I need you like heart its beat
It doesn’t matter what’s happening
Or what you look like my darling
I’ll keep you to myself anyway
And even for the sun is clear
That you will marry me
Because I truly love you,
You have done what
No other woman
In the world can do
It’s not all about money
Your heart is richer
Than of those
Ladies that I ever saw
It’s not even in visage
Lie with your heart
Equal to an angelic
Nobody but you only
Has such a cosmic charm
Once a poor needy child turned up at school
In just an oversized jumper, no shoes
She was soon taken from out of the class
Never saw her again, the poor sad lass.
I recall her, hoping that all is well
Did she find happiness, or was life hell
Maybe she's a wife and a mother too
I sincerely hope all her dreams came true.
I need a good wife,
Who's ready to be my spouse.
I'll give you my life,
And you will reign in my house.
Take me as in-law,
Parents who raised a beauty.
I come with no flaw—
Her care will be my duty.
Whether tall or short,
I care not, so long there's love.
Care her strong forte,
Her true self clear, not in glove.
Time in endless dash,
So age pleads on my behalf.
Let your true love splash
Into my heart, make me laugh.
Everybody wants a hero until they're defeated, flat on their back looking up at the Villain standing over them. Be careful what you wish for, we all have desires and needs that consume us. In the end though we all fall, remember even Satan wasn't always a sinner or looked down upon.
Time chased after me like a raging storm, uninterrupted not even by sleep.
It was there, I was caged as spoils of war unseen by men
In a world, I commanded. Unaware of how easy it could have been to escape
I returned each night. Guided only by instinct. Friend or Foe
Scripted or impromptu
You appeared to me, at your own choosing.
Love transcends worlds. Powerful / Pure.
I read his name carney, i saw dark clouds gather as as an army.' I hear such black blarney.'
See Canada has maybe gone barmy.dead maple leaves, lay; yet more slippery and smarmy..Under a carney so carney
Doing more harm, than an enemy army..Oh
Prime-sinister (mark carney)
Chorus..
Oh its carney; mark carney..Mark his
Moniker, in alarm alarm be.' Awake
Canada, get real lively..And I'm sure that you
Will see. You need good rid of (mark carney)
Some days I want to die,
I want the pain to end,
None of my texts send,
There’s a stain on my shirt,
Why am I so alert?
How are you unhurt?
I can’t remember where it came from,
White turns red,
I can’t forget the words he said,
Now my white shirt is red,
Everything you said repeats in my head,
Give me back my mind,
All that’s there are the memories you signed,
On days I want to die
I know I must survive,
The one who brings my pain,
I won’t let you gain
For another shed his blood like rain,
As I watch the stain spread until all is red,
And I hear what he said,
I remember,
I do not bleed alone,
For another’s blood was shed for me,
When I cannot see,
And pain is all that guides me,
I remember,
An innocent killed,
300 prophecies fulfilled,
A love so strong,
He forgives every wrong,
His words a song,
Now I belong
He holds me through the pain,
Satan shall make no gain,
Every breath a reminder of who was slain,
In Jesus’ name I proclaim:
“Please take this pain,
For it is you who does reign,”
what are they there for?
what's it got to do with anything?
i am confident on this one
throw away your vertigo stick
they measure my son's height
to get into the opera
they don't measure me
but i tell them they should
as i am at the pinnacle of opera sensitivity
my friend is between baritone and alto
i'm between the car and the theatre
as i search for the venue on my phone
we are one metre away
between the peanuts and the legal drinking age
the performance begins
and i recognise the aria
i turn to my son and whisper,
"this is from that car advert."
there is no interval
and i feel tough
i shudder when i think that the earth takes a whole day to rotate
but we flim flam out of the opera house
there are still tickets for Don Giovanni
it apparently ends in hell
so swallowed up in the life to come, no longer inhabitants of this world
the following week we see Spongebob the Musical
TO THE NEED OF LOVE’S GREAT WAR
Rockets and bombings,
Replace peace and harmony;
Death, toasting with blood:-
Let us go to peace,
Feeding those starving from war:
Bombing them with love:-
“You can’t do that”.
“That’s too difficult for you”.
“You’re not intelligent enough”.
“You won’t know what to do”.
Please don’t take my dreams away
Don’t doubt me before I can even start;
I have confidence in myself…
I believe in myself…
My dreams come straight from my heart.
It’s hard for me each day to be optimistic
When you are repeatedly and dreadfully pessimistic.
Just let me have my dreams
No matter how impossible to you they may seem;
We all need to have belief in something
We all need to have a dream.
Who knows, maybe someday I’ll make my dreams come true;
I will have a smile on my face while I say,
“See? My dreams ARE achievable!
I told you”!
My vacant thoughts were suddenly occupied.
My granddaughter approached with her worry,
asking, “If I was going to die.”
I had to stretch my lie
into immortality;
wrap my assurance around her —
a temporary sleight of hand, until
she figures out the trick.
I wasn’t going anywhere, unlike
her other grandpa, who had boarded
an early celestial train, she explained —
a gentler fabrication that will run out of tracks.
The forecast ahead calls for bittersweet tears,
mixed feelings, and periods of sorrow,
until the recurring clouds of reluctance lift.
Dad’s mom was going on a trip.
I couldn’t come with.
I had begged and pleaded with her.
A firm “no” led to my tears and anger.
I was used to getting my way.
Now, as a grandfather, once again —
clouds are starting to gather.
Pointed at his heart
Ready for its start
Pointed at her eyes
Where a future lies
Pointed at her hand
For what he had planned
Offered the ring
Diamond, sparkling
So proclaiming his love
Before the gods above
Traced her tear
Not of fear
But of joy and elation
Upon a new foundation
A new life to spend together
In sunshine
And stormy weather
Just Walking hand in hand
Upon laping beaches;
Their toes crushing the sand
Sunken moons
Blissful noons
Sounds of their childrens' laughter
The Ivy adorned rafter
The glowing hearth fire
Seeing life entire
How like a dream
It could all seem
But when he looks at her
Knowing no dream better
Than her beautiful smile
ten things I need if I only get ten choices
and I get stranded on a desert island
1. electricity
2. water
3. food
4. breathable air
5. internet access
6. my phone
7. I-pad
8. TV
9. dog, Buddy
10. dog, Beau
I might have traded number eight for my husband
but then he whined.
I detest whining.
If you see her mother in the ocean, you need not see her in the mansion.
The wind in our hair
Some excitement was what we were craving
Got more than we bargained
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
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