Poetry competition CLOSED 22nd February 2014 6:03pm
WINNER
TheBrokenBard
TheBrokenBard
RUNNER-UP:
CellarDoor954
express your love in simple words
Anonymous
Stream of sunlight
Floating upon waves
Wind, a faint word
Thinking thoughts of you
Your name
Hurts
Floating upon waves
Wind, a faint word
Thinking thoughts of you
Your name
Hurts
Love is like a wrecking ball like Miley said
It can kill you with one hit
But gives you much so adrenaline
You wish it would happen again
Love is like a battlefield as that woman once said
It leaves you on a field defenseless
But carries you through the war
I will never apologize for loving all the wrong ways
But I will thank all for who as shown me this
That loving is unlovable moments
Wrapped in with bows or ripped with cherries
But will always go bad or just follow with the season
It can kill you with one hit
But gives you much so adrenaline
You wish it would happen again
Love is like a battlefield as that woman once said
It leaves you on a field defenseless
But carries you through the war
I will never apologize for loving all the wrong ways
But I will thank all for who as shown me this
That loving is unlovable moments
Wrapped in with bows or ripped with cherries
But will always go bad or just follow with the season
It's not as if
The words flowing through my mind
Or the caress
Of you porcelain skin
Can really express or compare
But the flutter of my stomache
The syncopation of my heartbeat
Or the smile that explodes
Across my face
Maybe they can give the start
A hint
A reminder of how I feel for you
And the sore muscles and scratch marks
Suggest that you might feel that way too
But it's not just the sex
Sometimes when I make you dinner
And we just talk
Enjoying ourselves and each other.
Isn't that almost enough?
The words flowing through my mind
Or the caress
Of you porcelain skin
Can really express or compare
But the flutter of my stomache
The syncopation of my heartbeat
Or the smile that explodes
Across my face
Maybe they can give the start
A hint
A reminder of how I feel for you
And the sore muscles and scratch marks
Suggest that you might feel that way too
But it's not just the sex
Sometimes when I make you dinner
And we just talk
Enjoying ourselves and each other.
Isn't that almost enough?
This is love
Breath for breath ,I watch you sleep
Puckered face,peacefull and weak.
Tiny ball so achingly small,
You open your eyes...
And therein all the worlds wonder for ages lies.
You look at me as I am a godess
My hart flusters as u start your protests
Three weeks in this world
Three weeks ...
Since that first true touch ,
Turned to gold
You snuggle in my arms with so much trust
As u partake of me and nuzzle my bust
Your every gurgle and mew
Let's me douse your every need certain and true
You need speak no words
But u follow mine with twinkling eyes
I am your's ....
And you are mine ...
What could this be,
But love I recognise.
Breath for breath ,I watch you sleep
Puckered face,peacefull and weak.
Tiny ball so achingly small,
You open your eyes...
And therein all the worlds wonder for ages lies.
You look at me as I am a godess
My hart flusters as u start your protests
Three weeks in this world
Three weeks ...
Since that first true touch ,
Turned to gold
You snuggle in my arms with so much trust
As u partake of me and nuzzle my bust
Your every gurgle and mew
Let's me douse your every need certain and true
You need speak no words
But u follow mine with twinkling eyes
I am your's ....
And you are mine ...
What could this be,
But love I recognise.
Anonymous
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My heart skips beats.
My stomach feels filled
to the brim
with retard butterflies,
crashing into my ribs.
My chest tightens.
It's hard to swallow,
so I fight it.
I don't allow these,
they just ...
happen!
I stutter, and trip,
over my own two feet.
All I seem to want is
to look flawless.
I want to look cool;
perfect.
These things only come about,
when I see you.
So I guess,...
Wait...
I mean,...
Ugh!!... Do I really need to say it?
More Than Love
It's been two years since the first time.
His witch hazel eyes iron and green saw deep into my soul.
But still when he looks at me.
My knees grow weak.
His love is the only thing I see.
Some say that because we're young we'll eventually fall.
But there love is not like ours.
If we fall, we fall together.
Like the many famous lovers before us.
Romeo and Juliet-- Love at first sight and died together,forever to the end.
Penelope, waiting for Odysseus to return from sea, not looking or wanting any other man.
Poe stayed by his Annabel Lee's side, until the very moment that she died.
My love for him burns brighter then the harvest moon.
My love shines forever, more then the stars both near and far.
I'll be with him forever, not matter what anyone else may say.
For my love is more than love.
We love with a love that is more than love.
No love is stronger than what I feel for him.
Or what he feels for me.
We may be young but our souls are old, entertwined to find the other since the beginning of time itself.
He is mine, and I am his.
