The Poetry Challenge 04/05/2012 – Week 7 – First Love

Hello everyone!! All I can say this week is WOW! The voting was the closest it has EVER been, the final results were:
A – 10
B – 7
C – 11
I had to count them up about ten times just to be 100% sure I was right, well done to all of you, but there can only be one winner and the winner of the title “A Thing Of Beauty” is wendystrohm , so everyone go and check out her blog you will not be disappointed, here is the link —> http://wendystrohm.wordpress.com/

This week the title forThe Poetry Challengeis going to be “First Love” so try your best to make something out of it and get creative!
Remember to post your submission or link to your submission in the comment section below, anywhere else and your piece will not be entered into the competition.
I cant wait to see what you all do with this, I’m REALLY excited!
The voting and the top three will be posted next Friday, I hope you all enjoy!

First Love

We will always remember our first love,
At the time they were the only thing we could think of,
On our mind from the morning until the night,
The thing you would turn to when nothing went right,
My first love was pickled onion crisps,
Which took all attention off the my mothers cooked chips,
It was heaven in my mouth from the beautiful flavour,
Every moment from every crisp I had to savour,
The crumbs off my fingers would get licked away,
And I slurped the empty packed without delay,
They had to come with me where ever I went,
Because I got motivation from their delightful scent,
They knew that I wanted them and they also wanted me,
My favourite snack I thought they will always be,
But my love for them did finally end,
They were no longer my lover but just a friend,
I found something that satisfied me even more,
So the pickled onion stayed in the kitchen drawer,
What stole my heart was a chocolate cake,
A high calorie feast that my mother would bake,
But my first love I know I will never forget,
And maybe choosing the cake one day I’ll regret,
To me they will always be a delicious potato snack,
And they will still be in the drawer if I ever wanted them back.

 

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59 comments to The Poetry Challenge 04/05/2012 – Week 7 – First Love

  1. MarinaSofia says:

    This is kind of spooky – I just posted a poem today on my own blog about a first love (and dreaming about him recently). Probably just a few minutes before I read your post and the topic of your competition. Can I enter it for this coming week’s competition? It’s not as cheery as your poem. I’m feeling a bit old all of a sudden!

    Anyway, here is the link:
    http://findingtimetowrite.wordpress.com/2012/05/04/midlife-middling/

  2. wendystrohm says:

    Thank you ever so much – I can’t believe I’ve won your Thing of Beauty competition! I do feel very sorry for A (and B) as it was so close. There are two winners really. Thank you again Corey – this is lovely idea for us all to showcase our work.

  3. wendystrohm says:

    Reblogged this on Wendy Strohm and commented:
    I’m feeling very honoured…

  4. Well done to all the week 6 poets – such a close run thing …

  5. MarinaSofia says:

    Really enjoyed all 3 of the finalist poems, very well done to all participants!

  6. FIRST LOVE

    the things I can make, anyone can make
    but for you, First Love, and just for your sake
    i can work wonders that no one can do
    these things I will do, for the love of you.

    i can cast pebbles on stillest water
    without rippling waves (no circles scatter)
    as upon your black hair, the strong wind blows
    but uprooting not, any strand that grows.

    i can tie a tiger’s stripes into knots
    that he will think he’s a leopard with dots
    like the spots your footprints leave on the shore
    that tumultuous waters wash with uproar.

    i can quickly climb a rungless ladder
    right up the heavens where I will gather
    all brilliant stars to lay heap by your toes
    so there they may glow to wither your woes.

    i can pluck whole notes from a lovely song
    and make them necklace, for you they belong
    to wear ‘round your neck, where they all glitter
    white pearls they become, with you as keeper.

    the things I can make, anyone can make
    but for you, First Love, and just for your sake
    i can work wonders that no one can do
    these things I will do, for the love of you!

    (c) Chito L. Aguilar

  7. wendystrohm says:

    First Love

    My first love was Steve with all his blond hair
    His game was cricket and I couldn’t compare
    My second love was Andy who liked lemon cake
    And kissed me so much my jaw would ache
    My third was Tony with beautiful brown skin
    But his sweet heart I was unable to win
    My fourth was Hank who was truly no good
    He didn’t ‘love’ me as I thought he should
    Fifth was Simon, or was it Craig, or Greg
    I liked so many – they were all good eggs
    Later came another Andy and a Nick
    A Stephen, a Chris – none would stick
    And then I turned ‘sweet’ seventeen
    And met a Daniel who was extremely keen
    Now I am old and married too
    But I had lots of fun and so should you!

  8. Tania says:

    Oh, this is perfect. I want to enter, and have a thought rattling around, but first I have to ask … does the title have to be exactly that? Or can it be a variation? My variant simply adds punctuation, which somewhat alters the meaning of the title, if that makes a difference.

