3 Letters Contest [Poems] {Please judge!}

Next time, I won't be so nice. Next time, I am going to give off the wall, weirdo words for these letters! ;) I tried to be nice and "fit" the category, but I think I made it too easy! :)

PUBLIC VOTING! Please send me a private message, ranking these poems from your favorite to your least favorite (give 1st place 1., 2nd place 2., 3rd place 3, 4th place 4... etc) If you want to comment on all the poems, AWESOME.. if not, that's okay.. but PLEASE leave a comment for your favorite poem explaining why, and your least favorite poem.

I listed them based on topic, and gave you the letters they chose and the title I gave, following by their title (some changed) and the poem! Please get the votes into me ASAP! :)

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LOVE POEMS:

[A, B, C] = A Beautiful Christmas

A Beautiful Christmas

A Child laying in a manger
far from ole king Herod's danger.
Three astrologers on the way
following a star, come what may.
Smile on the virgin Mary's face
adds beauty to the sacred place
where Jesus Christ the King was born,
while angels in the sky adorn
a holy miraculous birth
that would bring salvation to earth

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{L, K, T} - Lady Keeps Time
Lady Keeps Time

Wrap winter around my lips, let me
hang off of your teeth like an unkissed
thread that has fallen asleep, no longer
warming your veins the way I do.

I keep time for you because too often you
tie the noose around January, and each
breath I catch for you-foggy and of day
old peonies-simply curls into a corner
and shuts the lights off.

Stop sitting on my tongue, claim me
instead of these flames that threaten to
scar the places I stopped loving myself.

Be my blues, my January that I can
keep wearing whenever we wake up
after another swig, after another stereo
has walked away.

After another reason for love has
killed itself in loud desperation.

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{M, N, B} = Mistresses Never Bleed

Mistresses Never Bleed

I have told you that you are my sun;
never have I thought I'd be doomed
to live in your shadow.

Absorbed by dark, wandering
like a black unending night;
in no way reaching your sunbeams.

Eyes scarred by reminisces,
by restlessness
and un-made love.

Strangled, choking on your scent;
I am helpless in your arms. Feeble;
wholly helpless in your love.

But they say, mistresses are unconquerable
and that has never been as true...

Mistresses die on the inside,
altering to mummies; inanimate.
Mistresses simply fade into void,
and void has but void, to bleed.

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{A, S, T} = As Silhouettes Talk

Lost souls, we met
in a familiar place.
Two hearts, carrying
more than they could lift.

We lived in the same
fictional romance novel.
Handwriting a new page
one day at a time.

Counting our blessings
more than our scars.
Concealing the blemishes
with affectionate kisses.

Two hearts, once hollow
now filled with fresh love.
Two black shadows,
now glowing in the dark.

We face the uncertain truth
as our silhouettes talk.
Slowly, gently we merge into
O N E . . .

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NATURE POEMS:

[J, G, F} - Just Get Frozen
Just Get Frozen

The world celebrates Christmas
in white as sleigh bells jingle
ice on ponds and figure eights
Santa lands on your shingle.

Here Santa wears a one-piece
on boogey board in the surf
sand gets in the cocktails and
Season steaks cook on the turf.

I spend holiday time away,
volcano slopes ascending
jungle trails above the clouds
wisps wrap 'round vines unending.

Here it's still save the bee-buzz:
hummingbirds - ebony blurs
dart 'midst odorous orchids
sucking in luscious liqueurs.

Mountain chill is not winter
wild life screams in silent flow;
I yearn for muffled landscape:
blanketed hills of piled snow.

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{D, H, Y} - Darkened Hearts Yell
Darkened Hearts Yell

A union gathering transforms
Within a forest of darkened
Shadows.

Creatures of old, father Oak,
Elders Pine and Birch,
Reunite sorrowful circles.

Smoke filled vespers of falling
Ashes sing songs of the spirit
Ghosts before them.

Death by hands of man lay heavy
Upon a scorching woodland heart,
Lone wolf yells, as moon shines

Down,
Upon an owl who stopped crying
For one second, to say goodbye
To the last fallen leaf.

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LIFE POEMS:

{T, S, W} - Traveling Somewhere West
Travelling Somewhere West

Kicking up the leaves from the frosty ground,
I take my head for a walk along these
cobbled streets, in the bitter winter air.

I ponder over the journey I have made,
looking back to where I started from
and to where I am heading for.

With the company of the moon and the stars,
I take a walk through history -
gaining the conclusion that my life needs to change,
for I want to be the best that I can ever be.

I come to the crossroads and pray for a sign,
I need guidance for which direction to follow.

As I look up to the enchanting sky,
I witness my first shooting star
travelling somewhere west.

Although I only caught a glance
before it vanished from my sight,
I knew then what I wanted,
and where I wanted to be...

I want to be like that shooting star,
and travel somewhere west,
finally being free,
finally finding me.

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{M, P, G} - Monday: Perfectly Good.

