poetry contests april 2021

‘Jika perpisahan ini terasa menyakitkan, kuharap kita tidak pernah bertemu ....’ ‘Aku masih menggenggam butiran-butiran cinta yang pernah aku dapatkan ....’ ‘Kenangan pertamaku melihatmu di bawah pohon sakura, kini menyisakan rasa pilu’ ‘Kau adalah orang yang bisa mengubahku, jari jemariku selalu ingin menggenggam tanganmu, mendekapmu, dan meraih tubuhmu ....’ Dan hatiku ini .... Hanya selalu ada untukmu .... ******************** Seorang gadis bernama Kisaki yang pintar dan memiliki kepribadian sedikit tertutup sering dibully oleh teman-temannya di kelas. Suatu hari seorang murid pindahan dari Tokyo bernama Yoshimura berusaha menyelamatkan Kisaki dari pembulian tersebut. Tapi nahas, dia malah terluka parah yang membuatnya terbaring di rumah sakit. Kisaki merasa bersalah telah melibatkan Yoshimura di dalam permasalahan hidupnya. Namun, Yoshimura sendiri tidak keberatan karena dia tidak tega melihat seorang gadis dirisak di depan matanya, dia menolongnya berdasarkan inisiatif sendiri. Semenjak saat itu Kisaki tidak dibully lagi, Kisaki yang tahu kalau Yoshimura adalah orang yang nilainya di bawah rata-rata mencoba mengajarinya sebagai balas budi karena telah menolongnya waktu itu. Keduanya pun menjadi dekat dan saling mengenal satu sama lain. Kisaki menjadi tahu kalau Yoshimura yang mukanya pas-pasan yang pindah dari Tokyo ini mencoba menyembunyikan identitas yang sebenarnya sebagai keturunan Yakuza dan dia mencoba pergi jauh demi menjalani hidup yang damai. ‘Dia ternyata laki-laki yang buruk,’ awalnya Kisaki berpikir demikian, apa bagusnya dari orang yang menjadi Yakuza? Tentu saja, dia sanggup melindungi Kisaki dari berbagai hal apa pun. Tak peduli meski darah Yakuza mengalir dalam dirinya ... begitu saling pandang, hati mereka selalu berdetak kencang. Kisaki juga tidak bisa menolak keberadaan Yoshimura yang telah menjadi pahlawan dalam hidupnya. Apakah ini yang dinamakan cinta pada pandangan pertama? “....” Catatan: Novel ini belum bisa dilanjutkan karena kesehatan Author semakin memburuk. Mohon doanya untuk kesembuhannya agar bisa melanjutkan ceritanya lagi, terima kasih.

'If this breakup hurts, I wish we never met...' 'I'm still holding onto the details of the love I once had...' 'My first memory of seeing you under the cherry blossom tree now leaves a feeling of sadness' 'You are the one who can change me, my fingers always want to hold your hand, hold you, and grab your body...' And this heart of mine... Just always there for you... ******************** A girl named Kisaki who is smart and has a slightly introverted personality is often bullied by her friends in class. One day a transfer student from Tokyo named Yoshimura tries to save Kisaki from the bullying. But unfortunately, he was seriously injured which made him lie in the hospital. Kisaki feels guilty for involving Yoshimura in her life's problems. However, Yoshimura himself didn't mind because he couldn't bear to see a girl being bullied in front of his eyes, he helped her on his initiative. Since then Kisaki has not bullied anymore, Kisaki who knows that Yoshimura is a person whose grades are below average tries to teach him as a reward for helping him that time. The two became close and got to know each other. Kisaki finds out that the mediocre Yoshimura who moved from Tokyo is trying to hide his true identity as a Yakuza descendant and he is trying to go far to live a peaceful life. 'He turned out to be a bad boy,' Kisaki thought at first, what's so good about being a Yakuza? Of course, he was able to protect Kisaki from anything. No matter how much Yakuza's blood runs through him... as soon as they look at each other, their hearts always beat fast. Kisaki also couldn't deny the existence of Yoshimura who had become a hero in her life. Is this what call love at first sight? “....”

its anything that you want it to be its meant for your feelings to just let lose

I hope you read, and when you read I hope you find that aching- that longing in you. I hope to light a spark of love in everyone who reads me, that will forge a fire of self love- together we can raise Mother Earth higher.

This is my first poetry to my BFF, written on March 7th, 2023. Peach blossom bloomed as gorgeous as bloom rain By: Amoureax Amant Peach blossom bloomed as gorgeous as bloom rain, at branch in full peach blossom on mountain, but left tree branch with wind through amber lake, toward fragrant sea like drifting snowflake. Just left when butterfly danced through peach tree, just left when hummingbird echoed with bee, when rising sun turned dark cloud peach blossom, when drifting rain fell from misty cloud dome. What if peach blossom stayed till September, peach blossom might neither dance through water, nor travel with light breeze through small arbor, toward vast sea like boat sailed from harbor. What if peach asked of peach blossom's journey, here's the answer, freer than in valley.

A collection of poems that I enjoy. Some are poems; some are quotes. They aren't mine--all credit where credit is due. There's no actual lead or genre since there isn't a true plot.

This is my second poetry to my BFF, written on October 28th, 2023. I envied redwood stretched toward heaven By: Amoureax Amant I envied redwood stretched toward heaven, whose branch in branch like hand in cloud ocean, whose leaves like thread weaved curtain covered sky, whose spot like stage light lit for butterfly. I envied stray bird hummed with bugs echo, whose siren song spread through redwood shadow, whose feather swirled like lone-drifting snowflake, whose wings like flash slipped through green amber lake. I envied cowboy rode through siren sight, whose horse ran on green sea plain at twilight, whose gun aimed at wild deer in green forest, whose bonfire cooked deer meat in light gauze mist. I envied fish blew bubble in amber, whose bubble bloomed as gorgeous as flower.

Where there is sadness, happiness, or emotions, There is blue.

It's just poetry I wanted to share with you

Poetry ••• Aimless. I guess that's what I am. There's no place I'd like to arrive at. So that makes me aimless. My feet start to ache. I don't want to walk anymore. I'm so very tired you see. I'm urged to keep on moving. Even if it's painful. I want to stop and ponder. Maybe think of where I'll end. What will happen if my feet grow roots. They usher me forward. Hands pushing against my back. I don't want to walk anymore. Upon this dusty path. My feet are dirty and tired you see. Good sir, please allow me rest. I'm urged to keep on moving. Regardless of my health. Since they push me to walk forward. I guess that I'll walk sideways. Aimlessly in the dust. I guess that's what I am. Aimless.