  9. Tania says:

    Before I write the piece that’s rattling around in my head, I have this one. It’s a piece of a much longer work, but it is the one that makes me ache.

    http://mywordsarealive.wordpress.com/2012/05/04/first-love-2/

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  12. iambriell says:

    Greetings,
    I was excited to see the topic for the week! This comes from a very special place. While it is not taken out of context it does reflect on the topic; First love!
    Enjoy!
    http://briellthewriter.wordpress.com/2012/05/05/first-love-poem

  13. jymiely says:

    haha! I’m behind!but it was fun Corey, thank you so much :) hehe…gotta scribble for the next challenge :)

  14. eof737 says:

    I’m finally catching up again on blog posts. Thanks for your patience! :-)

  15. There she stood
    Oblivious
    To everything
    And everyone
    Around her

    The wind catching her hair
    Blowing wisps of it
    This way and that
    A slim slip of a girl
    In a world not her own

    I looked on
    How long I cannot tell
    My eyes burned
    It is a surprise
    They did not burn out their sockets

    I marveled at the creature before me
    I’d seen her before
    But never in this light
    It happened then
    As I stood watching

    She became my muse
    I went closer
    And closer
    To hear the words
    That escaped her lips unaware

    I wondered at her pain
    And took salve to her wounds
    And finally
    I worshipped
    Like countless others before me

    Perfection stood before my eyes
    I knew nothing else to do
    But bow my heart in obeisance
    My will,her slave
    My thoughts, bound evermore to her

    I saw
    All at once
    The most cherished virtues
    The best parts of the self
    I dreamed to be

    The sun shone brighter
    The rain fell merrily
    Creation was in rapture
    Filling my ears with the rhapsody
    Of dreams that seemed to have come true

    And still
    My eyes would not leave her
    Several years after
    I still stand on that pier
    Seeing her again as at the first

    Though she does not stand there anymore
    My eyes burn still
    At the sight before me
    They do not burn out their sockets
    Because they are filled with tears

    For there she stands
    Forever in my heart
    And I worship in her absence
    My heart bowed
    Still in obeisance.

  16. Kenn Taylor says:

    First Love

    To have been in love
    However long since
    However many more
    loves
    in between
    Always remains
    Like scar tissue
    on the heart
    A line in the sand
    Until death
    To remind you
    Of the possibility
    Of the intensity
    Of feeling
    Of the possibility
    Of the intensity
    Of life

    By Kenn Taylor

    http://kenntaylor.wordpress.com/

  17. visionary7 says:

    When thinking of her
    My mind becomes still,
    There’s something wrong with my stomach
    I believe that I’ve become ill.
    She encapsulates my heart
    And I’m at her every whim,
    A lot of her friends would say
    I can’t believe what you’re doing to him.
    A smile shined from my face
    Every time that we would kiss,
    I thought that I heard birds singing
    But it was only a snake’s hiss.
    It felt as though our souls were dancing
    At a rate that would never end,
    Yet after she was done with me
    I cannot even call her a friend.
    The time that we spent together
    Seemed like a dream come true,
    Yet I realized it was my nightmare
    When the truth busted through.
    My heart was thrown into a blender
    And fed to the maiden of sorrow,
    My emotions were out of my reach
    And I no longer looked forward to tomorrow.
    Confusion vomited onto my clarity
    Causing everything to stink,
    The beautiful colors had faded
    So I just ordered another drink.
    When I finally felt the void
    My eyes were leaking their tears,
    For finally surrendering to love
    Was one of my biggest fears.
    Even though I swam through chaos
    There actually was some good,
    I won’t be so giving with my heart
    Unless their intentions are understood.
    I wish that it would’ve ended differently
    So we weren’t on such bad terms,
    Because when I’m still at night
    I feel that my heart still squirms.
    Goodbye to my first love
    For you’re someone that I’ll never forget,
    I just hope that a time will come
    When I’m not drowning with my own regret.

  18. Congratulations Wendy! Thanks for the update and beautiful First LOVE poem, too, loved it! You’re a wonderful friend ~Deborah

  19. the dreamer says:

    my first attempt to join a competition :> This is my submission :D

    http://savethedreamer.wordpress.com/2012/05/07/first-love/

  20. Janzen says:

    Last week’s challenge was so close. :D Here’s mine for this week! http://hashtagblogs.wordpress.com/2012/05/08/the-poetry-challenge-first-love/

  21. I’ve just nominated you for the Versatile Blogger Award, because I love your blog :-)

  22. atirahjewel says:

    http://atirahjewel.wordpress.com/2012/05/08/first-love/

    The link to mine. I just realized, this is the FIRST time I’ve participated in this. lol ;)

  23. First Love

    It is a new day’s dawn on my soul’s beat.
    It reverberates echoes that call out to your heart.
    Cupid flew our way to puncture both hearts with its dart.
    Now we mesh like the hues that’s due to both of us.
    A new color is born to create a new start.
    Never to be separated through death-until-we-part.
    I’m the man of your dreams and will be no other.
    No dishonesty shall result in a voice that stutters.
    No untrustworthiness shall result in a thought that is concerned.
    No voice shall result in lips that are silent.
    Your presence speaks volumes.
    Your skin is fine like baby powder.
    Your eyes scream to mines.
    Girl, you are so fine!
    You will always be mine.
    My first love.
    You make me shine!

  24. “First LOVE”

    It is the perfume of your hands and the
    Way you walk, deserving of all eyes to rummage
    Across your possession—
    Hands that can crush and cut through the wilderness
    Of life’s denseness—

    Do not bid me to dim my eyes behind my
    Inevitable delight, my gaze must deign courage
    If I am to cheat demise—
    In your hands I would lend to weightlessness
    And breathless—

    Love has no claim upon my exclamation,
    Adoration the syntax of my prolific verbiage
    Bent by your shadow—
    Do you not hear the life of me teetering at best
    Like confession’s guest?

    Guilty, guilty, guilty! No cross examination
    Could uncover, reveal what I have unleashed
    With one sweep of light—

    Suddenly I am autumn’s gold blown pleasure
    By your feet!

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