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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Sex is just a metaphor

by rhiannon frame

Everyone says OhiLoveyou. Everybody says hellohellomeetmyboyfriend-
he's the one holding my hand like it might fly away -
but does anybody, anybody, feel the things we do?
I didn't want to hurt you or box you in, I just, well.

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Jigsaw

by Richard Brown

Up in the Halls of Death they issue newcomers
a jigsaw on your birth day
and though you think your life is
one long random lurch from one thing to another

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Severe weather warning

by Richard Harrow

They say the snow is on its way again,
as if it were doing the rounds
like a doctor or influenza or a comet
on a bagatelle path across the English sky.

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Consumed

by Richard van Spall

The Gap behind, my tongue reading a monograph
tracing the recent departure of my wisdom teeth
as I wait on a metal-rimmed island in the middle
of a road, the width of a street, with blood on my hands.

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Sleep

by Rick Robinson

last night i dreamt of you
sitting on a tree swing
your legs outstretched

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15 Lines

by Rick Robinson

lets take a glass of red wine together
and talk about anything…except the weather,

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Existentialism

by Rienzi Gokea

So here I was, sitting in the room.
A cacophony of thoughts bouncing around my head,
the pens scratching away,
the entire class expressing the most

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Riverside Reverie

by robert dale

At the creek where the river paths its way to the horizon
I build a wooden frame: a living catalyst or compass
Or a fanciful mesh of twigs and string
Woven with childish dreams and idealisms.

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Ferdinand

by robert dale

If her eyes be crafted by Ra, then her pupils be the Sun.
And to cup her bosom would be to gild it with gold,
Or to hear her music, a betrothal of rhyme,
Formed by her beauteous lips, like roses, to match,

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The Parting

by Robert Griffith

We parted at the end becoming closer than some
Fraught with what went and what is to come
Miss you as words refuse to describe
Feelings and loss collide and imbibe

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