Poetry competition CLOSED 3rd May 2017 1:56am
WINNER
OxyMoronicMe (G.L.)
OxyMoronicMe (G.L.)
RUNNER-UP:
dustyjjewels
Is Love Overrated?
Anonymous
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Overrated Type of Love
Love is overrated, when the one person who
You think has been there through it all cannot
Even catch any of the tears to fall. Your ice blue
Outer shell could not protect you from the knot
In your stomach when he is gone this time.
Darling, even in those moments when you felt
Nothing but weak, he could not make the climb
With you to the top. He will let the sun melt
You into a pile of mush and bones. Everyone
Has just driven on by like you are nothing.
All he has ever done is to take away your sun.
He has replaced it with the blow and sting
Of every lie he has ever told you. He makes
Promises that he cannot keep. You think that
It might be love, but it is not that if he takes
And never gives anything back to you. A bobcat
Is what he is. He preys on your innocence and
Ability to forgive easily. He tricks you into thinking
That he loves you, but he could simply stand
And watch you drown. He is already winking
At the next woman who is falling for his charm
And games. The kind of love to set off every alarm.
Love is overrated, when the one person who
You think has been there through it all cannot
Even catch any of the tears to fall. Your ice blue
Outer shell could not protect you from the knot
In your stomach when he is gone this time.
Darling, even in those moments when you felt
Nothing but weak, he could not make the climb
With you to the top. He will let the sun melt
You into a pile of mush and bones. Everyone
Has just driven on by like you are nothing.
All he has ever done is to take away your sun.
He has replaced it with the blow and sting
Of every lie he has ever told you. He makes
Promises that he cannot keep. You think that
It might be love, but it is not that if he takes
And never gives anything back to you. A bobcat
Is what he is. He preys on your innocence and
Ability to forgive easily. He tricks you into thinking
That he loves you, but he could simply stand
And watch you drown. He is already winking
At the next woman who is falling for his charm
And games. The kind of love to set off every alarm.
Anonymous
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Love and your Unfufilling Expectations
I hate the phrase:
There are plenty of fish in the sea
Because no matter how many fish are wandering through the ocean I do not know how to fish and I prefer chicken;
So why are we promised a "soulmate"
In the confusion of bathtub talks when you are four years old and simply curious and then shower thoughts when you are seventeen and lonely,
Because in the end we have been domesticated since childhood to think such a thing is real
And if it isn't
(When it isn't)
This gap of lack of satisfaction we created our selves gets larger and larger
Until we cannot get to the other side without a bridge,
Resulting in an endless hunt for building material for a connection that will never be made
Poem by usernames_r_lame
I hate the phrase:
There are plenty of fish in the sea
Because no matter how many fish are wandering through the ocean I do not know how to fish and I prefer chicken;
So why are we promised a "soulmate"
In the confusion of bathtub talks when you are four years old and simply curious and then shower thoughts when you are seventeen and lonely,
Because in the end we have been domesticated since childhood to think such a thing is real
And if it isn't
(When it isn't)
This gap of lack of satisfaction we created our selves gets larger and larger
Until we cannot get to the other side without a bridge,
Resulting in an endless hunt for building material for a connection that will never be made
Poem by usernames_r_lame
Love
Evol
Evolved
Volva
Not sure
The Cure
for an itch, a sentimental bitch
Dioniscian Ankor Wattage
besotage
Maybe love is freddom, from the chains of self
maybe love is hatred and the illusion of wealth
Maybe love is all and none of these Things
Maybe love is the poison of a thousand bee stings
What, what-not, what is and what ain't
what-what-is what's-not and what's-taint
In all honesty, at the thought of love, I grow faint
In all truth, in mine youth, for love's pate I would change my gait.
Evol
Evolved
Volva
Not sure
The Cure
for an itch, a sentimental bitch
Dioniscian Ankor Wattage
besotage
Maybe love is freddom, from the chains of self
maybe love is hatred and the illusion of wealth
Maybe love is all and none of these Things
Maybe love is the poison of a thousand bee stings
What, what-not, what is and what ain't
what-what-is what's-not and what's-taint
In all honesty, at the thought of love, I grow faint
In all truth, in mine youth, for love's pate I would change my gait.
Anonymous
Unaware Magnets
Too often we're looking to fill
some empty space within
unaware of our own magnetism
the laws of attraction dictate
we'll be a short lived solution
to someone else's problems
blinded by a temporary satiation
until truth surfaces and
the delusion fades
because until you're alone
and like the company
you're not ready
until you've been real with the mirror
and found compassion
little good will come
and less will stay
love is real.
and once you've become a person
you love too much to treat badly
someone else will join you
Too often we're looking to fill
some empty space within
unaware of our own magnetism
the laws of attraction dictate
we'll be a short lived solution
to someone else's problems
blinded by a temporary satiation
until truth surfaces and
the delusion fades
because until you're alone
and like the company
you're not ready
until you've been real with the mirror
and found compassion
little good will come
and less will stay
love is real.
and once you've become a person
you love too much to treat badly
someone else will join you
Anonymous
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Anonymous
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LOVE IS HOPE
Intangible and unforseen
Yet, it is there
Manifesting itself when
We least expect it
A helping hand, a warm smile
A connection of body and mind
We know it, we feel it
We give it freely
We recieve it gratefully
Like a ray of sunshine
And a shower of blessing
Love is a kind of destination
We all strive to reach
When everything else fails
Love will survive
To keep giving hope
Even to the unfaithful.
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Yet, it is there
Manifesting itself when
We least expect it
A helping hand, a warm smile
A connection of body and mind
We know it, we feel it
We give it freely
We recieve it gratefully
Like a ray of sunshine
And a shower of blessing
Love is a kind of destination
We all strive to reach
When everything else fails
Love will survive
To keep giving hope
Even to the unfaithful.
ŠAll Rights Reserved
Written by OxyMoronicMe
(G.L.)
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