Poetry competition CLOSED 3rd February 2013 6:11pm
WINNER
Magdalena
Magdalena
A Poem to my Love
Poetry Contest Description
Write a love poem to a new love, unrequited love or the one that got away
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
2 poems per writer old or new
2 poems per writer old or new
Anonymous
haunted
I am poised with my pen
leaning deep into the desk
my toes curling against the wood floor
in the silence of the after-dark
I feel your shadow behind me
your hands stroking my arms,
and I tilt my head back
into the warmth of your heavy chest
and we just rest here like this sometimes
enveloped by the words you create,
your fingers guiding the ink
like the most skilled of artists
Your sweet whispers
lacing my heightened aura
I should know better
than to dwell on the love of ghosts
but we are perfect in our suffering
twin-set in our devotion
spirit-fed and possessed
by the shades of our past
and at last,
after a thousand confessions
and equal exorcisms
we linger in blissful purgatory
where you hold my pen to ransom
and like a child, I am lost in you
holding close your memory
until the corruption of time
I am poised with my pen
leaning deep into the desk
my toes curling against the wood floor
in the silence of the after-dark
I feel your shadow behind me
your hands stroking my arms,
and I tilt my head back
into the warmth of your heavy chest
and we just rest here like this sometimes
enveloped by the words you create,
your fingers guiding the ink
like the most skilled of artists
Your sweet whispers
lacing my heightened aura
I should know better
than to dwell on the love of ghosts
but we are perfect in our suffering
twin-set in our devotion
spirit-fed and possessed
by the shades of our past
and at last,
after a thousand confessions
and equal exorcisms
we linger in blissful purgatory
where you hold my pen to ransom
and like a child, I am lost in you
holding close your memory
until the corruption of time
Anonymous
In perfect faith
It was not about me or you
becoming lost in the world we created,
It was not about your ego
or your esteem
or even your desire for change
It was not about my immolation
my guilt
my pride
or even the truth in which
I so often begged for copious failures
It was not about the demons
that enveloped us,
the deception involved in each trick
that hypnotized me bewitchingly
to fall deeply beneath your voice.
It was about the passion,
the raw revelations that clung
to the tips of our tongues
like limpets on a sea wall
feeding on desperate tides
It was about learning
to simply be,
and to not be afraid
of what we craved, or who we were,
or what we were indeed becoming
It was about your dormant presence
that lurked behind my eyes
silently and without warning
that comforted and protected me
just as Jude embraced his faith.
It was not about me or you
becoming lost in the world we created,
It was not about your ego
or your esteem
or even your desire for change
It was not about my immolation
my guilt
my pride
or even the truth in which
I so often begged for copious failures
It was not about the demons
that enveloped us,
the deception involved in each trick
that hypnotized me bewitchingly
to fall deeply beneath your voice.
It was about the passion,
the raw revelations that clung
to the tips of our tongues
like limpets on a sea wall
feeding on desperate tides
It was about learning
to simply be,
and to not be afraid
of what we craved, or who we were,
or what we were indeed becoming
It was about your dormant presence
that lurked behind my eyes
silently and without warning
that comforted and protected me
just as Jude embraced his faith.
Sacrifice
Savouring the mysteries that behold and
Anchor hearts in beautiful agony with
Conspicuous transparency it allures us
Repeatedly with enchantment that takes
Imagination to the edge of captivating
Fantasies and the body to the burning fires
Inviting the heat of lust and temptation
Clamouring in our heads we want it
Ever the sacrifice that we lay down for
I cannot turn away from the strong pull
so I succumb in weakness to what calls
he sears my mind with visions that crumble me
at times I am torn walking my insecure path
a fickle finger prods my fragile heart and I am
volatile
flighty
irresolute where unsettled circumstance plays
which becomes the beautiful agony that anchors
and I know that every stab is worth it if it is equal
balanced on both sides of our shared togetherness
that gives me renewed faith and I am then stalwart
when the only thing I sacrifice is my willing body
to his willing touch as he slowly travels my skin
devouring my wantonness with every inch he has to give
Savouring the mysteries that behold and
Anchor hearts in beautiful agony with
Conspicuous transparency it allures us
Repeatedly with enchantment that takes
Imagination to the edge of captivating
Fantasies and the body to the burning fires
Inviting the heat of lust and temptation
Clamouring in our heads we want it
Ever the sacrifice that we lay down for
I cannot turn away from the strong pull
so I succumb in weakness to what calls
he sears my mind with visions that crumble me
at times I am torn walking my insecure path
a fickle finger prods my fragile heart and I am
volatile
flighty
irresolute where unsettled circumstance plays
which becomes the beautiful agony that anchors
and I know that every stab is worth it if it is equal
balanced on both sides of our shared togetherness
that gives me renewed faith and I am then stalwart
when the only thing I sacrifice is my willing body
to his willing touch as he slowly travels my skin
devouring my wantonness with every inch he has to give
Shy Moon,
i've got love carved into honeysuckle wrists,
a murder of crows in my throat,
& a pack of wolves at my back.
i want to know truths behind these myth eyes, &
the distant galaxies under your fingertips.
but, love me. love me, Love.
show me what's beyond Grimm fairy tales
& scars.
spare me your ribs;
this skyscraper heart
needs a place to go.
i've got love carved into honeysuckle wrists,
a murder of crows in my throat,
& a pack of wolves at my back.
i want to know truths behind these myth eyes, &
the distant galaxies under your fingertips.
but, love me. love me, Love.
show me what's beyond Grimm fairy tales
& scars.
spare me your ribs;
this skyscraper heart
needs a place to go.
