& The winners are; for my second poem contest
I, Jojo Al-waealy, want to thank you and everyone else for submitting their work to me. You have inspired me so much! The kindness, the support and love I have received since I started my blogging journey has been amazing. As I am still flabbergasted every day by your comments, love and support! This has been my reason why I started this whole “poem contest”. To show my appreciation and love, because that’s what YOU deserve.
The edges were crinkled
Crinkled or torn where your rose-thorn hands
Gripped and rendered the paper into
Millions of night lights that took on the
Duties of stars.
Your spirit shone in the leather
Blinded me with its perfume
You smelled of summer; cedarwood and
Sand from the bottom of the ocean
Pure as the deep cold water
Touched by moonlight.
Your ribs twist ivy into your spine
White, the bones reach for the edge of the world
Intertwine with the galaxy where I touched you
Curved, your vertebrae emanate hope.
Ink is running low. Like velvet, it drapes
Off you. Shadows and moonlight pool in the folds
I race against the quill to meet you but
You are unwritten; a seed planted and
Watered with the delicate scent of
Into the cicada-glittered night.
Written by: Jaya Avendel
Title: ‘Connected In This Moment,
a soft caress down my cheek
as we lay face to face
naked within the silk sheets
-we start from the top-
your emerald eyes hold
mine in a longing gaze
hands cold to the touch
at first, but passion ignites
as both our bodies relax
now intertwined together
-in this moment connected-
goosebumps chill me
your fingers moving gently
lovingly down my spine,
your exposed porcelain skin,
such a stark contrast
to the fire burning within you.
our movements unplanned,
yet we’re perfectly in sync
-each body craving the other-
as desire chooses the pathway
for this merging of two souls
and flesh, that all-consuming
passion being contained here
in this small space together
-am I still just dreaming of you-
where whispers and kisses
are exchanged, our love now
deeper and fuller than before.
Written by: Brianna Malotke
Dark purple was the jasmine’s rising sun on the crawl. But I don’t think of this color unsuitable on me. A flower of fragrance conjuring up notes through this wind from the mountain. Traveling, like the art of wandering on the road through the weeds of time, of which there is no time for a prowl in the depths of…….. I forgot.
I forgot. I forgot
for a minute where I was. In front of the jasmine, conjuring up notes of fragrance, the dreams, the trumpet calling “Jazz! Jazz!” “Where are you?” She hasn’t come yet. But the loudness of her presence is here. Already.
I suddenly feel the breeze going to the sea, fresh out of salt, fresh of jasmine, fragrant and light. Stroking enough to push me. But forward or backwards, that I do not know.
I suddenly shot up Still dark with the birds chirping. I am not here or there with the jasmine.
She’s not here yet.
Not yet. I don’t know when.
But not right now. And not yet.
Written by: Béa Chahine
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