I would like you to write a love poem, in whatever style you like. You can email it to me andre66@gmail.com or leave it in the comments box below. The one that makes me laugh or cry the most will win a signed copy of Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now and this original doodle from the book.
The winner will be announced February 27th.
And the winner is....
Firstly, I would like to thank everyone who sent me a love poem. In total I received 108 poems via email and the comments below.
I picked 'Olive Juice' by Jess as the winner, because it made me smile in the same way as 'candyfloss' and 'snowmen' do. Jess, your doodle and signed copy of my book is in the post.
"OLIVE JUICE" by Jessica Mullan
your mouth spells it out
i blurt,
"i love you too,"
but i spoke too soon
all you said was...
"olive juice."
Hush.
Shush.
Not a sound.
Ear to the ground.
Listening for sounds.
Sounds that remind me of you.
Posted by: Paul | January 30, 2009 at 02:23 PM
You snore and fart for Eastern Europe
You can't speak proper English-like,
I love you as much as Turkish Delight
Despite the fact that I hate it.
Posted by: zoe | January 30, 2009 at 02:35 PM
when every word becomes numb and my ears ring drums like bright fluorescent lighting or the way fever pitches then you and i resolve ourselves into something more or less pornographic and if i could stop the thud the swell of the quake of your eyes nights pinning me into lifelike memories of myself six maybe seven years ago when i was less blind and more dumb then maybe these empty bottle nights might mean something more then maybe i wouldn't keep searching for you always at the end of all my fingertips
Posted by: imogen | January 30, 2009 at 02:36 PM
"thumb"
something about your
thumb on my thigh
makes sleep seem like
a waste of time
Posted by: nicole | January 30, 2009 at 03:40 PM
hmph.
not again.
i don't think i can handle the pain of being in love one more time.
how about we just be friends?
Posted by: Elena | January 30, 2009 at 04:52 PM
pain so heavy you feel your limbs might
break beneath its weight
you keep breathing and the world
keeps falling apart
tell yourself a hundred times to face the facts
but you’re a prisoner to your own lies
forty years in the desert is nothing
Posted by: MissE | January 31, 2009 at 05:52 AM
yesterday i learnt you like fat girls
since i'm thin, i spent the evening crying over a hamburger
maybe this will work after all
Posted by: andrea | January 31, 2009 at 07:44 AM
You are the bird that flutters
across my heart
my summer
winter
spring
fall
come,
fill my fingers
with falling stars
Posted by: Anna | January 31, 2009 at 09:19 AM
I don't know where your pots and pans go at night and I don't understand all the questions I am asked every time I just want to eat something and I have no idea what to do with the thing you want hard inside your brain to numb the sound of everything and everyday life and car crash violence on widescreem TV doesn't give me the same kind of anything at all
I don't know where your pots and pans go.
Posted by: robert | January 31, 2009 at 09:50 AM
Love is over
If you want mine
Love is over
Now
Hearts are broken
Threats are spoken
Love is over
Now
Posted by: Zora Therese | January 31, 2009 at 11:03 AM
When I sat down, I thought that I’d be able to write something beautiful about love
And all the wonderful ways in which it makes the world a better place
But love doesn’t live at my house anymore
Posted by: Amy22 | January 31, 2009 at 12:38 PM
I made a woman out of sand,
She makes me smile with her amizing beauty and quick witted jokes,
She's not how I made her anymore, she talks to other guys, she cries and she smokes,
I thought she was perfect,
My beatiful little object,
She's not my perfect fantasy any longer,
I'm not in love, I'm going to leave her
I made a woman out of sand.
Posted by: Frankie | January 31, 2009 at 04:29 PM
I meant amazing
not amizing
godamnit, well and truely cocked that up.