FORGIVE ME SON

Here I sit,
on the edge of the Earth.
Watching the horizon burn,
I clench a fistful of dirt.

Finally,it's here,
the break of dawn.
My last one indeed,
for tomorrow I'll be gone.

I see my wallet,
see my son a last time.
I hope he could forgive me,
for him I'm doing this crime.

I know my actions are wrong,
I would have stopped them if I could.
But they gave me a bag of money,
money makes everything perfectly good.

I hope my son too,
could ever smile this bright.
I hope my son too,
could sleep peacefully every night.

So I extinguish this flame,
to strike a new spark.
So I set a hundred and sixty suns,
to cast my son out of the dark.

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MISC POEMS:

{P, M, S} - Preoccupied Mind Status

Pre occupied mind status.

I am occupied.
Am I?

But don't I walk alone everywhere, with no soul trying to match my footsteps...

But does everyone not see me smiling and blushing as I match my footsteps...

So am I not occupied?
Maybe by the tu es?

Truce.

Indeed,
I am pre occupied.
I am.

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SAD POEMS:

{M, L, Z} - Missing Little Zeus

Missing Little Zeus
Lighting is rare here, so there's something comforting
about falling rain and grey skies moving in; not for the sorrow
associated with such an event, but rather because of the
unparalleled beauty. Every drop to land on my tongue
brings me that much closer to you. A million stories reaching
for my soul all at once each one just as interesting as the last.
It's not that breaking hearts and loneliness are compared
to falling rain but simply because this is the only sort
of darkness I find friendly. Until I get out there and
into your arms I just thought you should know that the most
comforting feeling I know is heavenly tears running
down and across my porcelain skin

one

by

one.

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{L, B, R} - Lost Button Revealed

Lost Button Revealed (Acrostic)

Laughter used to ricochet
off these walls, and now, the
silence is deafening.
Tidings once given.....just a memory.
Bunting, may as well be cobwebs, I am so
Utterly alone. I miss her Christmas smile, her
Tinker bell giggle as she opened her stocking,
three was too young, too heartbreaking.
Overwhelming sadness unravels me like
nothing else could, even the
ribbons on her presents in her room are still tied.
Emmanuel ignored my prayers and
veiled himself from my pain leaving a forgotten
envelope for me to find..... inside
a panda button from her favourite dress, how that
lost button revealed too many memories to
escape and each and every Christmas
day since, is a tinsel covered tombstone.

*Authors note for above poem: Please read aloud.

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{T, L, C} = Time Left Charlie

Time Left Charlie

I've written poems for about four years,
And in the same amount of years,
I've joined almost any contests that I could,
but in none of the contests that I joined,
was I ever asked to write about Charlie.

Sigh...

My Charlie.

Like four years ago,
in between the lines of love and infatuation,
I saw him developed in a womb of inspiration,
like a little seed at the tip of a pencil;
scribbling and scribbling and wiggling and wiggling
like a sperm chasing after an ovule.

And after months went by, there it was before my eyes:
The final picture, like in an ultrasound,
showing the impregnation, the little seed drawn
in a piece of paper: growing, developing,
expanding in a paper with skin that was not flexible,

But what a joy it was;
to see the paper stretch with marks;
to feel the pain when Charlie kicked my gut-feelings;
to be moody for a reason! What a joy it was...
To almost feel nauseated about life,
To have my feet hurt
for having sat on a chair for entire days,
but what a joy it was,
to see him form in a piece of paper,
To see his shape in a screen-like,
To start to imagine what he'll be like,
what a joy it was..

To give birth to my little Charlie.

The years went by and Charlie grew to be
four years by now,
He became my laughter, my worries, my everything.
He became the child I've never had
But always wish I had,
He became the reason for my everything.
He became...

But lately, I've seen mothers embrace their children:
feeling skin to skin, heartbeats with heartbeats,
smell with smell,
Their little hands with their hands,
And I, I see my Charlie drawn in a piece of paper,
Shaped with letters as if that was his genetic make up,
His DNA in a sheet of paper.

I see his laughter, his pain, his joys.
I see but no...

It's not his laughter,
It's not his pain,
It's not his joys,

It's my laughter,
It's my pain,
It's my joys,
It's mine,
It's mine,
Everything about Charlie, it's mine.

Not his...

And the realization, that my Charlie
it's my life, and not his,
The realization, that my Charlie
has no life of his own,
And that he'll never have one...

it kills me.

It kills me from within.
It kills me to know that the joy, the pain, the happiness,
the everything he had,
was only mine

Not his...

It kills me

That everything in my life, I wrote it in my Charlie.
That through my pain, I gave birth to my little Charlie.

It kills me.

That Time left Charlie, in the hands of a poet,
To be a child, not of her reality, but of her imagination.

It kills me

That she, as a parent, didn't let Charlie live a life
of his own, but made him live a life of her very own.

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12 poems total! Please rank 1st-12th place. :)

The suspense is killing me!!!!

I really don't have many people coming forward to judge.. I would like a couple more! :)