---Annelyse's Poetry Contest---

I wrote this one just now.

Sonnet of a Lost Soul

In the Twilight of Love, do I wander,
draped in the shadows of things gone amiss.
With my soul and my heart torn asunder,
I faintly recall the taste of her kiss.

Ever does darkness seem to grow thicker
along with my ever deeper despair.
Far overhead do the dim stars flicker,
and fade into black, as blindly, I fare.

Deprived of reasons to battle my tears
Rivers of sadness is absent no more.
As dimly the first sign of dawn appears
My path diverges, but which to explore?

The hardest of Tasks I fail, and embark;
To tell which is brighter, when all is dark.

as the title states, this is a sonnet. Each line has 10 syllables, and it is based upon 3 quatrains and a rhyming couplet to finish it.

The Elegy of the Lovers
by HansRik

I cannot say in words how much I've loved
For words help not t'express the lover's wish.
Canst thou not see the pain of being unloved?
Or more the languid dolence we anguish?

Now I have lost yon opportunity,
The fire of love has burned this heart of mine
Crying, waning, yonder atrocities
Committed for love, for this thought of thine.

But I shall make myself an oak that stands
Upon thy doors and howls thy name fore'er.
And nevermore this pain will understand,
The love I have for thee, my dear girl.

The hills that sing and dream about thy love
Think not that they shall be eroded, yea,
The willows chant their elegy forgone,
And rot in fetid, rancid ideals.

And walkest thou in vainest thoughts and lies,
Laughing at the trees and hills that, for you, died.
Waiting for mine heart to expire its last sighs.

How beautiful thou seem'st outside,
The sun is but a phantom by thy side.

But nay!

Thy soul is cruel and cold, like the darkest night.

(C)Copyright 2005
(Hans Rik- nom de plume)

Reality
By Sarah

Reality hit me
Like a bullet in the heart
I have nothing to live for anymore
He is gone
He is dating her
I am just a friend he talks too
I have no space in his life
Just a little bump in the road
That he will drive over
Never looking back
What is the point in living
If the one I love
Does not love me in return
Life has no meaning to me
My reality is shattered into pieces
Nobody to love and care for
Nobody who needs me to be there
I am as useless as a flat tire
Reality hurts

Home - Confessions of a Broken Heart

I've learned home isn't a building or structure,
Or a place to hang your hat.
It isn't numbers that make up an address,
Or anything to do with a welcome mat.

I've learned home isn't a location,
Or place made to lay your head.
It isn't about a yard or garden,
Or table where bellies are fed.

I've learned home isn't a setting,
Or a beach house on the sand.
It isn't built with money,
Or materials used with laboring hands.

I've learned home is a tender melody,
Played between two hearts.
It happens inexplicably,
From when the music starts.

I've learned home is a place of joy,
Decorated with the finest things in life.
It's there with a smile or goofy grin,
Or tears that fall at hard times and strife.

I've learned home is a place of peace,
With purposeful natural design.
Warming the heart and healing the soul,
From gloomy days when the sun doesn't shine.

I've learned home is a place of love,
With a porch light brightly lit.
A door that opens without effort,
For a key that perfectly fits.

Sadly...

I've learned home is where you are,
But I didn't arrive on time.
No porch light was on to light my way,
And no open door did I find.

I regret not speaking while I had the chance,
The words "I love you" way back when.
But I'm blessed you taught me the meaning of home,
and thankful and ok being your friend.

These are confession of a broken heart.

"Broken Hearts"

You've gone on to someone new.
You've got me feeling down.
Made me want to end my life.
Just to end this frown.

You said you only broke my heart,
But how can that be true?
You said things would get better.
But I'm still in love with you.

You said other people break people's,
Hearts every single day.
And how are you such a horrible person?
By living life this way.

Sadly you didn't break my heart.
You stole it in my sleep.
You still have it to this day.
You're stabbing it softly as i speak

It takes a very special girl,
To make me feel this Weak.
I thought i was stronger then this.
But you've made my heart so meek.

Why is it i pray for death?
How can this even be?
Dear Lord, Please take my life soon,
Living in hell is killing me.

You will never be able to go back,
From all the things you've said.
A cut on my wrist for every lie.
Someday you'll make me dead.

.:Make Yourself:

As you make yourself up
and slip into your
prosthetic tenderness,
you seem to wonder if
the words that you've
dressed yourself in
will sufficiently cover up
your afflicted skin.

within your reflection
lies a longing for endearment.
riveted,
you search for
some type of sentiment,
any sort of connection
between yourself
and the water
as you cast your gaze
my way,
with obvious lament.

if only
for one
corrosive
moment.

i break
under the pressure
you so methodically apply,
then retract,
regarding your glare
with the baring of my
barbed-wire smile

you see the sheen of my
enigmatic grin,
but fail to realize
the keen edges
lacerating
and slicing within.
its practically
painless
compared to the anguish
you hide within
your made-up language
and synthetic skin.

Please Hold Me Tight

Please hold me tight,
Don't ask questions,
Just do what's right.

Please hold me tight,
I'm very scared inside,
And, in depth of fright.

Please hold me tight,
When I feel like hurting myself,
And, cannot see the light.

Please hold me tight,
Tell me you love me,
And, tell me I'll be alright.