MAG Poetry Competition 2011 - search for new poems

About 44% of the participants in the 2011 poetry competition wished their poems to remain viewable on the website. Check these out here:

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cuckoo

by Adrienne Frances

old-world cuckoo
just enough charm to manipulate
this parasite into my nest

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MAN ON A MOBILE BY KINDERTRANSPORT STATUE IN LIVERPOOL STREET STATION.

by alan price

Five children of copper coloured stone,
moulded in exile, with all the flight
of anxiety sculptured out of their faces.
Representatives for those who crossed Germany,

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reborn

by aleah leigh lockwood

A dying out cry that screams with in your soul
Feeling guilty in knowing the word you only needed was no
Wanting something that was never there to be
Finding your happiness in a dusty vile seat

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Reborn

by aleah leigh lockwood

A dying out cry that screams with in your soul
Feeling guilty in knowing the word you only needed was no
Wanting something that was never there to be
Finding your happiness in a dusty vile seat

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The grass is greener

by Alec Sharp

The grass is greener is it not?
Fields of promise, fields of hope
Winds of change and start anew
New beginnings hold good fortune

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One and only

by Alec Sharp

One and only you are to me
Like paired swans twas meant to be
Deepest brown eyes into i fell
Longest dark hair spun from the night

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13

by Alex Walker

The breeze turned to a wind in her 13th year
The soils which once were tendedwere left
To her own care
Poisoned by words,

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The Information Age

by Alexander Velky

An explosion of filaments
Encircled the globe,
Unwound like a butterfly's proboscis:
A hundred butterflies' proboscises

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End of Times

by Ali Khan

is this is the end of times,
are we paying attention or acting blind
earthquales tremor, communitys washed away
dead babies, houses gone unlimitless pain,

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Kierkegaard, my heart is torn

by Alice Gillam

I drop my waxed paper parcel
so carefully wrapped by the butcher
onto the cracked concrete pavemnet.

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