Posted by: Frankie | January 31, 2009 at 04:46 PM
We are missing
Nothing but fools
Who fall flat when
Turned aside
Our opulent words
Filled with the stuff
Of dreams and pixels
Float gaily in the electric air
Alighting on
Cardboard ears
A bursted bubble,
leaving a damp soap ring
All the magic
evaporated
Posted by: Tana | January 31, 2009 at 07:03 PM
Do you remember that letter
You wrote me, when you said
We should have a beautiful picnic
With strawberry wine and poetry, in an
empty field somewhere in summertime, because
Our conversations, you said, were
Better than kissing,
But then we never did?
And for years I kept track of every field
That I found, and looked for the
perfect volume written by someone
unexpected, because I wanted to impress you
and to find someone else’s words to
tell you how essential I thought
you were (because I always sound trite),
even though you were fucking
other girls, even though I thought
you had some pretty basic issues to work out
and I kind of hated you by then.
Well I drank strawberry wine
with someone else last night, and it was gross.
So there.
Posted by: Sarah Booth | February 01, 2009 at 12:01 AM
i don't really care if you don't want me to.
i will always love you.
my heart is waiting for a respite
and quite frankly,
you don't appear too sympathetic.
if i was smart,
i'd have fallen for a much more receptive boy.
and he'd have been better looking
too.
Posted by: Maggie | February 01, 2009 at 12:39 AM
your kisses tender sweet
dreamless nights cold war fights ends nowhere
why do i bother
Posted by: rinebabe | February 01, 2009 at 01:39 AM
I woke up a thousand times and I’ve dreamt of u nonstop, kissing me, sleeping in my arms, I woke up, it was dark, but you were still kissing me, sleeping in my arms, dream obsession, life obsession, again I can not eat …
Posted by: [+_+] | February 01, 2009 at 04:07 AM
Don't give up the whole forest for a tree?
Why did you say you're a tree?
If you are a tree,
you will be my only one,
there will be no forest,
you will be the most beautiful.
Please enjoy my company,
for I will not ask for anything more,
to be under your branches,
around your trunk.
But I know you stand tall,
and look far,
for your charming prince in his white horse,
then you'll dropped your apples of love for him.
You must know,
You must believe,
like love sang in songs,
My love for you is just like tree,
My branches are my arms and they're open,
My roots stay put and will not move,
you can choose to come and go,
I will shelter you from the rain,
whenever you needed me.
Posted by: eien kisu | February 01, 2009 at 05:44 AM
The Goddess and Her Warrior
You are the slave of love. Being pierced by a thousand invisible daggers, blades and spears, but yet YOU gives in to your goddess of love, YOU continue to love the goddess.
Your secret is about to leak. Well, it cannot be a secret for too long, You can't hold it for too long.
Till that day, the day you know you will be alone, the day the goddess exploits the darkess secrets of you - her follower, it's a sin to have affection for her. Face it you courageous warrior, face your death! Haha, warmth, kisses and hugges you have NONE.
She talks and sees you everyday because you are hers, you fight and follow her way of things. But is she yours? Yes, She's your goddess, she is the goddess of all men.
Daggers, blades, spears, knives bored into your heart but you feel nothing! Your heart is numb and doesn't bleed, but can you bear your tears of sorrows and lonliness? This is your punishment for loving her, she is dominant and oblivion, cute but untouchable, sweet but unloving, at least not to you.
Wake up warrior, others may say. But you still have faith in her.
But you have no courage to admit, in this war of love, you're a damn fucked up loser. But once you did, everything seems so peaceful, even if she doesn't believe it, "I'll still be her warrior, so what if she doesn't know my love for her? A warriror fights his own battles, with his soul, not his words, words are meaningless. I'll protect her with all my life." You said.
"I love her, I'm loving her, I will love her. Well, maybe silently."
Posted by: eien kisu | February 01, 2009 at 05:45 AM
I felt your love
it was like a frame on which my body draped itself for support
and it was like the most beautiful and joyous baroque music
that made my soul revel in being alive.
I was the best, happiest, and most shining version of myself I have ever been
and have never felt more like myself.
It was effortless.
Since you've gone, none of this exists anymore.
Everything is effortful.
I feel like I have no idea who I am meant to be.
Whoever I am feels like she is falling through the cracks, and is weighted down by feeling only wrong.
