My love are you near?
My love are you away ?
My love why won’t you stay?
As eyes gets older one thinks the mind is forever stuck
As eyes gets older one thinks of the found memories
As eyes gets older one thinks of the sadness that came.
We met with smiles and glee
We met under the trees
We met with fury and anger
We played till sunrise to sunset
We played and hide under the trees
We played and dance in the rain
Do you remember the last night we touched
Do you remember the last night we danced
Do you remember the last night we fought
As you go to another do you still remember my name
As I go to another will I still remember your name
As we are in another arms do we still call on one another
Remember me when you’re old
Remember me when you’re under a tree
Remember me when you hear our songs
As I open my eyes I throw a rose under the tree we use to hide
I grow old while you’re forever stuck
For as it is I who can’t move on
And I leave a rose by your memory of what you are now
When my eyes close and I think my last thought
I see you again and now we are both in the stars.
High school love life... memorable with sheer delight
prevailing still against oblivion's attack!
Such is a romantic reminiscence lingering in my heart
since I experienced being love-stricken as a teen-ager...
Oh, those red paper roses
enclosing fresh white ones
scented sweetly with baby cologne
made me feel I was the very apple of his eye...
Then love notes wholeheartedly penned
(though copied) held me spell-bound
midst his "My ever dearest" greeting
and "Very sincerely yours" closing...
Yes, high school love life
proved that "I was not abnormal"
who was only in love with academics
because I believed that he and I were mutually in a relationship...
...Now, I can only bask with thrilling moments
letting exuberance gripped me
when talking about my high school "crush"
while thanking God* for His love allowing me to keep what I cherish.
*1Thessalonians 5:18 In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.
February 11, 2026
1st place, "A Time For Us" Poetry Writing
Sponsored by JCB Brul; judged on 3/3/2026
26 years ago we met
kept in touch over the years
seeing each other once or twice
texting a lot when we can
thinking about each other a lot
I'm always with someone though
never alone to find my way and explore
now you're moving out of the country
will we ever see each other?
was or is our love doomed?
was it ever loved to begin with?
I want to know
don't you want to know?
if we could have ever been
we always fall short for the ones we love
leaving broken hearts to mend
but the scars are forever there to stay overthinking won't heal the heart
The one that got away
Is one you never really had
Someone worthy would’ve stuck around
Through the good and the bad
The one that get away
Only did you a favor
Because that’s not a flavor
That you really wanna savor
The one that got away
Was only around for the good
They wouldn’t stick by you in hard times
Like a real man or woman would
The one that got away
Really didn't elude you
They only out the way
So that you could do you
The one that got away
Wasn't the one at all
But the sum of all the other lames
With whom you shan’t involve
It's been years since we spoken
Most things hadn't changed at all
Our youth had started to dwindle
But her beauty It could not fall
Back the we had big dreams
Though the we could change
I laugh when think about them
They are optimistic and strange
The one dream I had back then
The one I wished had come true
Was to be in love and stay forever
I wanted to spend my life loving you
To this day you will always be
That one lover that got away
And as I look at you right now
You're just as beautiful today
MANY moons ago
MARY met a male.
MARK was his name.
HARK to their tale.
HARD to catch was he,
HARE like was his gait.
HERE ends the story,
HERS was far too late
Was Santa pushed? let the Jury decide
The Jury are gunning for Terry's hide
Terry then started to wail
Because they denied him bail
They then charged him with violent Santacide.
"Not guilty you cretins it wasn't me"
Judge asked" are you pleading insanity "?
While the Judge was distracted
Terry moved quick and acted
Hopped over the court railing and was free.
For now anyway
Written 30th November 2022
Thank you,
the one that got away.
It's no use wondering
what might've been
We were never meant be.
I do wish you well.
Thank you,
the one that got away.
A little birdie told me
you did steal the heart
of another; I wish you both the best!
It's the way destiny intended it.
Thank you,
the one that got away.
Our spark of romance
never lit as we were much
too young to understand
what love meant then.
Thank you so much,
the one that got away,
because you've led me
to my true love, my precious
jewel of a wife.
It's the way destiny intended it.
