At 11/30/05 05:38 PM, Andersson wrote: Hmmm, you might not have noticed, but the topic is love poems not sex.

And keep the vulgarity down, alright?

And let us from now on read the rules and not misunderstand "love poems" with "make love poems". Alright?

fair enough well thanks for telling me that as the next one could have included a pulp fiction esque gimp style to it.

At 11/30/05 05:48 PM, Monolock wrote: The topic for the next round should at least be posted! I came up with my love poem in the spur of the moment. But others who post need time to be creative.

That's the point. You have a limited timeframe to come up with your poem, that's what makes it interesting.

As you have seen, the poems do have to be new and fresh in this round, and only some will go to the next round and so on.

But in the next round the poem must be new, and I will not reveal any of the other topics. Everyone have the same chance.

Typo:

The poem must not be new in this round.

ok i got a poem.

your love is what fuels my soul,
and keeps me out of my own dark hole.
and when i'm all alone and dont know what to do,
i know that your love will pull me through.

At 11/30/05 07:26 PM, Terkoz wrote: ok i got a poem.

That is exactly what it is about!

A very good example of a love poem, and a contribution aswell. =)

At 11/30/05 07:30 PM, Andersson wrote:

At 11/30/05 07:26 PM, Terkoz wrote: ok i got a poem.

That is exactly what it is about!

A very good example of a love poem, and a contribution aswell. =)

thanks man. i haven't loved any girl for a while, so that took some time and effort

At 11/30/05 07:16 PM, Andersson wrote: Typo:

The poem must not be new in this round.

Must not be new? I hate to sound like an overly-assertive and questioning arsehole, but what's the point in that? You're getting a much less balanced competition that way.

At 11/30/05 07:32 PM, Earfetish wrote: Must not be new? I hate to sound like an overly-assertive and questioning arsehole, but what's the point in that? You're getting a much less balanced competition that way.

I know, but we already got contributions that definitely ain't new, which is why I will let people continue to use old love poems this round.

I'm no Casanova and I know it
Heck, I'm not even a real poet
I lack the Shakespearean might
To serenade you every night

But when you hold my trembling hand
I hope that you can understand
Though the words may not be art
What I truely feel in my heart

When we're together, I find
That your love is in my mind
Let me describe our beauty
Oh, let me fulfill my duty

It's the sprinkles on the sundae
It's the hug getting home on Monday
It's your footsteps on the floor
That keep me coming back for more

It's your garden in the spring
It's the sparkle of your ring
It's remembering how you smiled
And oh how that drove me wild

It's your cute, pretty little face
It's your loving, sweet embrace
It's waking in the middle of the night
Knowing everything's gonna be all right

Sure it's mushy but it's true
But it's the best that I can do
With man's mortal words and phrases
To describe my love's phases

Well now, take a look at the time
That's enough of this silly rhyme
If you really want to know my cares
Let's go (wink wink) upstairs...

ok ok ok ok. Roses are red, Violets are blue, Most poems ryme, But this one doesnt

Beat that

The Ice Cream Truck

It was a sweltering day
With no end in sight
When something happened
That gave me a fright

Ding, ding, ding
The ice cream truck rings
As it suddenly appeared at the end of the street
I longed for the moment we would finally meet

Icy-cold popsicles tasting of lime
The most delicious food I’d had in a time
Tasty confections to soothe my palate
Frozen treats as hard as a mallet

In a moment’s time my patience was gone
My legs set off across the lawn
Then I suddenly bolted straight down the street
Because I so, so yearned for those sweet

After catching the truck
It would not slow
The tears in my eyes began to grow

At that moment I realized it would not slow its pace
It would continue to drive right down the road
I wiped the stream of tears off my face
And slowly walked back to my humble abode

Hmmm, alot of poems. =)

Nice, just keep them coming folks. ;-)

My cheese is baking fast
Our love must surely last
I contemplate my grater
You're a chronic masturbator
Slicing bits of toast
Walks along the coast
My coffee's nearly ready
My hand is rarely steady
I sit and have my lunch
Crunch, crunch, crunch
Our love's just like a pickled onion, floating on the sea
I need to pee

Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
You are so hot
So I Love You

Love:

Love is stupid,
I'd rather hate.

But because I can't hate,
I will kill!!!! OMFGMISSILE!

At 12/1/05 02:06 PM, gumOnShoe wrote: 5 more days to get your entries in

Wow so many people have entered. It shows some great talent people, keep it up. And also, this is the #100th reply. Lol yay!

I will enter this

a collection of well dont know how to describe it its something to do with the love poems but with a twist.

roses are red violets are blue hasnt anyone else noticed this is being overused?

whenever i see your face i get my mace

you are beatiful in every way
cept when you mas****ate to gerald way
you look like something ive seen before
were you on cops or are you the latest c***k whore
i shall finish on a positive note
while i try to keep you away
from my boat.
if i do see you again
you'll be in jail or better yet a stripper to men.

at the dresser once
clothes lay vain
folding them,
to be rejected

my poem formatting is awarding

What need you, being come to sense,
But fumble in a greasy till
And add the halfpence to the pence
And prayer to shivering prayer, until
You have dried the marrow from the bone;
For men were born to pray and save;
Romantic Ireland's dead and gone,
It's with O'Leary in the grave.

Yet they were of a different kind,
The names that stilled your childish play,
They have gone about the world like wind,
But little time had they to pray
For whom the hangman's rope was spun,
And what, God help us, could they save?
Romantic Ireland's dead and gone,
It's with O'Leary in the grave.

