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TeenInk How would you rearrange this old cliche? "You can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar" http://t.co/xTNZxcKYxK
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TeenInk "Thinking is the best way to travel." - The Moody Blues http://t.co/5jzE5kVJyB
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TeenInk If this is the ending of the story, what is the beginning? http://t.co/gRzPosYXRi
i like poetry,and i write romantic poetry.this is a contest for romantic poetry.give me your best shot!
Two quetions, a) how many can we enter? and b) Does the romance have to be from the veiw of a person or with a person? Basicaly, can the narature love a dog or something?
Is it okay to put something here that I intend to try and puphish (not on teen ink)?
Our love is like soup
no matter how many times you heat it up
it will always cool off again.
Our love is like Chinese food
after experiencing it you will still
crave something else in 30 minutes.
Our love is like a Clementine
it is miraculously sweet
but it was never grown and harvested.
Our love is like Skittles in a dark movie theatre
you never know which flavor you will get.
The Flower
I was just a little seed where my story begins.
The couple took me home they planted me they watched me
Grow, so I grew and watched the couple live too.
They always came in holding hands and he always left with a kiss.
Then came the winter freezing nights, my petals fell off
so she nursed me back to health, and still I watched the
them live. At first everything was sweet, but along with
Spring came the fall and there was growing, but the growing was not happening
to me it happened to the couple it was them growing apart.
Soon after came the fights with the upset cries. As I grew taller
Away went their loving smiles.
One night the screams were worse than always. There was a man a
suitcase and a slammed door in the cold night.
He did not come back in the morning or the evening or the night.
The woman kept on crying through the horrible freezing night. Over time I grew
very wide and tall. The next time I saw this man was after a long
time. However, in this time the woman forgave and forgot.
The man sat at the table with his hand holding hers,
The woman wore a gleaming smile on her face.
I had always believed in this couple, and I will until my last petal may fall.
It's about a relationship but not very romantic Stronger Your so nice to me Who dropped you on your head Landed you next to me I am mean You are nice Both of us sensitive Fire melted by ice You want an apology For something I did long ago I've changed And grown But you won't let his go You should be stronger than this I should be kinder towards him But it's in my blood Keeps me alive Who I am You should be stronger than this not appalled By the polluted air that fill my lungs You were punished I was praised In different worlds We were raised I see that look in your eyes I am surprised Why do you care what I surmise It's just my opinion I've got a million I forget you can hear me That words have meaning And that you mean so much to me What would kindness cost In the whole scheme of things But really you should be stronger Withstand the salt water I bathe in longer I'm trying hard for you Can you be strong for me?
Oops didn't end up in poem form sorry about that