Date written: 07/05/2020
With eyes so deep and dark, I could get lost
soul-sinking into them; with a mouth
tasting of berries, and with hands
that held magic in their touch,
he was the one that got
away. . . if only
I knew what would
have happened
had he
stayed.
For Silent One's Contest: The One That Got Away
I think she knew, I wasn’t sure,
About the way I felt,
That every time she spoke to me,
My heart would almost melt.
Her long dark hair enchanted me,
I loved her perfect smile,
We’d talk meaningless trivia,
So I could stay a while.
I once sent her a valentine,
The words I still recall,
But I was shy and nervous then,
Her, confident and tall.
On holiday, a postcard,
I did send to her address,
Perhaps if I had asked her out,
She’d maybe have said yes.
Few years ago I found out,
That she lives in USA,
She’s something of an expert,
In corrosion so they say.
She told me of her children,
And I told her about mine,
I asked if she recalled me,
Yes, her memory was fine.
So she’s the one who got away,
Though never cruel or mean,
But last time that I saw her,
We were both only sixteen!
We came together to look out from
our respective balconies
He lived in the opposite house from me
This went on all summer, I felt all warm and fuzzy
The day he left for college he waved goodbye to me
I looked sad, I felt bad, from now on it was
summer love for me.
The next time I saw him he had grown taller,
My heart skipped a beat it was a repeat of a visual treat
He caught my gaze and set it ablaze
But this time around he made it a point to talk to me.
We would catch glimpse’s of each other
Like the sun catches the fresh new leaves
Love blossomed this year, it was summer love for both
under the shadow of the balcony.
His father held an Army Job and got a transfer
He left one day from the house opposite to me
Time flew by, and we moved our separate ways
He was my first love, the one that got away.
THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY.
The pleasant odour of her bodily juices on my sheets,
Crumples of her blood red lipstick stains on my cheeks,
The sweet, soft brush of her hands and finger prints,
Her resonant smooth voice that made my eyes squint,
Her dark radiant skin,
Flawless, as though painted by the most delicate hand,
Her impeccable mango chin,
Fine-made, like a carefully carved brown slate
That flimsy light dress,
Casually following the contouring of her curved shape,
Those wild expressionless eyes,
Luring my lust into her attractive snares,
She is the memory of one night and a day,
She is the one that got away…
One day,
Even your voice will fade
To a dull echo far behind my thoughts.
And maybe then,
Ill be free.
Or perhaps,
I will go on
Hearing your voice down vacant hallways
Calling me nearer
And you'll stay.
Whichever you choose
I will not argue.
I will not resist.
For I would rather remember how you are in the moment,
Than a soft ache
In the back of my mind
Constantly reminding me of a nameless absence
Not even I
Dare name.
Falling for her was like summer rain,
First drizzle, then hurricane;
With thunders, with lightning, heavy and fast,
Meant to dishevel, but never to last.
Being with her was an autumn fire,
Vibrant and quiet, a bright red desire.
For she was fresh coffee brewed in the morning,
And you were vodka down her throat burning.
She was Sundays sleeping in with your T-shirt on,
She was nights spent late, talking ‘till dawn,
But you were bare feet on cold ground,
An old toy in a box of lost and found.
Falling out of love with her
Was made of details in a blur.
A door slammed, a few regrets,
Late nights buried in cigarettes,
Voices breaking, ‘could have been’s,
Driving off roads made of dreams.
Her, a wild tale without age,
You, who loved her page by page.
The one that got away (Ten word challenge-2 Contest sample)
An AMBIVALENT mood engulfs me, as BITTERSWEET memories
meander in my mind.I was 15 she was 17,yes an older woman.
She was so ARCANE, mysterious, and FLAMBOYANT at the same time.
She was the QUINTESSENCE of sophistication, a LUSCIOUS ripe fruit
waiting for a TACTILE experience.
I was so innocent, so QUIESCENT in my thoughts, I felt I needed
an INTERCESSOR, to offer my IMMOLATION of love to her.
So, I asked my best friend to approach her for me, and ask her to dance.
They danced the night away together, yes she was the one that got away!
Sample for ten word challenge-2 contest
10 obligatory words to be used highlighted
in capital letters.
Give it a try!
Looking forward to your entry!
John Derek Hamilton
October26,2016
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