Was it for this the wild geese spread
The grey wing upon every tide;
For this that all that blood was shed,
For this Edward Fitzgerald died,
And Robert Emmet and Wolfe Tone,
All that delirium of the brave?
Romantic Ireland's dead and gone,
It's with O'Leary in the grave.

Yet could we turn the years again,
And call those exiles as they were
In all their loneliness and pain,
You'd cry `Some woman's yellow hair
Has maddened every mother's son':
They weighed so lightly what they gave.
But let them be, they're dead and gone,
They're with O'Leary in the grave.

Its just comes flyin' outta me head.I swear.

;)

It's good to still see poetry flowing in. =)

Hopefully we'll have a lot of poets in the other rounds. ;-)

Summer breeze has gone forever
As the tragedy never ends
Till the team say never
A force may succumb
Now however is not the time to teather

I can see the inky pools of darkness
Seeping from your skin down to the tiles

You may never know
Of the killing that happened
Until the sky opens and all is revealed
Right to the point you throw the stone

Good may prosper
On the halloween nights
Down to the earths core it ends tonight

i had this one a while, i call it "A Love That Lasts Forever"
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Together forever
a dream come true
"i do" as in saying
proclaims marriage to you
my lover
my sweetheart
my lifelong dream
nothing is as important as you
nothing ever shall be;

I remember when we met
the weather out there
was really quite wet;
i gave you my jacket
to keep you warm thus, spread a smile
cheek to cheek
at that moment did i realize
that i loved you
your twinkling eyes
and pleasant smile
reminded me
of a face i saw in the stars;
beautiful are your lips
charitable is your smile
glittering emeralds
is what your eyes are filled of;
with a beauty so great
the lunar moon
could never
be anymore envious;

I could never be happier
on this day...
our day
when we exchanged "i do's"
and i kissed your lips
i was in a place...
even better than heaven
we both cried
tears of happiness that day;
for god knows not
of how much
I LOVE YOU

TONIGHT THE BIRDS SING
Of a passing day that can echo past
ILL concieved things
Looming towards the storms cast
Entruding the privacy of a once humble woman
T onight they wail for her soothing voice again

Piecing together the history
A parchment was signed
Protecting all those misty
Eluding the grabbers mimed
Rosery to the bush

Tonight the plan was set
Aloft a rooftops view
Solitary the people met
Tonight they discussed their last taboo
Execution was crucial but they all knew
She would be their waiting for them

Yet she waited for the presence of her kidnapper
Untied to their post they commenced their final act
Murdering anyone who crossed their path
Murmering until they saw her
Yet she still did nothing but waited as they took her away to a better place but here.
The angel unguarded still waited but no ransom was met
And as they hated to do the angel met her demise wandering the earth
Searching for someone to love and treasure as her own.

Can't forget about last night
Your body was warm and you held me tight
But I can't forget after the fight
That's for me the end in the light

I was broken, and my life was a mess
I feeled the darkness
Without fear and careless

I won't give up and I won't rest
I will do this with my very best
This is clearly not a test

But I will never forget that day
You leaved me without nothing to say
You have a goal, but I wished you will stay

I can't forget the words the people have said
' He loves nothing more than himself'
' A traitor, a killer, split people into half'
' It would be better if he was dead'

The worst thing they said to me was
That they hated me that my heart was belonged to him
'A child of nothing'
'That nothing that she can do is a dog for him to made me sing'
' A foolish girl who falls into his traps'

I should forget him and forget my goal
But I never forget how he stole
My coldblooded heart into a lovely soul

I can't forget what they say
Let me down and break my soul into apart
And I will not forgive them and they will pay
A life with loneless, this was my start

My lust for his love came further and further
But still I'm alone
My warm heart was totally gone
Only his face, his touch can melt my heart easily done

Tired of walking, A lot of pain
The sky turns black, my body feels it turns into stone
But my heart feels warm, and it feels something to restrain
A voice said to me ' I always love you and your never alone'

Ah, nice- More poems. =)

Just do not forget, read the rules in the first post; The topic is also love poems.

Keep them coming and good luck everybody! :-)

am I too late?

Love poem (haiku)

Love is confusing
it is hard to understand
It always will be

With the richest and deepest of inks
I paint on this canvas our life story
In perfect poise this poetic hand
Dances to the rhythmic call of emotion
And paints this paradise of sensation

But what colour do I paint our suffering?
The colourless crystal of our tears?
The crimson red of our bleeding hearts?
The lifeless black of our thirsting eyes?
Or the insane spectrum of our unfulfilled dreams?

And what colour do I paint our love?
The refreshing blue of sweet consolation?
The quiet silver of satisfaction?
The passionate red of burning lips?
Or the tasteless Gold of my Midas touch?

And what colour do I paint our loss?
The still azure of fading dreams?
The emerald of inconceivable envy?
The desert yellow of emptiness?
Or the gentle tan of your hands that I no longer hold?

This poetic hand paints in passion
A canvas of our lives; our pain, our love, our loss
In quiet crystal, soft silver and azure
Vibrant reds, green and gold,
Against a milieu saturated in the impenetrable black
Of my failure to save you

I paint this fantasy, our life story
With trembling fingers, anxious eyes
And a heart that knows;
Never again will such a canvas be painted.

2nd poem:

Shall I compare you to the sky and the sea?
The everlasting depths don't compare to the
Pit of despair in my consumed soul
My happiness swallowed by the empty hole
It makes me want to resort to murder
My love is repelled by your restraining order
Your fear response to my desperation
Rekindles the fires of my imagination
Your face tattooed in my mind
A voyeuristic pervert and an unbreakable bind

You think I'm the cause of all your troubles
But you're still my fairy-liquid bubbles.