Contest Poetry;

Murder

With filmy eyes

And cold cold skin

So flaccid, ahh, I see

Rigidity has already set in

Lividity, lividity, cherry red spots!

It’s not cold outside

Maybe it was cyanide

Or maybe, maybe it was carbon monoxide

Love

Young loves cold fingers

Grasp the heart in an iron grip

The young mans careful not to fall

The young girl not to slip

Alas, their failed attempts

To avoid cupids arrows

And the laughs, smiles, happiness

Tears, pain and sorrow

Death and Innocence

Bright blue sky, cloudless and sunny

An innocent blue-eyed child runs behind a bush

Laughing and smiling; he looks to his left

And then to his right

His scream pierces the air

For he has found a naked young girl

Whose face is covered by her hair

His broken heart shines brazenly on his sleeve

The tears stream like waterfalls

The police come and take the body away

And that’s it for the sunny day

That’s all

Young Love; Soulmates

Two hands intertwined

Two sets of eyes locked

Two hearts stamped with “mine”

Now tis true that lovers quarrel

But love overcomes it all

And young hearts, once in love

Never truly separate

There is such things as meant to be,

Forever and soulmates

And young lovers whether they are that,

Or not, they always like to think they are

It almost always turns out sad

Love and Death in Life

So different yet so alike

You live, you love, you fight,

You laugh, you smile, you die

Why, oh why, are people so unnaccepting of death.?

For it is but apart of living

And most certainly a part of loving

They both exist in our hearts and minds

Along with trust, hatred, lust, and lies

People fall in love and sometimes love turnes to hate

People get married and sometimes they separate

People die but soemtimes they come back

To live again, and die again

This is the oh so monotonous cycle of our world

There is nothing out there for us but this

Love and lust, death and hatred, lies and trust