Poetry competition CLOSED 10th December 2012 8:51pm
WINNER
gorryone810
gorryone810
RUNNERS-UP:
shaunda
and nellul
Flower Petals
He will love me,
He will love me not,
It was so long ago,
That i almost forgot.
The days we spent,
By the great lake,
Making pinky promises,
We thought could never break.
Cooking together,
At our hated summer camp,
Sabotaging each others food,
But blaming it on the cat.
He loves me,
He loves me not,
You were cute back then,
Even when you had chicken pox.
Sneaking out at night,
To lie under the stars,
A long awaited confession,
Ruined by headlights from dad's car.
It was amazing,
It was a dream,
Until our relationship,
Kept sailing downstream.
He loved me,
He loved me not,
A horrible breakup,
But to who's fault?
I chose my career,
You chose to cheat,
With that twig with long legs,
A piece of firewood could never beat.
But we're both done,
And we've both been through a lot.
It was so long ago,
That I almost forgot.
He will love me not,
It was so long ago,
That i almost forgot.
The days we spent,
By the great lake,
Making pinky promises,
We thought could never break.
Cooking together,
At our hated summer camp,
Sabotaging each others food,
But blaming it on the cat.
He loves me,
He loves me not,
You were cute back then,
Even when you had chicken pox.
Sneaking out at night,
To lie under the stars,
A long awaited confession,
Ruined by headlights from dad's car.
It was amazing,
It was a dream,
Until our relationship,
Kept sailing downstream.
He loved me,
He loved me not,
A horrible breakup,
But to who's fault?
I chose my career,
You chose to cheat,
With that twig with long legs,
A piece of firewood could never beat.
But we're both done,
And we've both been through a lot.
It was so long ago,
That I almost forgot.
Anonymous
“Good Luck Sunflower”
http://www.mathsisfun.com/numbers/images/sunflower.jpg
The change came quick,
like lightning, you were there,
so pretty and fresh, eager,
beyond anyone I could compare.
I had always prided myself as one of the boys,
had ignored the fairer, weaker sex,
was an expert on frogs, toys were passe,
I was rough and tough, and
the girls were for sissy-boys.
But, when I first saw your icy blue eyes,
your freckled cute face,
those upturned pouting lips,
I was smitten, flipped out.
I could not hide my desire,
my heart was cliché, burning on fire.
I became an immediate yearning sissy,
I knew now it was a special club, everything
I had believed before was history,
things were different now.
My mind wandered to what was
beneath your blue jeans and flannels,
but, it did remain a mystery, no matter,
being next to you made me breathless.
I was enraptured,
captured by
your class and dignity,
never forced your feminine honor,
kept our intimacy between us only.
You reminded me of a field of tall flowers
moving gently in a summer breeze,
lean and willowy, your hair glowed,
an aura of genuine wholesomeness surrounded you.
Our voices whispered sweet nothings to each other,
the ancient meaning drifted beyond the trees,
I was so at ease, you were my precious “Sunflower”
and the name stuck, I think it brought you Good Luck.
We created magic that year in school, but
the walks on the beach at night were better,
so unforgettable, we left footprints for posterity
that did not last, the time went by way too fast.
When you moved, I was shattered, nothing seemed to matter.
In memory of our love, I visited all the places we had been together.
I swear I heard you cry when I dropped a dried sunflower
into the surf at Turtle Beach, it was the last place we kissed.
Years later, I sincerely miss the innocence of what we had,
and, when I see sunflowers,
I still think of you, and
your icy blues.
http://www.mathsisfun.com/numbers/images/sunflower.jpg
The change came quick,
like lightning, you were there,
so pretty and fresh, eager,
beyond anyone I could compare.
I had always prided myself as one of the boys,
had ignored the fairer, weaker sex,
was an expert on frogs, toys were passe,
I was rough and tough, and
the girls were for sissy-boys.
But, when I first saw your icy blue eyes,
your freckled cute face,
those upturned pouting lips,
I was smitten, flipped out.
I could not hide my desire,
my heart was cliché, burning on fire.
I became an immediate yearning sissy,
I knew now it was a special club, everything
I had believed before was history,
things were different now.
My mind wandered to what was
beneath your blue jeans and flannels,
but, it did remain a mystery, no matter,
being next to you made me breathless.
I was enraptured,
captured by
your class and dignity,
never forced your feminine honor,
kept our intimacy between us only.
You reminded me of a field of tall flowers
moving gently in a summer breeze,
lean and willowy, your hair glowed,
an aura of genuine wholesomeness surrounded you.
Our voices whispered sweet nothings to each other,
the ancient meaning drifted beyond the trees,
I was so at ease, you were my precious “Sunflower”
and the name stuck, I think it brought you Good Luck.
We created magic that year in school, but
the walks on the beach at night were better,
so unforgettable, we left footprints for posterity
that did not last, the time went by way too fast.
When you moved, I was shattered, nothing seemed to matter.
In memory of our love, I visited all the places we had been together.
I swear I heard you cry when I dropped a dried sunflower
into the surf at Turtle Beach, it was the last place we kissed.
