Long Love contest Poems
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Written in response to traveling west on a highway facing the sun setting behind dark gray clouds
Come ride into life's uncertain sunset
Where dark clouds may accumulate with dread
Sun's only peeking through mostly ordained
Giving life those moments when with wingspread
One soars in the presence of the Son's love
Feeling His voice tenderly saying come
Feast at my table of gifts tasty, Dove
Focus your eyes upon my beauty some
Ride to life's sunset whatever circumstance
It may present, hold my hand_understand
This is new ground for me_hope accrescence
In love of mankind for heading to promise land
Uncertain skies streaked with gray, sun at bay
Love can lift, sustain, ingrain us for day!
accrescence means growth, continous growth
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Sponsor: Michael Falotico
Contest:No Nams On This Love Contest
She weeps at the ocean, swallowing tears
She thought she had met a sweet, humble, man
Then, his furtive actions confirmed her fears
Waves crash, where a nonchalant person ran
Here on the beach where they met in the past
Where all kisses and promises were made
Now his shallow heart haunts her very fast
All broken with shells in blown dunes that fade
Lost love disappears in the salty mist
Deep pain engulfs her on the empty shore
Mistaken, lonely, so shocked by the twist
She reminds herself there will be no more
She will be an ascetic if she must
Until ocean tides replenish her trust
1/15/18
*Entry for English sonnet Lost Love Contest. Sponsor: John Hamilton
Words included: ascetic, humble, furtive, nonchalant, shallow
I hover back and forth under a dim lamp
Waiting for his grip to open the door;
My breath pulses at a beloved’s sight
As one circle of tear envelops these eyes--
That my body melts away... down to its core
When nights faraway plead for his return.
Though a soldier’s toil rakes a heart in silence
Never can love be more intensely pure...
For he is an eternal fire, a song, a universe
Ordained by destiny to cradle life’s hours;
Commanding time its unfolding of our dreams—
I am his soul-woman, the moonglow amidst tempest
While he, he protects me with his blood
The rush of zeal on ember and quietude,
Cherishing my essence with reverence...
In devout fervor, he saves me from the darkness
Of waiting through long evening’s haul---
And into the gloam of morning, I breathe him in as mine.
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07/04/2019
Slave To Love Contest sponsored by John Hamilton
Knowing how to explain love would make me a wealthy billionaire.
I have so many ideas, but they are mine, and maybe no one else’s.
If I am lucky, we might share a couple of theories, but love is so ambiguous.
A term that means so many different things to so many.
To me love is a puppy, kitty, lilac, lily, hug, kiss, shoulder pat, rainbow.
Some parents swear they are showing love when they beat their children.
“My dad loves my sister,” a boy told me once. “He tore the cover off the Bible beating her.”
Many women love their man no matter how badly they get treated, for they cannot stop.
“If you go home, he will kill you,” my nurse friend told the patient.
But she loved him, so she had to prove it, right?
To me this is a sad schema of what love is.
What kinds of people do you run with? You ask.
All kinds of people. Loving, everyday hopeful, optimistic trusting people.
Love is so many different things to us,
based on our experience, background, and heritage.
In some families love is a tradition, it is the thing to do,
expressed freely and warmly.
In other families, the matriarch tells you who, when, where and if to love.
Our ideas about love are often based on sounds, fragrances, memories, we share with no one.
The only thing I can tell you about for sure is, that love is tricky.
What is Love Contest
Written 2-3-2021
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
AN HOUR WITH YOU
If I perchance could have my time again
And, knowing what I know, could alter course.
To veer left when the signpost right said “pain”
And shun those paths which only brought remorse.
If riches could be mine beyond my dreams
And all that I survey, mine on request.
A perfect end to all my plans and schemes,
Long balmy summer days at my behest.
Naught would I change if as a consequence
I lost the love I hold so very dear.
Indulgence would be little recompense
If day by day I did not have you near.
All other pleasures in my whole life through,
I’d give them all to spend one hour with you.