Swirling Sentiments
My days
were easier to swallow
with him so close
in his mornings
honey against coffee lips
so sweet
Connections
dipped in sublime
where he fed me
angel delights
in soft music
and stolen moments
We played
in notes of patchouli
the aphrodisiac
had a decadent allure
enhancing our already
desirous intentions
there was no dust
on our ground
it was all
smooth silk and inviting
Swirling sentiments
met peppermint tongues
the thrill of hot
and cold sensations
in ice and wax pleasure
with wine flavoured
thirst quenching journey's
poured over skin
my fingers moved
in centipede motion
spine digits trembling
spinning sacrilegious symbols
Chewing my lip as his heat
soared through me
a count of sixteen
took me over the edge
he melted my icicle heart
Such beautiful times
he enchanted me beyond thought
captured and played me
in a such melodious rhythm
I miss him now he is gone
Alone with the taunting wind
and a jaded view
sitting on a rocky outcrop
barnacle patterns total up
along the cliffs
juxtaposed like an army
ready to take on intruders
and the tears I have held back
for so very long
start to silently fall
astrological
i. On some nights,
street lights guide
this lonely heart
to her lonely bed.
ii. In this universe of twilight skin
& mismatched bones,
I wonder just how many poems sleep
beneath the inkwell of her eyes.
iii. My body is a house of stars,
and her palms are black holes
sucking ( me ) into their vortex of
nothing.
iv. She says, "Please—my moon,
please—give these bones a reason
to stay."
& I am whispering lovelies
into the sanctuary of her heartbeats.
v. "Goddess temple,
sunset eyes, &
my windowpane love-
Let us eat the stars
together."
i. On some nights,
street lights guide
this lonely heart
to her lonely bed.
ii. In this universe of twilight skin
& mismatched bones,
I wonder just how many poems sleep
beneath the inkwell of her eyes.
iii. My body is a house of stars,
and her palms are black holes
sucking ( me ) into their vortex of
nothing.
iv. She says, "Please—my moon,
please—give these bones a reason
to stay."
& I am whispering lovelies
into the sanctuary of her heartbeats.
v. "Goddess temple,
sunset eyes, &
my windowpane love-
Let us eat the stars
together."
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Anonymous
“Heaven Without Me”
http://blog.reflexstock.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/stairway_to_heaven_web.jpg
(A love poem with Zoso influence)
These days,
my mind drifts
back to the
sweet sounds
of humming
whispering winds,
seemingly endless
ethereal times
we spent together
in love.
Listening to
the pipers dream,
we reasoned with wonder,
bought the stairway,
drifted in space.
And, for a short time,
we remembered laughter,
peaceful energies flowed,
we become one
inside our souls.
Happiness echoed
in golden reflections,
thousands of fireflies
sparkled in
your beautiful eyes
that June night.
I loved you then,
I still love you now.
But somehow,
I knew
we wouldn’t make it.
And, I was right.
You died
and
made it to
Heaven
without me.
http://blog.reflexstock.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/stairway_to_heaven_web.jpg
(A love poem with Zoso influence)
These days,
my mind drifts
back to the
sweet sounds
of humming
whispering winds,
seemingly endless
ethereal times
we spent together
in love.
Listening to
the pipers dream,
we reasoned with wonder,
bought the stairway,
drifted in space.
And, for a short time,
we remembered laughter,
peaceful energies flowed,
we become one
inside our souls.
Happiness echoed
in golden reflections,
thousands of fireflies
sparkled in
your beautiful eyes
that June night.
I loved you then,
I still love you now.
But somehow,
I knew
we wouldn’t make it.
And, I was right.
You died
and
made it to
Heaven
without me.
Anonymous
TO THE LION OF MY HEART
To the lion of my heart
Who has captured the love in there
It is hard to describe
Feeling so deep and hunger so hard
You are the King of my dreams
The ruler of my fantasies
In the fifth Kingdom we will live
Love and make love to your Queen
You have been sent by an Angel
Who told me who you really were
The product of a people
With ancestral roots of Kings
Let us proceed to the royal bedchamber
Bathe in rose-flowers and sweet oils
Then love each other physically
On a bed of finest cloth
You know you will take me
The way I want you to
You know I will embrace you
Never wanting to let you go
We will spend many nights together
As King and Queens do
Pleasuring each other
Showing how deep we can go
With me always wanting you to know
The extent of how I love you so
The finest thing I will present to you
My King, is a son who is a Prince
Or a daughter, of Royal lineage
For love without fruit is barren
I have been barren for too long
Come my King, receive me
Come my King, embrace me
Sing your caring songs.
this is why you don't go for the club girls
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She was all
cigarette burns
and whisky stains
smeared makeup
and lipstick imprints
She left broken
glasswear all over
the dinner table
and she judged me
as she fucked me
and i loved her
like she loved me
and i couldn't endure
her but i endured
her for that time being
she woke up one day
and left a note
next to me
as i passed out
on her floor
that said
she'd be back
in a few days
I still sometimes
drive by
her place
It's looking as
dishevelled as i
left it
two weeks later.
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She was all
cigarette burns
and whisky stains
smeared makeup
and lipstick imprints
She left broken
glasswear all over
the dinner table
and she judged me
as she fucked me
and i loved her
like she loved me
and i couldn't endure
her but i endured
her for that time being
she woke up one day
and left a note
next to me
as i passed out
on her floor
that said
she'd be back
in a few days
I still sometimes
drive by
her place
It's looking as
dishevelled as i
left it
two weeks later.
