Contest Nominees

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Sunday

With my head resting on my arm,
listening to the heartbeat
of the earth
I counted the...

Poem -

Goodbye

Seven letters.

To many emotions.

Different feelings.

Especially when someone is...

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RAYS OF HOPE

RAYS OF HOPE

Don’t botherd what time has gone ,
Take all the good things along .
We are the creative...

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mirror,mirror

mirror,mirror

Early morning,

cast aside,

she walks an open floor plan,

finding clothes,

...

Poem -

A Ballad of Belle

A girl named Belle was born one day

In a small village of France.

And fancy was Gaston for...

Poem -

Checkmate

Checkmate

The value of life is not silver nor gold, the value of life has much more to behold

No deuce or...

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THE CALL

THE CALL

Your call , I hear , I am sure

And see the way

Right and straight

Still , I...

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Crossed Roads

In the middle of a crossroads

just wondering which way to turn

although I'm older and wiser...

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Infidelity

Infidelity

Stolen kisses

just delicious

swollen lips

straight to hips

Wandering hands...

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eclectic view

solitude
the way i see
fearful and shattered -
distortion
my world view
...

Poem -

LOVE

love, the force that drives us
always in search of
but rarely finding it true
only the...

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Waiting For Love to Find Me

Waiting For Love to Find Me

You say you love me, but you don't know what loving me means

Loving me is loving the self loathing...

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Comfort Zone

Comfort Zone

Coming on in leaps and bounds
surveying all that he surrounds
banging on his playpen
...

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Summer Storm

Summer Storm

sometimes the pupil of heavens eye
can give rise to a storm laced with...

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Wham Bam

Wham Bam

Wham, bam

thank you mam

to him your not worth a damn

Your his fuck

when he’...

Poem -

Voices From The Dream Box

Voices From The Dream Box

Whispers from the catacombs speak of my fate

These voices that echo "its too late" "its too late...

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YEARBOOKS AND PROMISES

Bobby sat next to me in junior high
We played foolish games, watched as the older girls walked by...