2nd February 2020
Sonnet True Love Contest
Sponsor - Brenda Chiri
I was only four,
when we moved to a colder climate.
My old home was warm all year long,
I am now going to see the winter season.
My first winter was on it's way,
with each new day it was getting colder.
Then I saw it for the very first time,
snow covered the ground~trees everything.
I ran outside,
I wanted to feel the snow.
I built my first snowman,
I call this winter love.
Date Written:2/23/2022
1 Place
Winter Love Contest Judged:2/25/2022
Sponsored by: JCB Brul
What a good night kiss! I think I've fallen in love.
Each time you take my hand and pull me close to you,
there's a trembling in my heart. I hope you feel it, too.
Something in me responded to the warmth of that kiss.
So gentle; I felt like a flower caressed by morning mist.
The touch of your lips on mine. Oh, the memory lingers.
Love the way you hold my hand and entwine our fingers.
It must be love! I want to sing words of passion's song.
Stay wrapped in your arms and dance all night long.
My dream tonight will be so sweet, for I will be with you.
And by the time night is over and the sky has turned blue,
I will have confessed my love with each whispered breath.
A love to pale the brightest diamond; to last beyond death.
If love is meant to be, meet me in the black velvet sky.
Close your eyes, take my hand, and away we will fly
through the light of golden stars and silver moonbeams.
Good night, Darling. I love you. I'll see you in my dream.
November 24th, 2015
In The Mood For Love Contest
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
The music is low, as the pages unfold
A dusty worn novel, on bent-spinal shores
These classic old books, are my treasures of gold
A narrative story, with mystery's core
Latitude England, heavy with multitudes
of somber descriptions, and fictional lore
Chapters reread, opened with gratitude
Moldy with knowledge, elegant diction
Read once again, revises new attitudes
Timeless depictions are viewed with conviction
I find new adventures while reading each phrase
Loving old heroines, claims my addiction
My own place to spend time and ponder the maze
and to find some conclusion, left in a daze
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For "A Vice You Love" contest
Sponsor Rob Carmack
She was the love of my life
My first love, my only love.
Back in high school,
She was a perfect 10--
Poised, beautiful and sexy,
The center of my world,
The apple of my eye;
Whatever I did, I did for her,
I hung onto her every word,
My eyes constantly sought her,
I breathed her name,
She reigned over my
thoughts and dreams.
And then, my world fell apart
When she jilted me and
married my best friend.
It's been over 30 years
since I last met her
And couldn't help wondering
What was it of her that
so hopelessly attracted me?
Here she is now,
Standing just next to me
Yet seems far away,
Babbling away trifling things,
Looking plain and homely,
Uninteresting, unattractive!
Funny how time has a way of
belittling our loftiest dreams,
Ridiculing our fervent ideal,
Wearing out our most
passionate longing;
But also healing
our deepest wounds--
If only we give
Time some time!
First Love contest by Frank Herrera
Susie teetered into Bill’s office, wearing a skintight miniskirt
Sat on Bill’s knee for dictation. She was an outrageous flirt
Soon Bill was smitten and couldn’t resist her ample charms
He forgot about his wife and kids and fell into Susie's arms
That was the lusty beginning of their clandestine love affair
Young Susie is a man-eater and calls Bill her "Honey Bear"
Bill’s wife discovered his deception and asked for a divorce
She’ll keep it out of the media for a huge settlement, of course!
As soon as his divorce was finalised he made Susie his wife
Susie’s only twenty. Bill wanted a carer for the rest of his life
Bill’s eighty-five years old and Susie stroked his thinning hair
and denies her attraction to him is that Bill’s a multi millionaire!
They say age doesn’t matter, especially when you are ‘in love’
That depends if you’re the ‘secretary’ who's married to ‘the ‘guv’!
Within a year Bill was dead and Susie worked for another VIP
I've heard she takes dictation while sitting naughtily upon his knee
Age doesn’t matter when you’re in love Contest
Sponsored by Julie leigh Rodeheaver
12-16-17