need.
His younger brother had gotten in trouble,
Trouble started from a teenager’s greed.
He ran outside to help him out,
Thinking it’d be a bit of a fight.
But in all the confusion and shouting,
He was stabbed without cause in his side.
He scrambled around holding his wound,
His brother screaming and crying with guilt.
He wanted to get to her, that’s all he could think,
Have his pain taken away by love they’d built.
But his brother over-powered his weakened state,
And took him to get help nearby.
She was left unknowing at their favourite place,
Just wanting to hear why.
She waited until noon at their favourite place,
By now he was in a hospital bed.
He dreamed dazedly of her, unaware,
While questions erratically filled her head.
She looks at her bags that were ready and packed,
She decides to still quietly disappear,
Never again will they see each other,
Being abandoned was what she had feared.
He went back to their favourite place,
Every day for the next few weeks.
Never knowing where she’d gone
It haunted him that true love was left to leak.
While putting the kids to bed.
Every night he daydreams of her,
While his nightshift routine was read.
Every time she cooks and cleans,
She smiles at the thought of his touch.
Every time he washes the car,
He grins thinking how she’d laugh so much.
Every time she tends the garden,
She remembers their very first date.
Every time he drinks from his coffee,
He remembers that time he was late.
Late for their meeting at their favourite place,
At dawn, may 23rd.
They were planning to run off, away from it all,
Away from doubt they always heard.
But as he quickly stuffed his case,
With just items that he thought he’d need.
His younger brother had gotten in trouble,
Trouble started from a teenager’s greed.
He ran outside to help him out,
Thinking it’d be a bit of a fight.
But in all the confusion and shouting,
He was stabbed without cause in his side.
He scrambled around holding his wound,
His brother screaming and crying with guilt.
He wanted to get to her, that’s all he could think,
Have his pain taken away by love they’d built.
But his brother over-powered his weakened state,
And took him to get help nearby.
She was left unknowing at their favourite place,
Just wanting to hear why.
She waited until noon at their favourite place,
By now he was in a hospital bed.
He dreamed dazedly of her, unaware,
While questions erratically filled her head.
She looks at her bags that were ready and packed,
She decides to still quietly disappear,
Never again will they see each other,
Being abandoned was what she had feared.
He went back to their favourite place,
Every day for the next few weeks.
Never knowing where she’d gone
It haunted him that true love was left to leak.
Wont you stay the night..
Be with me.. Indulge my fantasy..
Play in a virtual heaven.. Make sick love to me..
Breathe.. A twist of faint.. An emotional blank..
Won't you stay the night ...
Hold nothing back.. Contaminate the lack.. Of feeling..
Sinister healing.. For a blind revealing of our fate..
Slither a slit of bliss.. Seal it.. With a serpents kiss..
My heart..
Taste me.. As we're embracing as one..
Connection.. A soul infection.. No strings..
Controlling.. While holding me down..
Reach around and tell me.. "I love you!"
Even if for tonight only.. I won't be lonely.. With you...
Be with me.. Indulge my fantasy..
Play in a virtual heaven.. Make sick love to me..
Breathe.. A twist of faint.. An emotional blank..
Won't you stay the night ...
Hold nothing back.. Contaminate the lack.. Of feeling..
Sinister healing.. For a blind revealing of our fate..
Slither a slit of bliss.. Seal it.. With a serpents kiss..
My heart..
Taste me.. As we're embracing as one..
Connection.. A soul infection.. No strings..
Controlling.. While holding me down..
Reach around and tell me.. "I love you!"
Even if for tonight only.. I won't be lonely.. With you...
A Wound
Something so small
like a thorn-berry prick.
Insignificant at the moment of creation,
as I was blind and ignorant to something I believed was so superficial.
This wound was your doing and you probably don't even remember me.
We were young and ran into each other while running away from our monsters.
We found a desperate solace and comfort and called it love.
Our first taste of love was a cheap imitation
but it was sweet and we indulged carelessly.
As time revealed its secrets and pain we grew scorned.
It was then that you wounded me.
Many years would pass and turn to dust between us,
many years would pass before I would realize
that this wound has finally brought me to my knees.
Such an insignificant thing
and it is killing me.
Something so small
like a thorn-berry prick.
Insignificant at the moment of creation,
as I was blind and ignorant to something I believed was so superficial.
This wound was your doing and you probably don't even remember me.
We were young and ran into each other while running away from our monsters.
We found a desperate solace and comfort and called it love.
Our first taste of love was a cheap imitation
but it was sweet and we indulged carelessly.
As time revealed its secrets and pain we grew scorned.
It was then that you wounded me.
Many years would pass and turn to dust between us,
many years would pass before I would realize
that this wound has finally brought me to my knees.
Such an insignificant thing
and it is killing me.
Devilish said:[quote-66648-skinnyjean]He was a Good Man
He was a good man,
She was a whore
She had a boyfriend,
He wanted more
Her boyfriend was a minister,
A minister was he
Alas she couldn't be his whore,
But the good man still has me.
This is amazong.. soryy to post on your poem you just had to know this is hot!
[/quote]
Oh no why would I mind? And thank you very much, tis' always good to know my work is appreciated! :D
He was a good man,
She was a whore
She had a boyfriend,
He wanted more
Her boyfriend was a minister,
A minister was he
Alas she couldn't be his whore,
But the good man still has me.
This is amazong.. soryy to post on your poem you just had to know this is hot!
[/quote] Oh no why would I mind? And thank you very much, tis' always good to know my work is appreciated! :D
