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Hey everyone... We are launching our first ever VALENTINE"S POEM contest!
The winner will recieve a 25 dollar gift cert to TGIfidays and a box of chocolates!!! Heres the scoop... You have untell noon Feb. 14th to choose someone from mingle that you know, want to know or are good friends with already.. You view their profile and photos and get CREATIVE!!! Your poem will be judged on creativity, it can be funny, sassy, serious, sappy, sarcastic or even sorry..(but in good taste) Be sure to start the poem with who you are writing it for at the top! Beauty and myself will judge with Beauty announcing the winner early valentines evening..(since you all will have dates and be going out! So let the contest begin....Good Luck! |
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There once was a man from Nantucket...
oooppss-sorry,dont know any nice poems |
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Judge Beauty here. Let's see what talent we have on mingle.
Writing about the Judges scores you big points Just Kidding. Really though...looking forward to reading some poems and maybe a love story will come from it or a date or two. |
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Judge Beauty here. Let's see what talent we have on mingle. Writing about the Judges scores you big points Just Kidding. Really though...looking forward to reading some poems and maybe a love story will come from it or a date or two. Yes Im sure that will happen !!! You dont have to be a great writer(although I know some of you are) but just have it come from the heart.. and put the persons name on top of who you are writing to... |
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Edited by
krupa
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Sat 02/07/09 05:49 PM
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For my love
What can I possibly say? My heart just yearns for you. No matter the miles or the distance of time...you turn my grey skies blue. A love this sweet I cherish so... I think you smile...I am sure you know. Always in my loving thought. Always in my heart.... I hear you smiling in my ear..... I know that we've never been apart. You are the one..... sweet love of mine. You belong to me.... sweet valentine. I am sooo completely grateful for you. After all these many years...I love you more with my each and every breath....I would give absolutely everything to hold you for but just a moment...right here...right now.... but, since fate deems otherwise.....I will wait....and hold you forever tommorrow. If you don't have anyone to love...this is for you as well. Just a note....I don't need anything...I don't eat chocolate and I cook way better than the kids who work at TGIFridays (But it is very sweet of you to give the incentive) I just want everyone to get a taste of how happy I am. |
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Awesome poem !!! You are in the contest and motivating all the soon to be writers...Beauty are you taking notes????
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Oooops....
Just read that I gotta write it to someone here... Okay....here goes... Holly, Phuque, Feral, Fox, Lovethe.... Roses are red...Violets are blue...after I am done ****ing this one...I am gonna **** you too. (I know...I am smooth) |
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Oooops.... Just read that I gotta write it to someone here... Okay....here goes... Holly, Phuque, Feral, Fox, Lovethe.... Roses are red...Violets are blue...after I am done ****ing this one...I am gonna **** you too. (I know...I am smooth) |
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Oooops.... Just read that I gotta write it to someone here... Okay....here goes... Holly, Phuque, Feral, Fox, Lovethe.... Roses are red...Violets are blue...after I am done ****ing this one...I am gonna **** you too. (I know...I am smooth) That was not a smooth move.... |
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You did say funny, sassy and sarcastic in the original post so don't come down on me for following the guide lines...
If I wanna post a good one of mine that will make everyone else look stupid in comparison...I will. If I wanna post a stupid one to give everyone else a fighting shot...then that is what I will do. |
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Just so you have an idea of what I am working with.....
(This is for my woman of 25 years..she is not a member here..) this is a simple one to my woman who is thousands of miles away...seriously...she works in China...I live in Texas.. it ain't easy but we make it work... 'Neath circling night I sit and gaze unto glimmering stars above. On grassy seat, 'neath moon dappled mesquite...My thoughts turn to my love. Upon thin branch a song bird sat and sang a song for me. A lilting tune of happy grace A sweet sweet melody. "My friend," I breathed..."Your song is pure. I would ask a boon from you." "Would you sing your song of Hope for me....to my Love beyond the blue?" "Across the seas...in distant lands...is the one who holds my heart." "If you see her..please sing your song for me.....So she too might smile, though we are apart" With the blurring flap of moon shadowed wing, the bird took to the skie. Toward my love. Toward my heart. into pale distance the bird did fly. Tommorrowday...when you hear bird songs....listen to thier tune. They have carried my love from far away. May you smile as I did 'neath night's warm Moon. Oh how I love you. |
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Here's something off the top of my head, hope its worthy of the contest.
Ignited, a spark. flickers among the haze, faint. set apart. hovering, dancing. among the mist. caught from the distance, attention, eyes glad. in the dew, he triumphs Through. Masqarading tears, with bellowing cheers. approaching the stack, where the embers extract. the door flies open, and there awaits, as promised. and cradled now, in the arms of another. Beginning the journey. Captivated, by that, a fire. End |
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Here's something off the top of my head, hope its worthy of the contest. Ignited, a spark. flickers among the haze, faint. set apart. hovering, dancing. among the mist. caught from the distance, attention, eyes glad. in the dew, he triumphs Through. Masqarading tears, with bellowing cheers. approaching the stack, where the embers extract. the door flies open, and there awaits, as promised. and cradled now, in the arms of another. Beginning the journey. Captivated, by that, a fire. End Your poem is to be written for someone you know, want to know, or are friends with on here. That's what will be judged, but I love the one you have posted |
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For horsegirl55
(from http://mingle2.com/topic/show/203598?page=2) The quiet solitude of morning in your house smells of the essence of your touching care The silence does not purify a home of life but accentuates each item like a snapshot. Flashes of choices your character has made freeze into an album of pictures without you. The missing person is obvious but undefined. I sleepwalked thru in a curious dreaming. When your man arrives, you will increase. I cannot imagine boxing up these things to lock your individuality away for a union, but we willingly trade gems for rainbows; needing constant loving life over pictures, trading what once was for tickets to paradise. |
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For misstina2
The Sound of Home It's a beautiful thing for a man to hear a woman singing alone idly filling the world with music It rips his heart with silent glee Such a lucky man could eavesdrop needing hear no specific words or know if the singing is a tune because the sound of love is perfect The moments of her tarry, of quiet, of humming wordlessly or of silence he hears other things than those as she moves through the home He hears the warmth of life calling filling the house with her presence the invisible and blanketing aroma that causes birds outside to rejoice Scoundrel... |
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How many can I "Enter" in this contest?
I've written poems for a few friends here. One that I wrote for ljcc1964 is nice, but long. |
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How many can I "Enter" in this contest? I've written poems for a few friends here. One that I wrote for ljcc1964 is nice, but long. |
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For misstina2 The Sound of Home It's a beautiful thing for a man to hear a woman singing alone idly filling the world with music It rips his heart with silent glee Such a lucky man could eavesdrop needing hear no specific words or know if the singing is a tune because the sound of love is perfect The moments of her tarry, of quiet, of humming wordlessly or of silence he hears other things than those as she moves through the home He hears the warmth of life calling filling the house with her presence the invisible and blanketing aroma that causes birds outside to rejoice Scoundrel... Beautiful work.. Keep them coming !!!! |
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Wow! Really nice work kids! Kind of refreshing to see so many positive, up lifting and hopeful thoughts...I could read this kind of stuff everyday. It is kind of nice to know that I am not the only hopeless romantic.
Peace and Love |
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Edited by
1Magnum
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Wed 02/11/09 11:12 PM
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