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For My Bloody Valentine Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand

My Bloody Valentine

The night I met you, I was deeply afraid, 
terrified, my nerves were badly frayed.
I pulled you from the party crowd.
My confidence, you allowed.  
I cried to you.  I wasn't proud.
We both had too much wine,
my bloody valentine.

I knew that your feelings were sincere.
Soon, you would always be near.
Your gentle understanding showed.
To your charms, you gave the code. 
Your love, to me, bestowed, 
I gobbled it like a swine,
my bloody valentine.

Thinking too much of myself, I was. 
What I could offer you wasn't love. 
It was a deplorable crime,
I can't wash off this guilty grime. 
I should be doing time, 
burning in a hellish brine,
my bloody valentine.

I'm haunted every Valentine's Day,
a lifetime sentence I have to pay. 
There is every reason for your hate.
It's less than forgiveness I await.
Take my conscience off your dinner plate,
as your ghost does me, malign, 
my bloody valentine.

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Janice Canerdy February 11, 2025 at 9:09 PM Vividly descriptive, emotional piece, David~~Excellent. Janice David Crandall February 11, 2025 at 9:41 PM Thanks Janice!

Valsa George February 8, 2025 at 8:57 PM This is applicable to many who ill treat their partners. "I gobbled it like a swine, my bloody valentine."... Glad, he has some regret about his action. An interesting poem, dear David. David Crandall February 8, 2025 at 9:31 PM Thank you Valsa!

Christuraj Alex February 8, 2025 at 4:10 AM Very catching title. "We both had too much wine, my bloody valentine.", "I gobbled it like a swine, my bloody valentine.", "burning in a hellish brine, my bloody valentine.", "as your ghost does me, malign, my bloody valentine." - A very grand poem. David Crandall February 8, 2025 at 8:06 AM Thanks Alex! I have to admit I can't take credit for the title, though. It was the prompt in the contest.

Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh February 7, 2025 at 10:19 PM Life's reality nicely penned. David Crandall February 8, 2025 at 8:06 AM Thank Akham!

Hilda Greenhough February 7, 2025 at 7:20 PM This poem is a fine entertainment. I love the rhyme and the story. Your way of adding a twist shows unique creativity. David Crandall February 7, 2025 at 7:29 PM Thanks so much, Hilda!