Poetry competition CLOSED 23rd July 2010 1:36am
WINNER
rayheinrich (Death Plane for Teddy)
rayheinrich (Death Plane for Teddy)
Love Poem Contest
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
All entries should focus on romantic love, and must have a refrain (a phrase, line, or group of lines that is repeated throughout a poem) at the end of each stanza.
Deadline two weeks.
like a feather in the breeze,
frivilous in melancholic ease
your loving does compose
in a subtly measured dose
and your gentle kiss does disclose;
your toungue is satin and your lips are velvet
Like a falling leaf, re kindled in glee
are the emotions that you gift me
Like the earliest ray of light
you send me warmth , you make it bright.
and so we kiss, and i wrote this
your tongue is satin and your lips are velvet
you quench my thrist like the first rain
you feed my heart its love, relieve the pain
you place me upon a pedastall for the world to see
you are maginificent with eyes of fire burning free
and when we embrace,i know my soul's love, i have met
your tongue is satin and your lips are velvet.
frivilous in melancholic ease
your loving does compose
in a subtly measured dose
and your gentle kiss does disclose;
your toungue is satin and your lips are velvet
Like a falling leaf, re kindled in glee
are the emotions that you gift me
Like the earliest ray of light
you send me warmth , you make it bright.
and so we kiss, and i wrote this
your tongue is satin and your lips are velvet
you quench my thrist like the first rain
you feed my heart its love, relieve the pain
you place me upon a pedastall for the world to see
you are maginificent with eyes of fire burning free
and when we embrace,i know my soul's love, i have met
your tongue is satin and your lips are velvet.
What shall I say?
Shalst I compare thee to a summer breeze
Or to an angelic beauty or sultry tease
You are more divine and rarefied than these
Every actionn and moment is a joyous please
Sent from heaven above
For you are my love
What shall I say of your radiant face
Or of your calming, warming embrace
So full of that eternally youthful grace
Upon my heart these memories do trace
A pure rarified dove
For you are my love
Why should I such speak of you, my love
When I can instead hold you like a glove
Forever, my love
For you are my love
Shalst I compare thee to a summer breeze
Or to an angelic beauty or sultry tease
You are more divine and rarefied than these
Every actionn and moment is a joyous please
Sent from heaven above
For you are my love
What shall I say of your radiant face
Or of your calming, warming embrace
So full of that eternally youthful grace
Upon my heart these memories do trace
A pure rarified dove
For you are my love
Why should I such speak of you, my love
When I can instead hold you like a glove
Forever, my love
For you are my love
Anonymous
I (JohnnyPanic is a profile I used whilst my old one wasn't working) did say that the refrain had to be at the end of each stanza, David, by which I meant the very end
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.[quote]Jack Heslop said:
I (JohnnyPanic is a profile I used whilst my old one wasn't working) did say that the refrain had to be at the end of each stanza, David, by which I meant the very end.
Codswallop! Changes in progress! Should've read the rules*.* The poem will be changed to satisy this. See, this is what enigmatic monochrome pictures of Dali lookalikes with accordian/typewriters does to me.
I (JohnnyPanic is a profile I used whilst my old one wasn't working) did say that the refrain had to be at the end of each stanza, David, by which I meant the very end
. Codswallop! Changes in progress! Should've read the rules*.* The poem will be changed to satisy this. See, this is what enigmatic monochrome pictures of Dali lookalikes with accordian/typewriters does to me.
Anonymous
David.S said:
[quote][quoted=competitions--300-0-5]Jack Heslop said:
I (JohnnyPanic is a profile I used whilst my old one wasn't working) did say that the refrain had to be at the end of each stanza, David, by which I meant the very end.
Codswallop! Changes in progress! Should've read the rules*.* The poem will be changed to satisy this. See, this is what enigmatic monochrome pictures of Dali lookalikes with accordian/typewriters does to me.
No problem. And the picture is of Charles Bukowski and his typewriter, though I concede that he does look a bit Dali-esque in that photograph...