My soul is lonely and muted.
Music is my job, and it brings me no pleasure whatsoever - it costs me.
My body is useless and hateful to me, it feels wasted and superfluous.
I feel the absence of your love
and of all love.
Posted by: Maddy | February 01, 2009 at 07:04 AM
It was not his loss,
it was mine.
I lost myself in him:
in his lies;
in his unimpressive eyes.
What did he have to win
but my loss?
Posted by: Ben | February 01, 2009 at 07:38 AM
noted
sometimes when i stare at you
really i'm thinking what would happen
if the 'i love you' waiting in my mouth would tumble out
wondering if the aftertaste of regret would follow
or if things wouldn't change at all
because lately it's been fighting to escape
but i've managed to keep my mouth shut.
high on the excitement of strange familiarity;
waking up and smiling, even though
we never touched in the night
feelings have dipped high and low since then
from high-flying, head-over-heels-in-love euphoria
to the numb sadness that weighs down my heart
when i don't see you or after an argument.
the romantic in me hoping that the end in store for us
is the happily ever after type..
Posted by: lis | February 02, 2009 at 03:00 PM
My eyes are jealous of my heart ,
you are in my heart always and
my eyes do not have that privilege...
Posted by: Deepa | February 03, 2009 at 11:41 AM
Wonder
You know sense is the only smell that does not sleep
Wonder!!! None of my senses sleep
when you are around..
Posted by: Deepa | February 03, 2009 at 11:42 AM
I need a girl friend
To walk along the beaches
To talk for endless hours
To kiss her till the cows come home and
To miss her when she isn't home
I need a girl friend
To win her heart by stolen poems
Swearing I wrote it for her with winsome
To hug and explode with delight
When felt dread
I need a girl friend
Who is a cloning of moon
Rain in my room
Smells of lemon and
Rose in full bloom
Like a Barbie doll
With a pony tail
I need a girl friend who
Translates all my meaningless nights into poems
To grow older with 20 fingers through thick and thin
And die one day happily
I need a girl friend today…
Posted by: Deepa | February 03, 2009 at 11:46 AM
my black and white eyes turn colorful whenever i see you!!!
Posted by: Deepa | February 03, 2009 at 11:48 AM
you are wonderful.
with a capital W
and a capital ONDERFUL
Posted by: liza | February 04, 2009 at 02:09 AM
There you go
right in your face
I throw away your words,
your elegant things
You once called love,
you once called things
I throw away my heart,
that box of things
I throw away my mind,
manifested in things
I throw away your shit,
you dressed up in things
I throw away your face,
stack it with things
with your breath, your looks,
your beautiful things
I throw away your hands,
that colored things
once they touched them,
they colored them, things
I throw away a memory,
above all things
I planned to let last each day of eternity,
not like one of those things
before the blame and the guilt,
bloody destroyed all things
I throw away a lifetime,
smashed up, cracked up, messed up, screwed up, fucked up...
...
among other things.
Posted by: Zee Puppette | February 04, 2009 at 01:58 PM
i tried to tell you how much i love you
but now my heart hurts like hell
you had me arrested for stalking
now i love you from a jail cell
Posted by: jody | February 04, 2009 at 02:50 PM
"She's so quiet."
I agree.
You're eyeing her,
She's eyeing me.
I'm trying so hard to understand
but all I can feel is my heart in my hand.
I hate myself for hating myself
And love you for loving her.
What a beautiful way to end the day.
Posted by: Sage | February 04, 2009 at 04:32 PM
"OLIVE JUICE"
your mouth spells it out
i blurt,
"i love you too,"
but i spoke too soon
all you said was...
"olive juice."
