Poetry Contests

If I Had Ten More Minutes

If I had ten more minutes
and my voice was not faint
nor my face so devoid
or my mind so blank,
I would profess—

But I'm afraid of words
which might betray lips,
For what is kept
is of my eyes—
that impulsive organ
I've attempted to stray;
hooded, hazed.

Construing a montage
ever playing:
concerns, worries
fears, and doubts,
Come to life
in bursting light
whilst straining in the dark.

And if such creations
could speak—
or better
could be heard—
through the mist of passion
And masks of pride,

I would profess
All in my heart;
Every quaint murmur
Forsaken night and night.

For Her Heart [3
{Para Su Corazon [3}

El amor se siente por el corazon..
Rumores se escuchan for rechazos en el pasado..ese maldito dolor!
El corazon se ama con tiernura y del fondo del alma, eres incomparable, inolvidable, inmaginable, mi kerida dama!
La niña mas preciosa que ni al final del tunnel encontrarias solo reflejos de los rayos del sol tendrias..en la mirada..
Que me das y haces hacen mi corazon que derrita por ti, respiro un ultimo respiro por ti antes de morirme.
Bajaria las estrellas para contarlas solamente al lado de ella..
El amor que yo te tengo es muy inexplicable, escucha mi linda cansion compuesta con palabras derramando de mi corazon para darte una buena razon, con felizidad llenas de maravillosa fantasias!
Entiende mi pobre corazon sobreviviente, traizionado, atropeyado madurado y superado, las palabras que te digo no es un sueño, kiero que seas mi reyna por eternidad reynaremos nuestro palacio mientras yo sea tu dueño!

The Best Dream by Victoria Ly

Time to put an end to this pain.
Standing five stories high.
I take a deep breath,
And jump.
Falling,
Falling,
Falling.
This is it.
This is goodbye.
This is my happy ending.
I close my eyes.
Floating,
Floating,
Floating.
What am I feeling?
Nothing.
I am numb.
Hit the ground.
The end.

No wait.
I wake up.
Sweaty,
Confused,
Shaking.
Glad it did not actually happen,
But wishing it did.

Worst nightmare,
Yet best dream.

What does magic mean to me

It's just another word away
It's just another talk away
It's just another step away
It's just another walk away
when you come to me
is it in the present
It's just another word away
it's just another talk away
it's just another step away
it's just another walk away
when you come to me
is it in the present
it's just about me
it's just about you
it's just about me
it's just about you
the things we could do
the things we could think of
the things we could do
the things we could think of

If You Were My Romeo

If you were my Romeo,
My heart ‘d race in fervent pace,
When your name I hear without your face,
Your words me they’ll brace,
When life’s battles I face,

Chills will sail up my spine,
Always for you I’ll pine,
My heart will be thine,
For your absence will made it die,

To you I’d surrender my soul,
In each other’s arms our time we’d plow,
Unknowingly this passion we’ll sow
Then it’ll decline to burn slow

If you were my Romeo,
I’ll sleep awake every night,
Wishing if you could be my knight,
So for you my troth I could plight,

We’ll sail away into the rays,
Love will make our ways,
Together we shall run away,
So they don’t keep us at bay,

If you were my Romeo,
I’ll come away with you,
Even to the ends of the earth,
B’cos this love comes but once,
Such that I have for thee.

She wandered the streets
never a whisper to dare
a ghost of the past
a reaper of the present
falling in love
chained her to her past
links of crushed dreams
rattled as she walked
her hollow eyes
and pale skin
were enough to warn others
the danger of
falling in love

once upon a time
when we were in love
the stars were brighter
my spirits were higher
my soul on fire

once upon a time
when you held my heart
when you controlled my emotions
when you were my world
when we were in love


once upon a time
there was us

Daydreaming

I took it all to heart,
each hasty smile and modest gesture,
each syllable of dispassionate word,
to a stage where even I was persuaded,
the rays veiling your face
in perfect symmetry,
were by your own hand.

No—you were the rays, as you were
the smile, the gesture, and the word.
Everything created, then destroyed
by unadulterated hand.
I coveted you so,
for what were you incapable?
—but all only in my sight.

Now I mistrust.
There are words I thought were spoken
and actions I thought displayed—
In fact—illusions and Trickery.
But now I see,
how you were a dream,
borne of a skeptic in dangerous reverie.

This guise I had burdened on you,
I all the time unawares,
For it had seemed,
that when I said move
—you moved.
And when I said speak
—you spoke.

How does something appearing
so concrete, so essential
be confused with truth?
—to savor another's words
and have them be your own—
Eyes blind and still
having dreams of distant realms—
but forget it.
Happiness has gained on me,
now knowing the best of truth.

Now there is only whisperings,
of a voice lost.
No more apparitions of smiles,
gestures, or words—
such trivial necessities,
conceived by a fool
in want of an actor.

www.poemhunter.com/poem/daydreaming

Dying for the Blood Moon


" Alone, alone, all, all alone,
Alone on a wide wide sea!
And never a saint took pity on
My soul in agony."
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
S.T.Coleridge

Making you a portrait close to heart
a farewell smile, kisses along with hug
We did ourselves apart.

Of love and lies or betrayal precise
Hence, no gaming left..
I, queen of Heart declare you " Death"

Such black night with such bloody moon
When spirits found a door..
I announce thy doom.

Eyes on eyes, lips open, glimpse of teeth
Undressed chest, blood beneath
Beating heart
Trial is start

Love and death
Remained choices open
Second you chose
Death granted as a token


I left you alone
under the bluish black sky
The blood moon remained
As witness to cry!

If I Had Ten More Minutes

If I had ten more minutes
and my voice was not faint
nor my face so devoid
or my mind so blank,
I would profess—

But I'm afraid of words
which might betray lips,
For what is kept
is of my eyes—
that impulsive organ
I've attempted to stray;
hooded, hazed.

Construing a montage
ever playing:
concerns, worries
fears, and doubts,
Come to life
in bursting light
whilst straining in the dark.

And if such creations
could speak—
or better
could be heard—
through the mist of passion
And masks of pride,

I would profess
All in my heart;
Every quaint murmur
Forsaken night and night.

www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-i-had-ten-more-minutes/