by Bukang Liwayway |
Categories:
love,
Thinking of your smile makes my day,
So inspired to write a poem of what I feel,
Can’t take you out of my mind my dear.
In my heart you are my love so dear,
You always make a brighter day,
I hope you really know how I feel.
When I wake up every single day,
I look at your cool picture my dear,
My contented soul shows for what I feel.
You complete my day, I feel so happy dear.
February 24, 2013
For Andrea's Contest
9th Place Winner
by Julie Alcin |
Categories:
death, love, me, me,
Stabbed in the heart, I’m starting to bleed
I’m becoming cold as the touch of death
Yet I don’t want to say goodbye
Painful word, insane cry, sweet goodbye
Pain pounds on me as I bleed
Thumping me until I reach death
Life is being drained by the angel of death
Forcing me to say goodbye
Suffering the more I bleed
Yet even as I bleed to death I refuse to tell you goodbye
by Savannah Mcfarland |
Categories:
hope, inspirational, love,
Love is a four letter word,
A word that makes people act absurd,
A thing that we want,
A thing that we need,
A thing we always take with greed.
Love, that four letter word,
I cry out, but go unheard,
The thing I want most,
The word we search for, a ghost.
Love is a four letter word,
A word that causes hurt,
A word that causes pain,
A word searched for in vain.
Love, the four letter word,
You cannot grasp or hold,
A thing that may never be,
But you'll find it in Him who is in me.
Love, not just a four letter word,
It is something we all search for.
by Audrey Haick |
Categories:
childhood, family, children, introspection,
Quite often it seems we tell kids, it’s best to be first
They sign up for fun; parents, it seems, for the fame
Whether it’s academics or sports, why not just let kids thrive?
Create environments for learning and fun needed to thrive
Nurture with affection and love; be their springboard first
Build the foundation they will need to handle future fame
A solid foundation will ensure an easy adjustment to fame
In any circumstance, self- assurance makes anyone thrive
Teach them, the game of life is not won by coming in first
Good character first, may lead to fame in which anyone can thrive
~*~
by Kash Poet |
Categories:
romancelost, lost, me,
Let me come too close to you now
so close that I can hear every breath
to be lost in the depth of those eyes.
Let me kiss your emerald eyes
that sea in which my boat is lost now,
before sinking,whisper of your breath.
Just for once mingle with my breath,
just for once in your emerald eyes
with its love,this heart wants to sink now.
Now my breath grasping in your blue eyes!
by Abdul Malik |
Categories:
faith, hope, love, lost, lost,
What's a sweeter gift than love?
What's the greatest wealth than hope?
What's a richer state than faith?
It behooves you to live by your faith,
And keep aflame the spirit of love,
Woe befalls him who derides hope:
Nothing is drearier than a life bereft of hope,
And he's a lost soul who's without faith,
But unfortunate is he of all who's without love.
All is lost when one loses love, hope and faith!
by Andrew Crisci |
Categories:
character, child, hope, love, pride,
Choosing a faithful woman to fulfill this fate
to bring forth a baby with a loud scream;
sweet cry so innocent piercing air and soul,
touch him tenderly: he is the fruit of our seed!
May his faith shed light on doubt and darkness...
let's hope that his deeds and words will be fine.
by Jake Aller |
Categories:
how i feel, love, lust,
you walked out of my dreams
into my life that day
the day that changed my life
when you became my wife
and filled my life with love
that date I met true love
by Jake Aller |
Categories:
love, lust,
love
for you
dreaming
of you
for years
until you walked
into my life
by Jake Aller |
Categories:
fate, feelings, first love, magic, marriage, romantic, true love,
September 7, 1982
a date I shall always remember
for on that date, I met my fate
for eight years
I dreamt of meeting her
then she walked into my life.
six lines
bite size poetry contest
by Carolyn Dewey |
Categories:
candy, color, food, poetry, writing,
Orange peels litter my desk,
sprinkling sparkling droplets of orange oil
over my unfinished love sonnet
A croissant is over there,
I just remembered.
It soaks my slam poem,
which I shall never perform,
with buttery heaviness
Jelly beans, blue, red, green, white,
to be found on the remote island of
my travel diary, as profuse with blank verse
as the ocean is profuse with fishes
A peanut-butter sandwich, open-faced,
refuses to unstick from the sestina
I have given up on finding proper words
for
I need to clean up my desk.
by Michael Ramel |
Categories:
girl, sad love, youth,
Deanna's waiting
With all the emotions of a young women cascading
Now the bend in the creek
Makes her knees weak
And her thoughts of this man are
Filling a heart set to clamour
You bet her sighs matter
When we met in our eyes
It was love at first sight
So don't let this moment end
Or it's my heart that'll rend
I didn't know a dance
Would kindle romance
And Deanna would have to wait for her chance