A Love Too Honest - By Gavin Maja
Written By: Gavin Maja
Category: Poetry
Competition: Global Poetry and Creative Writing Competition 2026
Introducing Gavin Maja, also known as the "Moodswing Poet," whose collection "A Love Too Honest" is a testament to the power of authenticity in creative expression. As a participant in the Global Poetry and Creative Writing Competition 2026, Maja's work is a profound exploration of love, truth, and the beauty found within imperfections. Through his poignant verses, Maja invites readers into a world where honesty transcends conventional ideals of beauty.
About the Work
"A Love Too Honest" is a collection that delves into the complexities of love and the rawness of human emotion. Maja's poetry is marked by vivid imagery and an unflinching honesty that challenges traditional notions of beauty. His work evokes a mood of introspection, urging readers to find grace in the unvarnished truths of life. Through his unique style, Maja crafts a narrative that is both intimate and universal.
A Love Too Honest
Original Submission by Gavin Maja
A Love Too Honest
Gavin Maja (Moodswing Poet)
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A Love To Honest is a collection of original poetry written by Gavin Maja (Moodswing Poet).
The poems in this collection are works of original creative expression.
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In Praise of No False Beauty
My soulcarrier's voice is nothing like sweet melodic flows,
There is no gentle grace within her tone,
I dare not call her the sun or flawless great light.
For truth in her is greater than any man's praise.
Her scent is nothing like fine cologne,
Her laughter isn’t sweet, it can be very annoying;
At times I’d rather sit in solitude
Then hear her on an exhausting day.
Her toes are like a graveyard
waiting for the dead to be resurrected.
Her beauty is not like the rising sun,
Her lips are rough, like gravel to the touch,
Her presence is like crows,
loud and restless beneath the evening sky.
Yet still I love her in every flaw;
For in her truth there lives no trace of falsehood,
And that alone makes her more precious to me.
Soulcarrier : A person who carries a part of another's inner life so deeply that their presence or absence reshapes who that person is.
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The Caged Crow
If I can't be yours to love endlessly,
then the sun belongs to me now.
Your beauty means nothing to me
but a grotesque vow.
I will worship the light you could never allow.
I planted roses where your footsteps died,
and watched their thorns inherit the soil.
I caged my desires for you,
like crows too cruel for this world.
Your voice sounded like a country in recession,
beautiful promises collapsing between the figures.
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My Unwashed Lover
You came into my life smelling of
the sourness of yesterday.
Your sweater carried evidence of every
dead thing you tried to bury
a crime scene I tried to hide.
Your hair, I mistook for silk, stood like a
rebellion;
your breath could empty a room.
I have begged you to meet water, not as
a sacrifice,
but to let the shower claim its victory.
Yet you look at cleanliness like an enemy
waiting to take your kingdom.
Still, somehow, beneath the war between soap and you,
I find my love for you something rare.
Perhaps love is not smelling of roses,
but opening a window,
holding your nose.
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A Thief Called Nature
Nature looks pleasing to the eyes of men,
each holds a ledger filled with praise.
But I see it as a thief
stealing your beauty, then calling it its own.
Your voice falls like rain upon the dry earth,
softening every silence it encounters.
Your eyes are dawn's sky to behold,
holding a light that morning cannot keep.
Your hair falls gently upon your shoulders,
like leaves too perfect for this world,
dark as midnight before the stars appear.
Your lips are roses waiting to be touched
and your smile makes winter feel,
less austere.
Your hands are warm enough to shelter mine,
your laughter turns the quiet into melorapture.
Yet beauty is not what makes you dear;
It is the peace the world once called vain.
Melorapture : an ecstatic, almost rapturous feeling created by melody, voice, or laughter.
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Epitaph
Cursed be the tongue
that mocks these words;
may it forever stumble
upon the beauty it cannot understand.
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About the Competition
The Global Poetry and Creative Writing Competition 2026 by Hashtag Kalakar is a prestigious event that celebrates the diverse voices and talents of writers from around the world. Participants showcase their skills in poetry and creative writing, contributing to a rich tapestry of global literary art. This competition provides a platform for writers like Gavin Maja to share their unique perspectives and connect with a broader audience.
We extend our heartfelt gratitude to Gavin Maja for sharing "A Love Too Honest" with us in the Global Poetry and Creative Writing Competition 2026. His compelling exploration of love and authenticity enriches the literary landscape, inviting readers to embrace the beauty of unfiltered truth. We look forward to witnessing more of his evocative work in the future.
About Hashtag Kalakar
Hashtag Kalakar is a creative platform dedicated to providing artists, writers, singers and other creative talents with opportunities to showcase their work and reach wider audiences through competitions, features and creative initiatives.
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