Years later, I sincerely miss the innocence of what we had,
and, when I see sunflowers,
I still think of you, and
your icy blues.
http://i804.photobucket.com/albums/yy328/Spanishdarkness/Frame1.jpg
Counting Flowers
Buttercups and daisies covered the grass
I was dressed in their beauty
strolling through as they caressed my bare legs
my sunkissed skin sighed against my flesh
I chained the daisies and hung them
in my long dark hair
as the breeze blew strawberry fragrance
through the smooth shine of shampoo and silk
He was there with me
my first kiss as I held silver eyes
I was awkwardness and shy
he picked buttercups and they lit up his face
Such innocent love as he laid me down
cupping my face in his hands I was breathless
counting the flowers in my hair in words of
~I love you's~
My heart was completely stolen away
we were the most special moment
Not even ice cream and chocolate were this good
I went from innocence to a young lady that day
The rise and fall of his chest under my palm
stopped my tears from falling down
onto this beautiful place
for the moment that will end
I hold onto those buttercup and daisy memories
always with a fond smile and thoughts of you
Counting Flowers
Buttercups and daisies covered the grass
I was dressed in their beauty
strolling through as they caressed my bare legs
my sunkissed skin sighed against my flesh
I chained the daisies and hung them
in my long dark hair
as the breeze blew strawberry fragrance
through the smooth shine of shampoo and silk
He was there with me
my first kiss as I held silver eyes
I was awkwardness and shy
he picked buttercups and they lit up his face
Such innocent love as he laid me down
cupping my face in his hands I was breathless
counting the flowers in my hair in words of
~I love you's~
My heart was completely stolen away
we were the most special moment
Not even ice cream and chocolate were this good
I went from innocence to a young lady that day
The rise and fall of his chest under my palm
stopped my tears from falling down
onto this beautiful place
for the moment that will end
I hold onto those buttercup and daisy memories
always with a fond smile and thoughts of you
What The ?
Are eyes met across a crowded pub?
Through a sea of checked shirts
And leopardskin prints
Disguising beer breath
With tic tacks and breath mints
Beer goggles at maximum strength
I imagine myself kissing your naked flesh
With one finger you summoned me
I stood petrified, with a jerking knee
I made my way over to the corner of the pub
You were gorgeous; I could not believe my luck
You were sexy, alone, and very single
With these other men you did not mingle
You said you were "horny"
I thought you were a knockout and
Extremely naughty
I said
"This sort of thing never happens"
As we descended into realms of passion
You wanted my body now
You wanted to go at me like a snow plough
We called a taxi
Returned to your apartment
In the back seat
You played with my pleasure department
We held each other in each other’s arms
We felt safe from harm
I felt the gentle caress of your breasts
Gently touching my naked chest
her hand's reaches down my pants
Until she strikes gold
Running her fingers down my length
I couldn’t resist
i was weak, I had no strength.
Consumed by fire’s
Of woton desire.
Unfastened buttons and zips
Belts and buckles
I kissed your sexy lips
I’m stood to attention
Hard as a rock
I go down....
…Until I’m smacked
In the face by
A giant cock!!!
What the????
Shit….
You’re a man?
.....Dam!!!
Just my luck!
Are eyes met across a crowded pub?
Through a sea of checked shirts
And leopardskin prints
Disguising beer breath
With tic tacks and breath mints
Beer goggles at maximum strength
I imagine myself kissing your naked flesh
With one finger you summoned me
I stood petrified, with a jerking knee
I made my way over to the corner of the pub
You were gorgeous; I could not believe my luck
You were sexy, alone, and very single
With these other men you did not mingle
You said you were "horny"
I thought you were a knockout and
Extremely naughty
I said
"This sort of thing never happens"
As we descended into realms of passion
You wanted my body now
You wanted to go at me like a snow plough
We called a taxi
Returned to your apartment
In the back seat
You played with my pleasure department
We held each other in each other’s arms
We felt safe from harm
I felt the gentle caress of your breasts
Gently touching my naked chest
her hand's reaches down my pants
Until she strikes gold
Running her fingers down my length
I couldn’t resist
i was weak, I had no strength.
Consumed by fire’s
Of woton desire.
Unfastened buttons and zips
Belts and buckles
I kissed your sexy lips
I’m stood to attention
Hard as a rock
I go down....
…Until I’m smacked
In the face by
A giant cock!!!
What the????
Shit….
You’re a man?
.....Dam!!!
Just my luck!
Brown freckles on your nose
Chestnut eyes
A bowl cut hairstyle
Adorable
I grabbed a bunch of flowers
Pink, purple, white, yellow
Picked and picked the petals
Repeating the phrases
Does he love me?
Does he love me not?
Always cheating
Making it land on he does
When the final flower was no more
I had run up and said
'We are getting married'
He stopped swinging on the playset
Looked at me and smiled
Took my hand and said
'Lets get married on the swings'
So we swang side by side
Innocent, married, in love
Chestnut eyes
A bowl cut hairstyle
Adorable
I grabbed a bunch of flowers
Pink, purple, white, yellow
Picked and picked the petals
Repeating the phrases
Does he love me?
Does he love me not?
Always cheating
Making it land on he does
When the final flower was no more
I had run up and said
'We are getting married'
He stopped swinging on the playset
Looked at me and smiled
Took my hand and said
'Lets get married on the swings'
So we swang side by side
Innocent, married, in love
Heart beating
Mind melting
Butterflies forming
Could this be love
I may be young
I may be naive
But this
Really seems real to me
He colors inside the lines
He shares his juice box
He sits by me during rhyming time
Oh my Oh my my tummy gurgles
He stops the bullies
From pushing me down
He tells me sweet things
And he holds my hand
He laughs at my jokes
Even though they aren't funny
He tells me I'm pretty
Even though I know I'm ugly
I may be young
I may be naive
But this
Really seems real to me
Mind melting
Butterflies forming
Could this be love
I may be young
I may be naive
But this
Really seems real to me
He colors inside the lines
He shares his juice box
He sits by me during rhyming time
Oh my Oh my my tummy gurgles
He stops the bullies
From pushing me down
He tells me sweet things
And he holds my hand
He laughs at my jokes
Even though they aren't funny
He tells me I'm pretty
Even though I know I'm ugly
I may be young
I may be naive
But this
Really seems real to me
