A Shooting Star

I wrote two poems to submit in something of a poetry competition my school is holding for some famous poet guy who's here. However I was only allowed to submit one of the two, so this is the poem I didn't choose to submit.
Just felt like sharing it here.

Theme: Love
A Shooting Star

Your hair
flowed in the wind
like a bouquet of rosemaries,
dancing in the palm
of an angel.

A shooting star
nestled itself
into your eyes,
not budging from its place.
Neither it nor I
wanted it to leave

How long does it take?
To start a flame with those flowers that fell
from my stuttering hands on that fateful day?
How far away are you?
And how will I ever get there
without cheating?

I am impatient.
I can’t wait,
for as long as you can.

A shooting star,
was dragged out of its den,
taking its ethereal glow,
back into the night sky.
I begged it to stay,
and it did too.

Your hair
soaked in the tears
like a broken broom left out in the rain,
abandoned
by the spool of our destiny.

can you write a poem about Felipe "Less" Basso

I_LOVE_LESS [#2]

can you write a poem about Felipe "Less" Basso

I can count the number of series I've seen him play on one hand. Besides, I know like... nothing about this guy

geospliced [#3]

I can count the number of series I've seen him play on one hand. Besides, I know like... nothing about this guy

he is like the second coming of jesus christ

Lovely Jubbly

Nice read, keep it up man. Hope the one you submitted does well. What it the same topic of love or smth different?

can we get one on american's love for absolute horseshit food

Alr3adyGone [#6]

Nice read, keep it up man. Hope the one you submitted does well. What it the same topic of love or smth different?

The theme was also love but it is more nuanced (to a point where I don't even want to share it lol).

butterdog_dogwithdabutter [#7]

can we get one on american's love for absolute horseshit food

Here's a quick poem on American's love for absolute horseshit food.

Grace

The chemical slop drips down the biscuit
in the grasp of the bloated man,
his grubby fingers trying to wrap
themselves around the dry,
tasteless and
undistinguished object.

A juicy and boneless slice
of nigh-authentic pizza
is born from a cutter,
that runs down the pie
trying to imitate the work of scissors.

Gaia paints a tapestry,
of the gifts she bear.
But those who are blind to her favor
are not deserving
of the true wealth embedded
in hearty gastronomy.

The vibrant land of many cultures,
and the foul hand of capitalism
turns what should be
into what should be not.

I don't feel comfortable producing this type of writing :l

geospliced [#9]

Here's a quick poem on American's love for absolute horseshit food.

Grace

The chemical slop drips down the biscuit
in the grasp of the bloated man,
his grubby fingers trying to wrap
themselves around the dry,
tasteless and
undistinguished object.

A juicy and boneless slice
of nigh-authentic pizza
is born from a cutter,
that runs down the pie
trying to imitate the work of scissors.

Gaia paints a tapestry,
of the gifts she bear.
But those who are blind to her favor
are not deserving
of the true wealth embedded
in hearty gastronomy.

The vibrant land of many cultures,
and the foul hand of capitalism
turns what should be
into what should be not.

I don't feel comfortable producing this type of writing :l

hard

geo serenading me once again

geospliced [#3]

I can count the number of series I've seen him play on one hand. Besides, I know like... nothing about this guy

can you write one about my bald goat sideshow

CanadaMan [#11]

geo serenading me once again

<3