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For the Poetry Contest. Your poems can be about what ever you want them to be about. Whether it is astronomy, life, love, death, relationships or murders. Anything you want. But they must be 50 lines or less. see products and services for further instructions.
Hello
"Hello I've come to meet you.
I have something to explain.
Thee other night I fumbled,
I didn't mean to cause any pain.
So, I brought you these here flowers,
To do with them what you do.
I felt bad the other night,
And these will prove my love to you.
I bought you this here necklace
with a topaz colored blue.
All these things I buy.
To show that I love you".
As two days pass he comes again
As soulful as can be.
He holds some flowers in his hands
And he's crouched down on his knee.
"Hello I've come to see you.
I have something to explain,
two days ago I fumbled
I didn't mean to cause any pain.
So I bought you these here flowers...",
All the rest is just the same,
After all he's just a man
Who's there to take the blame.
Three weeks later he comes again,
Heart broken from his wife.
For she was just a young girl.
And he should not have taken her life.
Over her grave he kneeled,
with flowers in his hand.
"Hello I've come to meet you
I have something to explain,
three weeks ago I fumbled
I didn't mean to cause any pain.
So, I bought you these here flowers
And I'll set them on your grave,
So you will always remember,
My love has come your way.
And I bought you this here ribbon
Made of the color blue,
So always you'll remember
That my love was true".
by Crissy Foster
copywrite 2000
by Crissy Foster
That's love
You can see he loves the pain.
You can tell he loves the heartache,
You know he loves the change.
You wanted things to stay the same.
Yet still you won't give up.
When he hits you that's not love.
You sigh when he leaves the room,
And you cry when he leaves a bruise.
You cry when you have to take his hand.
Yet, still you follow his command.
He grabs your arm so tight
He leaves whelps and bruises you can see in the night.
He held a knife up to your throat
Now you laugh it of and say it was a joke.
The guy is sadistic but you don't care
You act like you love him when he ain't there.
But last night you weren't laughing.
You weren't laughing then.
Last night's when all the fighting began.
When he called you a tramp for grabbing your things,
When he knocked you down and you fell to your knees.
When he pulled back your neck and wrapped the wire around,
Last night is when you didn't make a sound.
Your dead now and hopefully you went above,
But, you killed yourself when you said, "that's love".
Copywrite 2000
by Crissy Foster
by Crissy Foster
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