Posted by: jess | February 04, 2009 at 05:23 PM
"love is in the air" - take a whiff.
my lungs are size of universe, still no sign of love
Posted by: Deepa | February 05, 2009 at 10:43 AM
RIDE THE WAVE
SUMMER SUN, SUMMER FUN, SUMMER LOVE
RIDE THE WAVE
LET IT BRING YOU WHAT YOU’RE DREAMING OF
FIRST I SAW YOUR LAUGHING EYES
BLUE AS SEAS BLUE AS SKIES
HIT ME LIKE A WAVE THAT SUMMER DAY
TOLD ME TO COME ALONG AND PLAY
YOU TOOK MY AND SAID LETS GO
I’LL TEACH YOU A WHOLE NEW SHOW
FEEL THE WAVES AND CATCH A FEW
WILL YOU CATCH ME? WILL I CATCH YOU?
NO TIME TO THINK NO TIME TO FEAR
NOW IT’S TIME TO TAKE THE DARE
I’M STANDING TALL I’M LYING FREE
NOW I’VE FOUND A WHOLE NEW ME
JUST BELIEVE LIFE WILL GO YOUR WAY
ANYTHING CAN GO WRONG ON A SUMMER DAY
IN YOUR HEART YOU FEEL THE SEA
RIDE THE WAVES AND YOU WILL FEEL FREE
FALLING UNDER LOST IN THE TIDE
BUT THERE YOU ARE RIGHT BY MY SIDE
PLAY IT COOL IF THAT’S YOUR STYLE
WHAT’S BEHIND YOUR SECRET SMILE?
SOUL SURFER YOU GO YOUR OWN WAY
OR IS THAT JUST THE THING THEY SAY
ARE YOU EVERYTHING YOU SEEM?
OR ARE YOU JUST A SUMMER DREAM
LET’S ROCK LET’S ROLL LETS GO OK
DON’T LET ANYTHING STAND IN YOUR WAY
WHERE YOU’RE GOING I DON’T KNOW
SO RIDE THE WAVE AND JUST LET GO
TRUST YOUR HEART TAKE A CHANCE FIND A WAY
ANYTHING CAN GO WRONG ON A SUMMER DAY
YOU CAN SAY HEY TO A FRIEND
IT MAY BE THE END
IT MAY NOT BE
JUST WAIT AND SEE
IT MIGHT BE SAD
YOU MIGHT GET MAD
You will concede
IF YOU BELIEVE
YOU WILL CONCEDE
BUT IF YOU REMEMBER
THAT GIRL NAMED EMBER
SHE IS WAITING
SO… GO
Posted by: gabby | February 08, 2009 at 07:22 PM
For you, I'd leave my house,
My work,
My morning cup of coffee,
My family,
My friends,
My corner of the bedroom,
My well-organised display cabinet,
My dog,
My car.
But you.
You only left me.
Posted by: Vikram | February 10, 2009 at 11:50 PM
Absurd coloured glass
red shoes forgotten to wear
dreams clear as fresh air
millions ways I've abandoned
Still I'm holding your hand
looking at the sky
We are happy
aren't we?
Posted by: Sensi | February 11, 2009 at 03:35 AM
Once upon a time, there was a girl who met a boy and fell in love
she didn't quite know exactly what to do
for the feeling in her stomach was overwhelming
it's true.
His eyes so perfect, the color so strange
Hazel with specks of espresso crazily arranged
she feels comforted whenever he's about
her heart lets her know that he's around
When they talk, it's silly you see
he puts on that look, then sticks out his tongue with glee
she does it right back and laughs amidst the crowd
for it's a special language they don't share out loud.
Have you ever seen a falling star?
you sit there,
silent.
watching with stillness from afar
you're filled with awe because of its beauty
and that's what she feels, with tender intensity
How this story ends, the girl does not know
what will the next chapter bring?
will she let go?
a love so young, but the story so long
how will this story for the girl unfold.
Posted by: Katelyn | February 11, 2009 at 05:48 PM
i live in my head
only for you
i cant think of
anything else to do
all i do is forget about you.
(atleast i try)
Posted by: Esmeralda Heras | February 12, 2009 at 09:45 PM
Today when i thought of you my heart did a flip. My stomach then did a flop. And the flop did me in. I could not eat the chocolate that I had lovingly unwrapped because when i thought of You my stomach flipped. Or flopped. And then I thought i hated you due to the fact that due to you making my stomach flop flip i could no longer eat my loved piece of chocolate. Until I realised that my heart only flipped and my stomach only flopped because I quite like you. I don't love you as much as chocolate yet, but I'm willing to give you a chance.
