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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Lovely Nightmares

by Louise Mason

This love is Hiroshima.
A nuclear power that poisons the rivers of our homeland
and I watch the twitching agony of blackened fish
wide eyed in fascination.

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Vows

by Louise Mason

An illicit affair, you were love at first sight
pastel pink purples under blinding store light.
You and your comrades in colour code rank
my fleet of defences you shamelessly sank.

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Note to self

by Louise Mason

He was a circle and I was a square
When we met.
Thinking of him, thinking of me occasionally was enough
a secret indulgence.

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What am I?

by Lucy Alexander

Dark face, surprised eyes, bright whites -
I look out from the lorry and into the night.
Flash-lights dazzle and voices muddle;
under the rough blanket I huddle.

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Small Town Girl

by Lucy Alexander

I was a market-town girl of the seventies.
The tree-lined avenues all led down
to a market-square of shops and punks and cops.
Up and down we walked to town, slipping into shit-filled snickets,

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Casual Sex

by lucy pitt

Casual sex is a funny old term,
It suggests that no jacket's required
But I think it pays to be formal,
There's strength in the smartly attired.

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Dying with the speed of light

by Luiza Fediuc

I'm getting closer to that line
the bright line of the horizon
where all pain dissolves.
I'm the only traveller

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Walled In

by maliha neesa

Brick by Brick, Trick by Trick,

Being buried, walled in, but the

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Taking Flight

by maliha neesa

Walking down a street in Gaza one day
Which street it was, I forget the name,
Looking around I began to feel a sense of shame.
I met a young boy, eyes full of terror

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The knowledge that burns

by Marc Balbirnie

As I make my way up and
down the lines in shades
of green are parted by a
furrowed brow and I

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