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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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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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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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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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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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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