Posted by: Alexandria | February 13, 2009 at 01:05 AM
forever is kinda long,
but i cant stop loving you earlier.
so sorry.
Posted by: marie | February 13, 2009 at 12:02 PM
-Say something, please.
-What do you want me to say ?
-I don't know . Something. Anything. It's always me who is talking.
-That's because you like the last line to be yours.
...silence
Posted by: lazyfactory | February 15, 2009 at 10:25 AM
You are a stranger.
But your eyes are lustful,
and the way your body,
moves when you dance,
is so strange,
yet so graceful.
But we are both of the painfully shy persuasion,
so my blushing cheeks
will have to be my body’s
silent form of communication.
The blood rushes to my skin
and it stings against the winter air
as I walk home with a boy who loves me,
but does not know me.
And I love you,
but I do not know you,
the only thing I know is that,
your face is littered with blemishes.
Just like mine.
And I want to kiss every last one.
Posted by: a.c.t. | February 15, 2009 at 09:25 PM
They say love is blind.
It's true.
Sometimes I am so angry I cannot see past your faults.
Sometimes I am so upset I cannot see the light through my tears.
Sometimes I am so discouraged I cannot even fathom hope.
And don't even get me started on that silver lining.
All because I love you so, so much.
Posted by: soph | February 17, 2009 at 02:01 AM
You're the dust in my vacuum
The pots left in my sink,
You're the dirty socks upon the floor
I love you still , I think.
Posted by: Sara | February 17, 2009 at 04:41 AM
An Ode to the Wooden Spoon
Oh wooden spoon, you are such a delight
I remember how I searched for you that one drunken night
You were perfect as I belted my tone-deaf chorus
Something by the Who about a spider named Boris
I truly love you, my old cracked wooden spoon
You really know how to let a poor fellow croon
Posted by: Liz | February 17, 2009 at 11:54 AM
My friends all say I should let go. You tied me down.
I don't have the heart to tell them I threw out the scissors.
Posted by: Ale | February 19, 2009 at 08:35 AM
Before you go
Before you go away, I wanted to say...
"I love you Vestigial Organ"
by: aggywanda
http://absurdotopoeia.blogspot.com
Posted by: aggywanda | February 19, 2009 at 06:05 PM
be like the wind in your words
speak to me of storms and my hurricane heart
these goosebumps blamed on you
as i mumble my prayer for rain into your skin your mind
your hands
be like the sea in your motions
tempestuous and still, sharing the salt of days
iceberg sustenance
and i will float inside the deep of you for days on end
shining in the dazzle of the waves
be like the earth in your eternity
molten in your growth
eroding away the shell of me
where i drown in your gravity and dig the dirt from my feet
where san andreas conveys your pulse
and i tremble through my flesh
be like the sun in your heat
hydrogen lust and semi-permanence
scathe my skin into blackness and make me yours
dance with me through molecules and ions
and i promise to quench your thirst with my blood.
Posted by: karina valkyrie | February 19, 2009 at 09:29 PM
You said polish mayo was different
I had never had it
So you jumped off the bed
Naked
To the kitchen
You fed me Polish
Mayo off a spoon
In the dark
So tangy
I didn’t know
Love tasted like that
Posted by: Emi Shine | February 20, 2009 at 11:41 AM
you told me once
that you loved me as much
as the number of
chocolate chips in our pancakes.
you told me once
that you loved me as much
as the number of
colors of crayola crayons.
you told me once
that you loved me as much
as the number of
leaves on my sycamore tree.
there are approximately 76 chocolate chips in a bag.
my box of crayons has 64 colors.
there were 6 bags of leaves when i was done raking.
your love only lasted 146 days,
just like you always told me it would.
Posted by: Mary Yurso | February 21, 2009 at 01:11 PM