They lined the streets with bodies ~ we'd been cursed with a modern day black plague.
American sentence: 17-syllables
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Glistening sun and cobblestone streets
Towering cathedrals and blistering feet
Walking past shops gelato in hand
Mom steps into a church as usual, unplanned
Altars rise a bove us, stained glass in every window
Candles and holy water with a crypt just below
Back into town with such bustling people
I turn around and say goodbye to the steeple
Even from here, I can smell the fried food
We stop at a lookout, and my eyes become glued
Beautiful tows and Greenery for miles
It's a special kind of view bringing us smiles
The light hits my eyes, I'm back in my room
Outside my window only darkness and gloom
It's for the best, I've got school and things still
But someday I'll go back, I know that I will
I came across a distant memory
A dear old friend who once was close to me
We lived our teenage years so long ago
And to see him there, well, it set my heart aglow
We hadn’t spoken for so many years
Yet the warmth allayed my apprehensive fears
I imagined we’d be strangers from our youth
And we’d strive for things to say, to tell the truth
Losing touch was such an awful shame
His face was old, although it looked the same
As years go by you somehow grow apart
There’s still no reason friendships can’t restart
We talked about the present and the past
And got answers to the questions that we asked
After all these years we didn’t have to try
Because the conversation never seemed to dry
We laughed about our lives back in the day
And how some guys stayed and others moved away
About the pipedreams that we had away back then
And what we’d do if we had that time again
These friendships grow important as we age
Every passing day, life turns a brand new page
Those connections that we forge are filled with care
So hold them to your heart and keep them there
The cold is now a distant memory
As snowfall comes the heaviest in years
With drifts now formed of northern wind that blows
For all I see is covered, it appears
Pure white the only color now that shows
The chill inside my body steady grows
I can’t believe this morning that I chose
I shiver as I’m trudging through the gate
My hands and feet are frozen to the core
When will this frigid weather soon abate
Not sure I can withstand this anymore
Have never seen such weather, this before
I wonder what the future has in store
When suddenly such beauty comes my way
Of every dream my mind might hope to see
Her face as if a heavenly display
My eyes, behold, the warmest artistry
True love this day is standing next to me
The cold is now a distant memory
My heart hath found this morning ever grand
An angel born this winter wonderland
11/27/18
Written for: The Winter Wonderland Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Urban Sonnet
I know that I’m a distant memory
and you have found another
I don't regret loving you
A piece of my heart will always
belong to you and you alone
You taught me how to love
with my entire being
And for that I will
always be
grateful
3-7-17
Alexis Y.
Tears rolling down my face,
wetting the paper as I try to write.
Remembering the days when you could
look into a crowded room and only notice me.
Such a far far distant memory.
Your deception and unfaithfulness clouding
my thoughts.
I said I could forgive you, but forget I can not.
Your wrong plays over and over in my head each
time stinging my already wounded soul.
Promises no longer do you keep.
This is not how I pictured my forever with you
would be.
I sit in a darkened room
on a damp, dreary day,
thinking about a certain someone
and about a certain perfume...
both aroused my senses,
both aroused my needs.
She was a beautiful young woman of grace,
and I, a headstrong young man,
our eyes met,
my heart began to race,
this young maiden
I just knew that it had to be.
Our time was grand,
it churned passionately for a time;
this young maiden and
that certain perfume fueled me,
but like an uncontrollable wildfire
it had to be extinguished.
That was many years ago,
our love - my loss,
my heart was ripped in two,
her memory haunts me so...
that certain someone,
that certain perfume.
For "Free Verse Frenzy" contest sponsored by Catie Lindsey.
The wind echo's through the trees,
As the smell of new beginnings fills the air.
In the distance the ocean dances to and thru,
It's sweet caress luring a happy but tired soul.
The clouds speak many stories,
Some sad, some happy,
While the sun kissed sky smiles down.
The heat of the sand beckons,
As I lay for just one minute.
Minutes turn to an hour,
The beauty surrounding me will not let go.
I don't want to forget this moment,
Of unexplained freedom.
Forever buried deep inside,
A memory that means nothing,
And yet means the world
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