(relationship Senryu poems)
A boy will make you
think he's in love with you
When he really isn't.
A girl will make you
think that she doesn't love you
when she really does.
He wrote her poems
that sounded like yelp reviews
with less than five stars
He praised her sharp wit—
like someone admiring a
knife pointed at them.
.
.
A song for this:
Highway Tune by Greta Van Fleet
Girl, you remind me of yesterday,
I can recall the moment I said my prayer,
Asking God for a better partner in my life,
Luckily, I got one, I hereby call you mine.
Forever is just the start, it's you and me,
The love we share is real, I say lucky we,
Despite our differences, I still get lost in your smile,
For you, my love, I do it all willingly.
It's you, no one else, the reason I'm happy,
I vow to give you happiness and no worries,
Through the days I've known you, you're the best,
As I wish to wake up daily with you next,
I learnt and realised that I'm blessed,
You are my answer, for life is a test,
What more can I ask for when I've got you?
I promise not to look elsewhere....it's you through and through.
You're the seed I've planted deep within my heart,
The one I nurture gently from the very start,
With every sunrise, my love helps you bloom,
And together we'll flourish through every season to come.
It's you, Sal...
Who am I to judge?
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
I love a brand new day - you prefer the night
I love a nice red wine -you must drink the white.
I love the country life - you are city bred
I love our great big house - you enjoy your shed.
I love our fluffy cat - you walk with the dog
I love to laze around - you then run or jog.
I love a sunny day - you will pray for rain
I love to catch a bus - you get on the train.
I love black coffee strong - you sip on white tea
I love to read a book - you watch a movie.
I love our different ways - opposites attract
I know that you love me - that is just a fact.
Two stones sit in the same swift river.
One is worn smooth by the constant pull,
the other holds its jagged, ancient edges.
They share the same cold, rushing water
but tell two different stories of time;
what one keeps or what is given away.
I am grateful…so thankful…for our differences…
and know…if as a world we ever want to start healing…
We must understand our differences
are what make this world beautiful…
are what make us so appealing.
May we be blessed to remember
how in this life…love is meant to guide us
that it’s not our differences that tear us apart
it is our inability to accept them that divides us
Some wanted a mock monarchy
most were in favour of democracy
those who liked lawless preferred anarchy
few voted authoritarian
all with shifting goals, tipsy objectives
too many hands holding too many spoons
clashing in a hot soup pot, like blot bots
veggies ended in rotting heaped up coup !
FIRST PLACING : STANDARD CONTEST
Contest: Drop the Cliche
sponsor : Nette Onclaud
13.12.25
You hate me for my color.
You hate me for our differences.
You hate me for my successes.
You call me names.
You call me useless.
You call me an outsider.
You marked me as invisible.
You made me your scapegoat.
You expressed your hatred, and
Excluded me from your world,
Allowing you to define
Who was welcome into your group.
Do you feel united?
Are you at peace?
That is, until the next tension rises and
A new scapegoat needs to be found.
in the pauses between heartbeats
time stretches like endless twine ~
you sip wine made from lifeblood
write poetry with the ocean’s tears
speak in verses I’ve never tasted…
our hearts pulse to a different beat
japanese folklore
sweet souls of the departed
gentle fireflies
african culture
fireflies are bad luck
such diversity
In a mother’s eyes
no flaw is visible
her heart a quiet refuge
a place that always says welcome.
In a lover’s gaze
every glance carries meaning
but her heart can feel like a clinic
open only to wounds that don’t bleed too deep.
In a father’s world
tears are tucked away
love spoken in silence
offered through actions, never words.
But in a lover’s world
tears are dismissed as weakness
and love must be loud
a performance, always on stage.
Light
a match
let it spark
red, white, and blue.
Each hue’s so distinct.
Three, but truly we’re one.
Devour pain now and free peace,
consume the flame become fireworks.
A clear mind stems from understanding
dense differences build United States.
“Bang, Bang”,
It may Feel
Sometimes, when You’re getting
Them.
A giant list,
Requests, And All,
Complaints!
Concerns!
And worst Of all Tall,
Excessive Pleas,
to be Incomprehensible.
Preposterously Useless
to the Naked eye.
Providing No
Interesting Information
as Claymation,
Is to One,
While
animation is an Art to some,
It Depends all upon,
The Jolly sum --
Of Many feeling a,
Beautiful bird
Soar,
With Painted Wings,
Fly,
Differently than,
Claymationists.
Our lives may be parallel but
our personalities and attitudes
are quite different.
we have both been successful in
what we do, but have used
methods that suited our journeys.
you do what you do that best suits you,
I am what I am for what defines me.
we do not need to clash with
our differences in our experiences,
we can share the satisfaction of
our achievements.
if we can learn to live with our
mutual sense of happiness and well
being, there is much joy to be spread.
So when we meet, let us have a consensus
of opinion, based on mutual respect,
so we can have a meaningful dialogue,
where our bond is strengthened by
understanding,
and our lives enriched by stability,
further journeys made easier,
that fill our spaces with peace,
we can still walk away with our
differences and attitudes.
Life is a successful field
if we learn to curb our wild instincts,
and learn to respect each other’s charms
and the need to keep our differences.
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