I translated this from German to English. Which unfortunately makes it less elegant.
To share my love,
nothing more painful can I imagine,
than to tear my heart in two.
To be bound to someone eternally,
but never fully belong to him
There is neither yes nor no,
just endless desire.
To be betrayed, in the
most cruel way, is not
with the body, but
with the heart.
Chaos of emotions, Love and
Suffering have never been closer to
each other.
How will this End, no
solution in sight
With pain and tears?
I don't know
The obligation, to have to make a decision
weighs heavily on my Shoulders
I miss you
I MISS YOU (how to let go?)
Why can't I be with you?
Every day like the sunshine.
They say time heals all wounds,
But my Heart is
for all eternity to yours
Bound.
I have to comprehend,
I can't see you..
It sounds like a joke,
But to miss you this much,
It really breaks my heart!
For Pierre.
Stay a child of the sun in your life
Because whosoever hath the sun
Can give the sun!
If you love wealth, do not love me
For there are many who are richer than me
If you love beauty, do not love me
For there are many who are more beautiful than me
Yet if it is love that you love, only love me
For there is no one who loves you more than I.
heavenly father
not my will, but yours be done —
my life in your hands
some days feel heavier
than I ever admit out loud
and I wake already tired
before the morning has even settled
but there’s a part of me
that keeps going anyway
a small, stubborn spark
that refuses to go out
I’ve walked through things
that could have stopped me
yet here I am
still standing
still trying
still choosing to move forward
and I need to hear this clearly
from myself
to myself
I’m not stepping back
I’m not losing heart
I’m not letting the hard days
decide who I am
I’m not giving up on me
not now
not ever
because I deserve a life
that feels like living
not just getting through
and I’m already
on my way there
Guilty. You've chosen your poison.
You accept the worst consequences as inevitable.
Turning this around seems inconceivable.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2026
A storm is coming
The sun is shining
The birds are singing
The grass is green
That's when you know
A storm is coming
You can feel it
The tension in the air
You can sense it
The anxiety it brings
Nothing lasts forever
The high of happiness
Always brings a storm
You start to notice
The shaking in your hands
The race running through your mind
The loss of your appetite
The mess in your room
The self-isolation
A storm is coming
Darkness clouds your every thought
Everything comes raining down
As your tears flood your home
Your life thundering with anger
Hoping soon the lightning strikes you
The storm is here
Everything is destroyed
The damage is permanent
But no one seems to notice
The pain of what you’ve lost
You call for help
No one answers
Your alone
You search for safety
But you can’t escape yourself
The storm is never-ending
Until you decide to end it all
Mankind aims to colonize Mars
We plan to not repeat past mistakes
~ Nature has way of prevailing
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
Hesitation greets me like a neighbor
Boring its eyes into my skull with a friendly smile
It has no face and no skin
It doesn’t even have eyes
The morning air is hot and solid
Like water but thicker
My hands are sweaty and covered in blisters
And my legs, do not respond
The air of dirty mornings
Shifts in scent
Till the sour tang of violence
Is hanging to interrupt
My soft bones of hesitation
Listen to be called out
For a violent lie
With violent intentions
Are never good for volatile patients
So I did grasp a hope of string
Around my neck did marry me
Such intimate things
To carry me
Away with hesitation and me.
If I were a poem
metaphoric words would dance in
synchronicity,
similes would waltz the frown
from off my face.
If I were a poem
I'd wrap sonnets around you,
Like tourniquet stanzas
healing chapters in verse.
If I were a poem
cliches would clash with
unwritten rules,
words would not rhyme and dear diary would not exist.
If I were a poem
gone would be the day
that I smudged my own ink,
threw you in the bin and said
" I'm done with all this. "
Oh
if I were a poem
my legacy would remain
As a great prophet who once was
and always is-
If I were a poem.
If mothers didn't bear children,
laughter would turn into monotony:
can we imagine mankind's misery?
No infant would cry when they are hungry,
no noisy kids screaming and having fun!
Wouldn't God be mad at us,
calling us evil, selfish beings?
Wouldn't empty cribs not be rocked
while a sweet lullaby is not whispered?
A mother's duty is to bear healthy children,
God gave his blessing to devoted couples being
faithful to each other to bring forth their offspring:
how often does an unmarried mother sing?
The woman's role can be misunderstood,
many choose the single life, choosing freedom
from responsibility to pursue their dream:
have they regretted giving up their motherhood?
Feelings of worthlessness consumed Derek
Of course it rained today, ruining his last day off work
Drips and drops of disappointment drizzled down his dendrites
He heard his sigh before he recognized it as his soul giving up
Wasted life
Some days...
I just want to give up.
Most days...
like I'm never good enough to
feel something real.
These days...
I feel down...
I feel down!
In need of love.
In need of love.
Someone to hold.
Someone to hold.
In need of passion.
In need of hope.
I feel I need your love...
your love...
Some days...
Every day I try something new
And hope my plans don't go askew;
Because of this horrible quitting through and through
Thought I'd start knitting
But never thought of committing;
The name 'quitter' seems fitting.
I'll play Badminton for a day
But when it gets hard I'd rather not stay;
In this arena of players who paved their way.
They weren't like me,
Who has a procrastination guarantee;
When the game got tough, they didn't flee.
Thousands of things I said I'd do
That I tried to eschew;
And that's why, they're way overdue.
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