Poetry competition CLOSED 24th December 2014 6:05am
WINNER
Page_Writer (Mad Girl)
Page_Writer (Mad Girl)
RUNNER-UP:
Zazzles
Mystery Competition
Being In Love
A look, a single glance.
Across the room, everything stopped.
Chills run up your spine.
Time slows down.
You're the only two in the room.
A conversation, you talk.
Face-to-face, back and forth.
Stories and jokes.
Compliments and secret notes.
A walk, side by side.
Memories shared, a lifetime.
The stars come out.
You both look up.
Your shoulders brush, you blush.
Your heart flutters, a single spark.
Time passes, days turn to months.
Free time is slowly filled up.
Just you two-- No one else.
Coffee runs, late night phone calls and dinner dates.
Kisses on the sidewalk.
Walking in the rain.
Snowball fights in the winter months.
Long talks into the night, cell phones dying.
Texting through the day.
Your heart flutters when you hear the other's name.
Movies are far more enjoyable when there's two.
Birthdays and holidays are never lonely when you have someone to hold you.
Dreams mean nothing, it's all coming true.
Days turn into nights, you can't be seperated.
Kisses turn to intimate moments.
Three words roll off your lips as often as kisses.
She keeps his shirt, sleeps with it every night.
He keeps his word, all wrongs become rights.
A chain around her neck, gleaming in the light.
A watch on his wrist, thinks of her all the time.
A picture of the other, or the two together always on them to be shown and seen.
On a desk, in an office.
On the phone, the wallpaper on the screen.
But it's not always perfect, there are storm clouds and bad moments.
You can't stand to see each other sometimes.
You fight, it's a given.
Nobody's perfect after all.
But still, at the end of the day, you need each other.
And everything's okay.
People ask you how do you know it's true?
And you just shrug and say that you just do.
Slow dances, picnics and miseltoe kisses.
Meeting each other's friends and family.
Two houses become a single home.
Presents, surprises and last minute trinkets.
Just thinking of you texts, cards and moments.
They make your heart flutter.
They make your heart beat faster.
They make your heart swell.
They'll even break your heart as well.
But at the end of the day, your heart belongs to them.
You're all the other needs, trapped in your own perfect little world.
A snowglobe, a music box, you're dancing round and round.
A prince and a princess, saying everything without making a sound.
And it never occurs to you, how much you've grown.
Both of you, or maybe just you.
Until you sit and think about.
Maybe even try writing a poem about that very moment.
How it was all worth it, in the end.
The heartbreaks, the bad memories, the skeletons and ghosts.
How out of the people in the world, is was you that they chose.
How all the stories and songs finally make sense.
How people lost their minds, because of this.
Died from broken hearts.
Those songs people sing.
Those poems people write.
Those stories people tell.
So many books in that one genre that do, very often, sell.
But nothing can match the feeling.
The burning light inside of your chest.
Burning bright in the dark.
Glowing brightly through the night.
So many people are stuck in world full of silence.
And you can't get away from this music that not many people have heard.
It's so beautiful, that you can't even find the words.
It's just there, in your chest, beating to the sound of their name.
Glowing bright, twinkling and sparkling, like Christmas lights.
Tossing and turning while your sleeping by their side.
Singing and writing, the perfect melody to echo this feeling.
But you can't find it.
You can't say it.
This sound that you can hear in silence.
This light that you can see in the dark.
This feeling you can feel when no one's even there.
You don't know how to say it.
You don't know how to explain it.
You don't know what to even call it.
But it's just there, in your heart, in your mind.
Closing your eyes, taking their hand and losing track of time.
Every time they look at you, it brings you back to that day.
The first time, first glance, first light, first time they took your hand.
And then you're just standing there smiling, blushing, remembering.
That amazing feeling, realization that it happened to you.
That all those dreams, pennies in the fountain, wishes in the well.
They weren't all for nothing.
All those falling stars were actually shooting ones.
And those wishes were aiming to this moment, to their arms, to this person.
And your heart skips a beat, flutters, like the wings of a bird.
And no matter how many times you try, you just can't put that feeling into words.
A look, a single glance.
Across the room, everything stopped.
Chills run up your spine.
Time slows down.
You're the only two in the room.
A conversation, you talk.
Face-to-face, back and forth.
Stories and jokes.
Compliments and secret notes.
A walk, side by side.
Memories shared, a lifetime.
The stars come out.