[quote][quoted=competitions--300-0-5]Jack Heslop said:
I (JohnnyPanic is a profile I used whilst my old one wasn't working) did say that the refrain had to be at the end of each stanza, David, by which I meant the very end
. Codswallop! Changes in progress! Should've read the rules*.* The poem will be changed to satisy this. See, this is what enigmatic monochrome pictures of Dali lookalikes with accordian/typewriters does to me.
No problem
. And the picture is of Charles Bukowski and his typewriter, though I concede that he does look a bit Dali-esque in that photograph... Jack Heslop said:
[quote][quoted=competitions--300-0-6]David.S said:
[quote][quoted=competitions--300-0-5]Jack Heslop said:
I (JohnnyPanic is a profile I used whilst my old one wasn't working) did say that the refrain had to be at the end of each stanza, David, by which I meant the very end.
Codswallop! Changes in progress! Should've read the rules*.* The poem will be changed to satisy this. See, this is what enigmatic monochrome pictures of Dali lookalikes with accordian/typewriters does to me.
No problem. And the picture is of Charles Bukowski and his typewriter, though I concede that he does look a bit Dali-esque in that photograph...[/quote]
I hope you're happy now, I had to delete the original and resubmit the poem in my profile because the new style is so confusing as I'm not a computer.
Also, are we limited to one poem. Or can our poems be as endless as our love? (as poets, not you and me before you get too excited)
[quote][quoted=competitions--300-0-6]David.S said:
[quote][quoted=competitions--300-0-5]Jack Heslop said:
I (JohnnyPanic is a profile I used whilst my old one wasn't working) did say that the refrain had to be at the end of each stanza, David, by which I meant the very end
. Codswallop! Changes in progress! Should've read the rules*.* The poem will be changed to satisy this. See, this is what enigmatic monochrome pictures of Dali lookalikes with accordian/typewriters does to me.
No problem
. And the picture is of Charles Bukowski and his typewriter, though I concede that he does look a bit Dali-esque in that photograph...[/quote] I hope you're happy now, I had to delete the original and resubmit the poem in my profile because the new style is so confusing as I'm not a computer.
Also, are we limited to one poem. Or can our poems be as endless as our love? (as poets, not you and me before you get too excited)
Anonymous
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Anonymous
David.S said:
[quote][quoted=competitions--300-0-7]Jack Heslop said:
[quote][quoted=competitions--300-0-6]David.S said:
[quote][quoted=competitions--300-0-5]Jack Heslop said:
I (JohnnyPanic is a profile I used whilst my old one wasn't working) did say that the refrain had to be at the end of each stanza, David, by which I meant the very end.
Codswallop! Changes in progress! Should've read the rules*.* The poem will be changed to satisy this. See, this is what enigmatic monochrome pictures of Dali lookalikes with accordian/typewriters does to me.
No problem. And the picture is of Charles Bukowski and his typewriter, though I concede that he does look a bit Dali-esque in that photograph...[/quote]
I hope you're happy now, I had to delete the original and resubmit the poem in my profile because the new style is so confusing as I'm not a computer.
Also, are we limited to one poem. Or can our poems be as endless as our love? (as poets, not you and me before you get too excited) [/quote]
Oh I am sorry, David; yes, I've been having trouble adjusting to all the recent changes on this site as well! Hope the experience of re-submission wasn't too too painful.
Oh deary me, Mr. Viddax, you set me up and then you knock me down, don't you?
In answer to your question, in two weeks I shall judge the entries submitted before that date and name a winner, and from then on you can continue to submit as many new poems as you wish.
[quote][quoted=competitions--300-0-7]Jack Heslop said:
[quote][quoted=competitions--300-0-6]David.S said:
[quote][quoted=competitions--300-0-5]Jack Heslop said:
I (JohnnyPanic is a profile I used whilst my old one wasn't working) did say that the refrain had to be at the end of each stanza, David, by which I meant the very end
. Codswallop! Changes in progress! Should've read the rules*.* The poem will be changed to satisy this. See, this is what enigmatic monochrome pictures of Dali lookalikes with accordian/typewriters does to me.
