Battle of Poets: Boys vs. Girls

[criss cross]

Don't laugh

Give it one last try, there's still time.

 

[criss cross]

In dreams, you stand where raindrops fall,
A tender smile, a soft enthrall.
The storm wraps us in its sweet embrace,
As I gaze upon your glowing face.

The rain becomes our silent song,
A rhythm where we both belong.
You laugh, your voice like gentle rain,
Washing away all doubts and pain.

Barefoot, we dance in moonlit streams,
Caught between reality and dreams.
Each raindrop holds a secret wish,
A kiss, a touch, a fleeting bliss.

In this moment, the world is ours,
Beneath the rain, beneath the stars.
First love, a crush, so pure, so deep,
Dancing with you in dreams I keep.

As morning breaks, the dream may fade,
But in my heart, your love is laid.
A memory of rain and you,
A first love forever, soft and true.

Very nice, even though it's late, it's nice.

 

[Honey bunch]

Give it one last try, there's still time.

Sorry I won't, nothing will be going to change anyhow

 

[kannaa]

In dreams, I stand where rain does fall,
A whispered breeze, a soft night’s call.
The sky, a canvas, painted grey,
Where memories of you drift and sway.

First love, a spark, so pure, so bright,
Caught in the rhythm of the night.
Raindrops tap on windowsills,
Echoing the longing that love instills.

In each drop, your laughter’s sound,
A melody where dreams are found.
I chase the clouds that hide your face,
Yearning to touch that tender grace.

The rain is you, and I am the breeze,
Dancing with shadows through the trees.
In this dream, where time stands still,
My heart beats softly, against its will.

First love, a crush, a whispered name,
In rain and dreams, it stays the same.
A fleeting touch, a silent prayer,
Forever caught in the cool night air.

 

[criss cross]

Sorry I won't, nothing will be going to change anyhow

Okay, whatever the result, women's power has awakened, and that itself is significant

 

[criss cross]

In dreams, I stand where rain does fall,
A whispered breeze, a soft night’s call.
The sky, a canvas, painted grey,
Where memories of you drift and sway.

First love, a spark, so pure, so bright,
Caught in the rhythm of the night.
Raindrops tap on windowsills,
Echoing the longing that love instills.

In each drop, your laughter’s sound,
A melody where dreams are found.
I chase the clouds that hide your face,
Yearning to touch that tender grace.

The rain is you, and I am the breeze,
Dancing with shadows through the trees.
In this dream, where time stands still,
My heart beats softly, against its will.

First love, a crush, a whispered name,
In rain and dreams, it stays the same.
A fleeting touch, a silent prayer,
Forever caught in the cool night air.

It would have been more fun if you had joined earlier, btw lovely

 

[criss cross]

Fun Reward or Penalty :-

1. If boys win, girls must write a cute or funny poem about them.

2. If girls win, boys must write a flirty or appreciation poem for them.

3. If it’s a tie, both teams must write a one-line romantic poem as a tiebreaker!

As per the rules, girls have to write a funny and cute poem for boys. So, @Honey bunch , I’d love to see your funny poem