Poetry competition CLOSED 22nd February 2017 2:11am
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
Love and lost
Then how will I survive
The time of day is hell,
dark warmth of self within,
I own and taste the smell
of you, my lover, gone.
Who's tapered strokes are ghosts
that shiver down my breasts,
to open palms that wait
return of your caress.
And through the day till dusk,
the lonely night will wait
while watching as I chase
the mem'ry of your musk.
Lost Love
An old man sitting all alone, ragged clothes all he has on.
Faded picture in his hand, of a love, once so grand.
Now tears roll down his cheeks, his body so weary and weak.
Memories of a love so high, now day’s just pass on by.
The pain in his heart, of a love, now so dark.
Life’s not fair you see, why her lord, why not me.
Wishes to no avail, now a life, just like hell.
Sorrows can’t restrain, two lives once engrained.
Happy times flash on by, of a love once so high.
Sweet kisses on her cheeks, no words need to speak.
Her eye’s filled with joy, like a child with a brand-new toy.
Soft whispers in her ear, so very far, yet so near.
An old man sitting all alone, ragged clothes all he has on.
Trembling hands not so steady, please tell me lord, I’ll be ready.
Fears fade away, as he waits for that special day
.
When a love meets again, to never stop nor ever end.
A final smile upon his face, no regrets, no disgrace.
An old man sitting all alone, hugging a big grey stone.
Faded picture in his hand, of a love, once so grand.
Now tears roll down his cheeks, his body so weary and weak.
Memories of a love so high, now day’s just pass on by.
The pain in his heart, of a love, now so dark.
Life’s not fair you see, why her lord, why not me.
Wishes to no avail, now a life, just like hell.
Sorrows can’t restrain, two lives once engrained.
Happy times flash on by, of a love once so high.
Sweet kisses on her cheeks, no words need to speak.
Her eye’s filled with joy, like a child with a brand-new toy.
Soft whispers in her ear, so very far, yet so near.
An old man sitting all alone, ragged clothes all he has on.
Trembling hands not so steady, please tell me lord, I’ll be ready.
Fears fade away, as he waits for that special day
.
When a love meets again, to never stop nor ever end.
A final smile upon his face, no regrets, no disgrace.
An old man sitting all alone, hugging a big grey stone.
Written by Darkstreets
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Anonymous
Thank you Flc8 for the award and I sure hope you return, we've all been enjoying your comps tremendously.
