Poetry competition CLOSED 17th January 2013 5:47am
WINNER
Magdalena
Magdalena
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There is no reason. It's just because
Poetry Contest Description
I feel bad when I have this feeling towards anyone sooooo I wanna see how everyone else feels
Ever met (or not met) someone you don't like?
for no reason at all, you just don't like them
everything they say, do annoys you madly!!
I want to read about it..
I like metaphors lately (strongly encouraged)
no extremely long poems please.
two weeks.
for no reason at all, you just don't like them
everything they say, do annoys you madly!!
I want to read about it..
I like metaphors lately (strongly encouraged)
no extremely long poems please.
two weeks.
~ I've Got No Reason ~
I've got no reason,
You've done nothing to me.
But just seeing your face,
Oh it just Gets to me.
The way I hear you talk,
The way I see you walk,
Makes me want to blow my head off.
I don't know you,
But I don't need to.
Just leave at, I don't like you.
And I never will.
It's your presence being near me,
Thats sets me off.
Passing by you down the hall,
Wishing I could throw you across the walls.
Never spoken a single to you,
But my dislike is so strong.
I know you see me staring you down,
If looks could kill,
You'd be dead by now.
I've got no reason,
You've done nothing to me,
But knowing you breathe,
Just gets to me.
I've got no reason,
You've done nothing to me.
But just seeing your face,
Oh it just Gets to me.
The way I hear you talk,
The way I see you walk,
Makes me want to blow my head off.
I don't know you,
But I don't need to.
Just leave at, I don't like you.
And I never will.
It's your presence being near me,
Thats sets me off.
Passing by you down the hall,
Wishing I could throw you across the walls.
Never spoken a single to you,
But my dislike is so strong.
I know you see me staring you down,
If looks could kill,
You'd be dead by now.
I've got no reason,
You've done nothing to me,
But knowing you breathe,
Just gets to me.
My imagination goes a bit wild if I feel a strong bad vibe from someone. 
Who Are You
You were a stranger
yet I felt you had no right to breath
it hit me deep that feeling
we had never shared any words
yet your eyes held mine
with a depth so dark
Sinister licked your lips
evil tattooed the lids of eyes that were cold
welts invisible oozed a rotting aroma
that no one could smell except me
The vibe hung over me like a black cloud
and no one else could feel it's weight
as you smiled
and greeted
and charmed
in fresh clothes and clean hair
perfect skin with immaculate nails
that is what others were seeing
but not I
those secrets in your deep pockets
were overflowing like maggots
crawling on rotting flesh
who are you really
under that nice person disguise
and why do I feel it so strongly
that it is making me want to vomit
and see you gone far away from me
Who Are You
You were a stranger
yet I felt you had no right to breath
it hit me deep that feeling
we had never shared any words
yet your eyes held mine
with a depth so dark
Sinister licked your lips
evil tattooed the lids of eyes that were cold
welts invisible oozed a rotting aroma
that no one could smell except me
The vibe hung over me like a black cloud
and no one else could feel it's weight
as you smiled
and greeted
and charmed
in fresh clothes and clean hair
perfect skin with immaculate nails
that is what others were seeing
but not I
those secrets in your deep pockets
were overflowing like maggots
crawling on rotting flesh
who are you really
under that nice person disguise
and why do I feel it so strongly
that it is making me want to vomit
and see you gone far away from me
Veruca, and Her Golden Eggs -
Pink speckles strangely against blue.
No particular shade or hue compliments.
Veruca wants them all.
Golden eggs are lain from gandering
orifices. She cracks everyone
to find her prize, wrapped in candy-sweet.
She is such a treat, lace
slipping away to ruffling demands
to " Mine, and I cans " that don't know how;
That don't know the alchemy
the understand that gold always has a price.
Living with your hand out
rarely nests the heart.
She couldn't tell you what you need to live
being too busy shining...
collecting what is set on.
Pink speckles strangely against blue.
No particular shade or hue compliments.
Veruca wants them all.
Golden eggs are lain from gandering
orifices. She cracks everyone
to find her prize, wrapped in candy-sweet.
She is such a treat, lace
slipping away to ruffling demands
to " Mine, and I cans " that don't know how;
That don't know the alchemy
the understand that gold always has a price.
Living with your hand out
rarely nests the heart.
She couldn't tell you what you need to live
being too busy shining...
collecting what is set on.
Your touch...
your touch...
no words can explain only with the expression mmmm... remains
your touch...
Givies me an adrenalin rush high on cloud 9 frm ur luv makes me blush can never get enough
your touch...
induced me nto erotic bliss mmm love your lips and the way they kiss makes me tingle dwn to my finger tips
your touch...
leaves me breathing hard but shallow as u kis my neck your hands follow the motion of my hips and explore the rest of my body your tongue dances on myskin with each kiss
no other man can fulfill me with orgasmic bliss
Physical pleasures i treasure for u r the one and ony who satisfy
me to tht measure of magnitude having a constant craving yearning for your touch....
Anonymous
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that dark aura
you hide from the world
will never fool me
because I can truly see
your true colors
hidden by that "charming" smile
all the while
the tension piles
between you and me
so can't you see?
that I dislike
everything about you
even if the rumors are true
you and I
won't ever fly
because darling...
you're just not my type
you hide from the world
will never fool me
because I can truly see
your true colors
hidden by that "charming" smile
all the while
the tension piles
between you and me
so can't you see?
that I dislike
everything about you
even if the rumors are true
you and I
won't ever fly
because darling...
you're just not my type
Anonymous
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I loath your kind
The air about you
Is too precious for your lung
Normally I don't cast stones
Upon colored waters
That neither ripple nor stir
But you
Clearly have no depth
You shallow waste of space
I take one look at you
And I see a puddle of mud
For what it is
No matter
You'll be gone soon
For the sun's rays will dry you up
Revealing you for what you are
Then all will see
That I am right
And that you
You are a mere splash
A quagmire
Hazardous run off
In a world of stormy weather
I loath your kind
The air about you
Is too precious for your lung
Normally I don't cast stones
Upon colored waters
That neither ripple nor stir
But you
Clearly have no depth
You shallow waste of space
I take one look at you
And I see a puddle of mud
For what it is
No matter
You'll be gone soon
For the sun's rays will dry you up
Revealing you for what you are
Then all will see
That I am right
And that you
You are a mere splash
A quagmire
Hazardous run off
In a world of stormy weather
