MAG Poetry Competition 2010 - search for new poems

About 80% of the participants in the 2010 poetry competition wished their poems to remain viewable on the website. Check these out here:

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Drink is a poison

by Lisa Tyrrell

You may be beautiful, funny or kind,
But once drink controls you, you will lose your mind,
It will make you paranoid, angry and sad,
You will lose your charisma and eventually go mad

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Ben

by Lisa Tyrrell

Ben, you came to visit and now you're gone,
A angels blessing within a song,
We saw you there inside a bump,
Your mother felt you slide and thump

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We will be fireworks

by Lisa Tyrrell

My dream is going to happen, I know he's worth the wait,
My patience has been tested as I wait for our first date,
I know it's more than a crush because he's the only one I see,
He's my gift from a shooting star, we are truly meant to be

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True Romance

by Lisa Tyrrell

He looked in my eye and saw to my soul,
My knees went weak, I lost all control,
He was like a birthday gift, a wonderful surprise,
I knew he was the one when I looked into his eyes

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Music is Life

by Lisa Tyrrell

Every note and every tune,
Is a thought to consume,
Every word and all emotion,
Shows the love of music's devotion

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I FORGOT TO TURN 30

by Lisa Whatley

I was drunk on the sun,
Wild dogs played at my feet,
Insects annoyed my face.
I was high on the moon,

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Crush

by Loay Hady

Oh no, I feel ridiculously shy,
And once again, it’s the same reason why.

You’ve just strolled up next to me and stood by my side,

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Belly Flopped

by Lora Elizabeth Johnson

Sometimes I think I’m all talk,
And I’ve lost who I am,
Others. . .
I am small talk,

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Unrequited Unrequired

by Lora Elizabeth Johnson

I was angry with my nose,
So cut my face off,
With hine of sight,
Out of my spite,

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still not that bright

by lorna jayne hackett

In the dark confinments of our souls,
we find a place the scares us,
a place that can seem so dark and uninviting,
yet we step in to find peace, why?

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