The Poetry Marathon

My View

The key it’s to remember to give each other the space for breathing and have trust on your significant other. After all if you choose each other after all the other choices it’s because you are really into one an other. The rules is simple trust your self in other to trust your significant other; respect their privacy, in order for them to respect yours. Never push someone to confined on you, when they ready to speak they will. Even if you don’t like their friends, respect their previous relationship because after all their friends were their before you and they will remain their after you if it’s that case. Don’t assume and always ask question and made sure it is a question and not you assuming. Always find the time to give your significant other the feeling they matter. If you spending time together let it be together and not Social media in between…
There’s a time and place for everything. If your significant other it’s going through hard time made sure your are been emotional supporter and a true friend. If you can’t provide this, they will go on to their friends and love you in the dark and the relationship start to weakness and them you wonder what happen where all it go.
Most important remember to love your self in order to keep loving other. Is ok to be there for other, but also take care of your well being.

—Meriyen.Marquez

Niall Griffiths

Niall Griffiths writes a tidy book

Always worth a look

Like

If you’re bored as shite

And not easily offended

By the terms ‘sheep’ and ‘shagger’ blended

On the front cover

And can pronounce Welsh place names like

Llanidloes without help from your mother

Ah, give ‘im a read mun –

He might not be proper like

But he’s bloody good fun!

(c) Gemma Hinton 14/6/15

All this time

Her eyes follow him

as he shifts position,

reacting as he reacts to her.

Eyes that jump with joy to meet

and always have

for so many years.

 

She waits til he settles

before she whispers

“It wasn’t too bad, was it Sam?”

“Well, the first twenty five years

were touch and go,but

the next twenty five made up for it.”

 

She coughs a weak laugh

he touches her hand.

The merest touch

but it’s enough

for powerful emotion

on a well run course.

 

She smiles softly

then closes her eyes.

He’ll never make her laugh again.

He feels her hand cool

as she drifts away from him

after all this time.

22 – Love is

Love is
not what you read
in a bubblegum wrapper.

Love is
not what religions
are trying to teach you.

Love is
not necessarily
blind.

Love is
not always simple
or easy to maintain.

Love is
a wild being
that doesn’t stay still.

Love is
never
in a past tense.

Love Poem

what is the right way to love?

and who are we to interfere?

who should decide?

who is permitted, to love without fear?

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woman and man

two women

or

two men

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it is not for you, for we or for us to say

By: KMH 2015

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Donuts (22)

Let me finish
and we will,
we will
get some breakfast.

*slurp on my coffee cup*

Let me go
and you work,
you work
I’ll get food.

*slurp on my coffee cup*

What’s your favorite?
and you like,
you like
cherry, coconut, chocolate bavarian

*slurp on my coffee cup*

“My gawd, your efforts are waning, you need to step up your game. I’ll be back.”

Skin Prompts

Tattoos are living prompts
Etched on skin
Each has a story
Each has a life

Living breathing canvas with touchable art
Meant to be read
Meant to be heard
Ask the question
Hear the tales
Share the journey

Love, Rediscovered

I loved you without word, or look or token,
You satisfied a need in me,
I didn’t even know I’d need
A primal urge, instinctive and unspoken.
Then I, so unaware of this devotion,
Was given to your look-alike,
A hateful thing of bile and spite
And learned to loathe your name once it was spoken

Your stand-in was a feeble imitation
My innocent, instinctive need
Became a slave to social greed
Delighting to reveal my limitations
Three times the term of years we were companions
Was I condemned to suffer there
All in your name, my thick despair
Was blamed on you, with careless, gay abandon.

At last, my prison term was deemed completed,
The warden-puppet sent away
Left me to find my lonely way
My hatred for you now as deeply seated
As once, in innocence, I used to need you.
I battled on in hate and fear
And loathed you deeper, every year
Until I found the truth required to free you.

The memories fade of tortures I endured;
Although committed in your name,
I now dismiss the worthless claim
As slander of the worst ever procured
For now I recognise this buried yearning
The joy of rediscovery
And how the truth has set me free,
I hold you in my heart again, sweet Learning

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Prompt: A non-traditional love poem
Form: (Iambic meter, syllable count: 11/8/8/11/11/8/8/11, rhymed abbacddc)

It’s Spring!

It’s Spring!

After a bitter winter storm,Spring has sprung.

Embracing a renewal of life and a new hope.

In it’s absence,life is forlorn

Tree branches spread out in thanksgiving.

Soft wind blew dust of magic and turn the grass green, swaying to the splendor of whimsical tune of Spring.

Nostalgic cool breeze awaken birds hatching.

Robins sing and spry their wings to drink the first dew of Spring.

Abundant flowers in rainbow hues and tulips as the queen of Spring.

With gentle swaying and constant trill,the buds of fruits trees,exploding with sweet scent ascending.

It fills the air announcing, it is Spring.

 

 

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Love

There once was a good boy from Japan.

He wanted to grow up to be a man.

He was kind and strong.

Knowing right from wrong.

By his wife, he was loved all life long.