You both look up.
Your shoulders brush, you blush.
Your heart flutters, a single spark.
Time passes, days turn to months.
Free time is slowly filled up.
Just you two-- No one else.
Coffee runs, late night phone calls and dinner dates.
Kisses on the sidewalk.
Walking in the rain.
Snowball fights in the winter months.
Long talks into the night, cell phones dying.
Texting through the day.
Your heart flutters when you hear the other's name.
Movies are far more enjoyable when there's two.
Birthdays and holidays are never lonely when you have someone to hold you.
Dreams mean nothing, it's all coming true.
Days turn into nights, you can't be seperated.
Kisses turn to intimate moments.
Three words roll off your lips as often as kisses.
She keeps his shirt, sleeps with it every night.
He keeps his word, all wrongs become rights.
A chain around her neck, gleaming in the light.
A watch on his wrist, thinks of her all the time.
A picture of the other, or the two together always on them to be shown and seen.
On a desk, in an office.
On the phone, the wallpaper on the screen.
But it's not always perfect, there are storm clouds and bad moments.
You can't stand to see each other sometimes.
You fight, it's a given.
Nobody's perfect after all.
But still, at the end of the day, you need each other.
And everything's okay.
People ask you how do you know it's true?
And you just shrug and say that you just do.
Slow dances, picnics and miseltoe kisses.
Meeting each other's friends and family.
Two houses become a single home.
Presents, surprises and last minute trinkets.
Just thinking of you texts, cards and moments.
They make your heart flutter.
They make your heart beat faster.
They make your heart swell.
They'll even break your heart as well.
But at the end of the day, your heart belongs to them.
You're all the other needs, trapped in your own perfect little world.
A snowglobe, a music box, you're dancing round and round.
A prince and a princess, saying everything without making a sound.
And it never occurs to you, how much you've grown.
Both of you, or maybe just you.
Until you sit and think about.
Maybe even try writing a poem about that very moment.
How it was all worth it, in the end.
The heartbreaks, the bad memories, the skeletons and ghosts.
How out of the people in the world, is was you that they chose.
How all the stories and songs finally make sense.
How people lost their minds, because of this.
Died from broken hearts.
Those songs people sing.
Those poems people write.
Those stories people tell.
So many books in that one genre that do, very often, sell.
But nothing can match the feeling.
The burning light inside of your chest.
Burning bright in the dark.
Glowing brightly through the night.
So many people are stuck in world full of silence.
And you can't get away from this music that not many people have heard.
It's so beautiful, that you can't even find the words.
It's just there, in your chest, beating to the sound of their name.
Glowing bright, twinkling and sparkling, like Christmas lights.
Tossing and turning while your sleeping by their side.
Singing and writing, the perfect melody to echo this feeling.
But you can't find it.
You can't say it.
This sound that you can hear in silence.
This light that you can see in the dark.
This feeling you can feel when no one's even there.
You don't know how to say it.
You don't know how to explain it.
You don't know what to even call it.
But it's just there, in your heart, in your mind.
Closing your eyes, taking their hand and losing track of time.
Every time they look at you, it brings you back to that day.
The first time, first glance, first light, first time they took your hand.
And then you're just standing there smiling, blushing, remembering.
That amazing feeling, realization that it happened to you.
That all those dreams, pennies in the fountain, wishes in the well.
They weren't all for nothing.
All those falling stars were actually shooting ones.
And those wishes were aiming to this moment, to their arms, to this person.
And your heart skips a beat, flutters, like the wings of a bird.
And no matter how many times you try, you just can't put that feeling into words.
Secrets
If he could,
would he pull the veil
away from my face
and look into my amber eyes?
And If he did,would we coalesce?
Would I even let him?
Will he ever notice how amazing I think he is,
how brilliant I know he is if I don't tell him?
If I don't inhale his scent
and quietly linger
while whispering I love you in his ear,
I love your mind.
What would it take to rise to the challenge,
to make my move?
And if I could, would I?
Probably not,
It's not my way....
Alright guys. A winner has been decided. I was primarily looking for creative metaphors that eluded to the topic of each piece, but it really came down to Paige's quantity of indirect references to the power of zazzles's metaphor. All of the entries were great, but in this competition I'd like to give special commendation to zazzles and Paige. But there can only be one winner, so I must say Paige. Good job to all of you, and I will be hosting another mystery competition sometime soon.
Anonymous
Congrats!