No problem
. And the picture is of Charles Bukowski and his typewriter, though I concede that he does look a bit Dali-esque in that photograph...[/quote] I hope you're happy now, I had to delete the original and resubmit the poem in my profile because the new style is so confusing as I'm not a computer.
Also, are we limited to one poem. Or can our poems be as endless as our love? (as poets, not you and me before you get too excited) [/quote]
Oh I am sorry, David; yes, I've been having trouble adjusting to all the recent changes on this site as well! Hope the experience of re-submission wasn't too too painful.
Oh deary me, Mr. Viddax, you set me up and then you knock me down, don't you?
In answer to your question, in two weeks I shall judge the entries submitted before that date and name a winner, and from then on you can continue to submit as many new poems as you wish.Re-submission is something i'm going to try to avoid from now on unless I have to. Must make sense to someone though. I think it'll cause more double-poems as in people submitting a newer version of their poem rather than re-submit, which'll be nice for tracking a poem's/poet's progress!
The line was too perfect to resist so I didn't, maybe I'll make it up to you one day. (Have some cyber-pie) Thanks for answering moi little question.
The line was too perfect to resist so I didn't, maybe I'll make it up to you one day. (Have some cyber-pie) Thanks for answering moi little question.
Anonymous
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With time our love has grown,
now I have realized were meant to be together didn't you know?
Your kisses are soft and warm,
warm as a summers day.
Freezing hands that you warm,
with just that one touch I feel at home.
I know with you there's nothing to fear.
Your love and kisses warms my heart,
warm as a summers day
When I deeply stare into your ayes in amazement I feel as I may drown,
before I met you my life seemed upside-down.
Your beautiful eyes that are warm light brown,
warm as a summers day.
Open arms that are strong,
you always protect me; ever since you came along.
warm love, lips and eyes
warm as a summers day
now I have realized were meant to be together didn't you know?
Your kisses are soft and warm,
warm as a summers day.
Freezing hands that you warm,
with just that one touch I feel at home.
I know with you there's nothing to fear.
Your love and kisses warms my heart,
warm as a summers day
When I deeply stare into your ayes in amazement I feel as I may drown,
before I met you my life seemed upside-down.
Your beautiful eyes that are warm light brown,
warm as a summers day.
Open arms that are strong,
you always protect me; ever since you came along.
warm love, lips and eyes
warm as a summers day
Anonymous
[quote]Rutart said:
Now That
Now that it has come down to this
I can perhaps say this in back-glance
beyond the drip that has died down
to an unsettling silence
your song still rains in silly ears
that refuse to look at
red-stained coughed out memories
of me as your clammy comic-relief.
Now that it has come down to this
I can keep away from you
and fork ahead a road beneath my shoes
that still stupidly worry
of tripping over your darling shadow
that haunts me day and night
bit by little bit.
Still,
though it has now come down to this
in silent nude moments
where words are but a sacrilege
we dumped together
in fusty forgotten boxes up there
still clogging somehow the insides,
I still simply pretend
the mirror sweats from your heat
and the tiny needles
nailing my imperfect skin
and drifting quietly to the drains
are you.
I'm afraid the poem has to have a refrain at the end of each stanza, Rutart.
Now That
Now that it has come down to this
I can perhaps say this in back-glance
beyond the drip that has died down
to an unsettling silence
your song still rains in silly ears
that refuse to look at
red-stained coughed out memories
of me as your clammy comic-relief.
Now that it has come down to this
I can keep away from you
and fork ahead a road beneath my shoes
that still stupidly worry
of tripping over your darling shadow
that haunts me day and night
bit by little bit.
Still,
though it has now come down to this
in silent nude moments
where words are but a sacrilege
we dumped together
in fusty forgotten boxes up there
still clogging somehow the insides,
I still simply pretend
the mirror sweats from your heat
and the tiny needles
nailing my imperfect skin
and drifting quietly to the drains
are you.
I'm afraid the poem has to have a refrain at the end of each stanza, Rutart
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