And we love each other more than anyone can understand.
So when he looks at me--
My heart skips a beat.
My knees get weak.
His love is the only thing that I see.
If I am a hopeless romantic then he is all the hope I need.
When he smiles at me, my heart melts.
When he looks at me, my heart jumps.
When he kisses me, my heart explodes from my chest in a burst of fire and sparks.
His kisses are bright like starlight, shining like moonlight.
It's like a perfect love song, a ballad to be recited throughout time.
I want to sit and listen to it forever.
I want to sing it to the heavens.
To the hidden realms within.
I want to learn several languages just to tell the world how much I simply and utterly, truely adore him.
He loves me.
And I love him.
No matter what others may say.
That we are young, that our love is strange.
That we will never make it in this world.
But what they do not realize is that our love. . .
Our love sprouted from a broken heart.
When I was ready to give up on love forevermore.
He came and gave me something to believe in.
So when he looks at me.
My heart stops beating for a single moment.
A suspended second in time.
When he kisses me--
And everything around me shines.
When I feel like I am made of stardust, made of starlight.
He kisses like magic, making my heart feel like it's made of fire, which makes our love burn brighter.
So maybe we're young and maybe people believe our love will fall.
But I believe that our love is grander than those that came before us.
I believe that our love is stronger than any love song ever written.
More poetic than all of the tragic lovers to can have lived and died before us.
I believe our love is grander, than fireworks turning to embers.
I believe we are stronger, and our love will be remembered.
I believe that our love is more than love.
We are more than love.
As Poe said to his beloved Annabel Lee.
"But we loved with a love that was more than love--"
That is my Love and I.
Forever entertwined since the beginning time.
We shall live and we shall die.
But we will find each other again.
For we are more than love.
We are soul mates above all else.
We are infinite in this abyss.
As the sun sets, the curtain falls.
And like many before us, we close our final act.
With one last, and final kiss.
It's been two years since the first time.
His witch hazel eyes iron and green saw deep into my soul.
But still when he looks at me.
My knees grow weak.
His love is the only thing I see.
Some say that because we're young we'll eventually fall.
But there love is not like ours.
If we fall, we fall together.
Like the many famous lovers before us.
Romeo and Juliet-- Love at first sight and died together,forever to the end.
Penelope, waiting for Odysseus to return from sea, not looking or wanting any other man.
Poe stayed by his Annabel Lee's side, until the very moment that she died.
My love for him burns brighter then the harvest moon.
My love shines forever, more then the stars both near and far.
I'll be with him forever, not matter what anyone else may say.
For my love is more than love.
We love with a love that is more than love.
No love is stronger than what I feel for him.
Or what he feels for me.
We may be young but our souls are old, entertwined to find the other since the beginning of time itself.
He is mine, and I am his.
And we love each other more than anyone can understand.
So when he looks at me--
My heart skips a beat.
My knees get weak.
His love is the only thing that I see.
If I am a hopeless romantic then he is all the hope I need.
When he smiles at me, my heart melts.
When he looks at me, my heart jumps.
When he kisses me, my heart explodes from my chest in a burst of fire and sparks.
His kisses are bright like starlight, shining like moonlight.
It's like a perfect love song, a ballad to be recited throughout time.
I want to sit and listen to it forever.
I want to sing it to the heavens.
To the hidden realms within.
I want to learn several languages just to tell the world how much I simply and utterly, truely adore him.
He loves me.
And I love him.
No matter what others may say.
That we are young, that our love is strange.
That we will never make it in this world.
But what they do not realize is that our love. . .
Our love sprouted from a broken heart.
When I was ready to give up on love forevermore.
He came and gave me something to believe in.
So when he looks at me.
My heart stops beating for a single moment.
A suspended second in time.
When he kisses me--
And everything around me shines.
When I feel like I am made of stardust, made of starlight.
He kisses like magic, making my heart feel like it's made of fire, which makes our love burn brighter.
So maybe we're young and maybe people believe our love will fall.
But I believe that our love is grander than those that came before us.
I believe that our love is stronger than any love song ever written.
More poetic than all of the tragic lovers to can have lived and died before us.
I believe our love is grander, than fireworks turning to embers.
I believe we are stronger, and our love will be remembered.
I believe that our love is more than love.
We are more than love.
As Poe said to his beloved Annabel Lee.
"But we loved with a love that was more than love--"
That is my Love and I.
Forever entertwined since the beginning time.
We shall live and we shall die.
But we will find each other again.
For we are more than love.
We are soul mates above all else.
We are infinite in this abyss.
As the sun sets, the curtain falls.
And like many before us, we close our final act.
With one last, and final kiss.
Anonymous
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