If love were a race, you would be my finish line. If life were a battle, you would be my victory. You are not just in my heart, you were engraved upon it by God Himself.
From the moment you entered my life, you made my ordinary days feel like a celebration. Your smile is my sunrise, your voice is my peace, and your love is the medal I wear proudly upon my soul.
You are cherished beyond words, adored beyond measure, and loved beyond time. You make me want to be better, love deeper, and live truer. With you, I have found not just a girlfriend, but a treasure, a trophy, a gift I never want to lose.
So today, I crown you My Queen, My Joy, My Forever Medal. May you read this and feel how deeply you are loved, how endlessly you are valued, and how truly you are the reason my heart beats with happiness.
Forever Yours.
Your lips oh, your lips,
They are not merely lips,
They are poetry that forgot how to stay on paper,
A soft, sacred scripture that my heart recites.
When you speak, the world grows quiet to listen,
When you smile, even sorrow forgets how to stay.
And your white teeth,
Like pearls guarded behind the gates of Eden,
Like the first snow that heaven lets fall at dawn,
Orderly, luminous, pure
They do not just shine, they illuminate.
Your smile is not an expression,
It is a revelation.
Your lips carry your kindness,
Your teeth hold your joy,
And when both meet in laughter,
I swear, my soul finds its home.
For God took His time sculpting that smile,
He made it a medal of grace upon your face,
And every time you give it to me,
I win I win at life, at love, at everything.
Keep smiling, my love,
For your lips are my prayer,
And your white teeth, my light.
And with that light,
I will top up on every chat,
I will conquer every day,
Because your smile is my victory.
They beckon beyond the blue
voices mellow with warmth
leaving us lighthearted
and longing to glide
through the starry heavens
celebrating our freedom
and our inherent right to
express ourselves in
the graceful and poetic
language of love
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
DANCE
removes
all stressors
when stirred by music
passion ignites movements
for free expression of self
"fun, legal intoxication"
It’s only you that I see. In my eyes, in my thoughts, in every place I go. I’ve walked through so many places, met so many faces, but yours is different. Yours is unique. You are absolutely gorgeous beautiful inside and out. You are everything a man could ever pray for, everything that makes the heart settle and the soul feel at home. With you, ordinary moments turn sacred. Your smile is my peace, your voice is my favorite sound, and your presence is the kind of love I never knew I needed until I found it in you. It’s only you. Always you.
It’s only you that I see everywhere I go. You’re my constant thought and my sweetest distraction. You’re beautiful in a way that words can barely hold gorgeous in spirit, radiant in heart, and rare in the way you love. You are everything beautiful, everything gentle, everything I’ve ever wanted. Being with you feels like coming home to a place I didn’t know I was missing. You make my world softer, brighter, and infinitely more meaningful. It’s only you.
Lock me behind bars,
Hide my eyes under the cloudy sky.
Sweet to burn my heart,
Kiss my nape and burn my soul.
Lovely crime, to love a boy.
He despises the fate I write,
The will I wish to sign.
O dear Lord, I beg as I close the closet,
How gay, and never overjoyed,
Over loving a man who hates my wine.
I plead to close the gates of my closet,
So, I never let him out of my mind.
Diamonds locked inside the safe.
Don’t Judge the Cover of My Book
Females
If I gain a little weight, I am too much or fat.
If I get too skinny, I am not enough.
If I wear makeup, you say, “Be natural.”
If I stay natural, you say, “Ugly.”
No matter what I do is wrong to someone.
Men
If I show emotions, I’m soft.
If I’m just nice, I’m trying too hard.
If I don’t, I’m dirty.
If I talk a lot, I’m annoying.
If I stay quiet, I’m weird.
If I focus on school, I’m boring.
If I don’t, I’m dumb.
If I trust people, I get played.
If I don’t, I’m hard to deal with.
No matter what I do is wrong to someone.
Society
The internet rules, judging us humans by the cover of our books,
but are not reading the chapters inside.
I mean, why?
Why do we judge our people by race,
our hair or face,
how we act
and how we don’t act?
You’re over here wondering why I can’t be myself,
because if I act like you, I am cool,
but if I act like me, I am weird.
no matter what size
shape or
form
poetry is
a creative
expression
The air is thick with dust and whispers,
shadows stretch like long-forgotten hands.
In the art room, the canvases wait—
some bold, some broken, all unwilling to be silent.
A sunset canvas shouts first,
its colours bleeding, desperate—
“I was fire once! I burned the sky!
Now I am nothing but fading light.”
A storm looms beside it, violent, raw,
its waves clawing at the frame.
"I rage, I roar, yet I am trapped!"
"Who will sail my waters? Who will drown in my night?"
An old woman watches from another painting,
her eyes hollow, lips pursed in secret.
"They painted my smile, but not my sorrow."
"Look deeper—do you see me now?"
And then, in the corner—unfinished, trembling—
a blank canvas breathes in the silence.
Half-formed figures whisper in the mist of paint.
“I am not yet. I am becoming.”
The room shudders, the colours pulse,
stories scream from their frames,
aching to be seen, desperate to be heard—
but will you listen?
My favorite expression?
" We’ll see about that tomorrow."
I have to buy strawberries,
" We’ll see about that tomorrow."
I have to walk for two hours,
" We’ll see about that tomorrow."
I need to make an appointment
With the doctor, or the mechanic,
" We’ll see about that tomorrow."
I have to read Marc Aurèle,
I have to call Daniel, a friend,
" We’ll see about that tomorrow."
it gives me time to dream,
To go watch the sunrise,
To listen to Korean music
To go for a walk facing the sea,
Or better yet, to go to the cinema and see
The awakening of the mummy,
" We’ll see about that tomorrow."
It makes me happy
" We’ll see about that tomorrow."
What is the best to say?
The shivering heights shall no longer be climbed
The rumbling growls shall no longer be heard
For ye do not show up the least as last
My fast is broken, my celibacy is destroyed
What shall I do now?
Go to Hell?
Never know, never know!
AAAAAuuch! I am in utter pain,
My stomach aches, and intestines seem swollen.
What did I eat last night?
Do not know, Do not know!
You know what I mean
with a pen and some paper
they will then be seen
With keyboard and screen
we type them all quickly down
before they are lost
Ideas or thoughts
expressed in common language
understood can be
When ideas formed
are remembered in the mind
by words they're expressed
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The passage of time, an expression that brings together a barrage of feelings that, if we are not aware, carries us without scruples through experiences that—depending on their importance—subdue us in their passing, taking hold of our dependence for long periods. And if we do not awaken from its advance, it would take us without pause to a lamentable end where, after a merciless inventory, we would see that not everything was as we would have wished, without the joy of being able to turn time back.
So let us learn from that past and continue looking, with our own strength, toward a future that smiles upon us—with love!!!!!
Lraularguellesmtz!!!!!
lovers Concerns
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Idealism tripped over it's shoe laces
chivalry sat on the floor
expectations of a lover
crumbled a mountain
her Glamware was to hard to ignore
unrealistic romantic standards
guide foolish people
seems they alway missing out
treats still bring laughter
tricks still kind people in doubt
from my understanding of love
it's a two way thing
simple expectations
still make hardworking people dream
Love in it's worthiness
is worth more than gold
prosects of finding love
is a mystery often untold
You gotta be truest to me in our doings
keeping our lovers respect
faithful to one another and everything
even when we reject
we aint jiving and we
need to figure it out
that what love really is
that's what love is all about
Citing religous hindering
often comes from those someone else
putting us gainst one another
tryna keep us in conflict
there non traditional ways
cause us to devalue our own
let stay together my lady
keep our voices in our lovers tone
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