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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Wallow Beast

by Joe McBride

Wallow beast
slick and musty
take a moment's pause
tomorrow isn't on

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The Bubble

by Joe Worthington

Escape.
That’s what he needs. Escape
From this bubble he has resided in for the past sixteen years.
His sanctuary of loneliness and desolation

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Our Perfect Love

by Joel Arshad

Your beauty draws me into an unfamiliar and delightful world.
You're able to take me to a wonderland of darkness and sweet scent.
Your hair; dark as delicious chocolate.
Your face; shines like fresh apples.

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Suicide of a Porn Star

by Joel Arshad

When I was young I dreamed of being a princess.
My dream was to meet and marry my prince.
But now I know these men are fictional.
They're all fucking pimps.

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The Child Inside

by Johannes Francois Du Toit

Every day I dream a little less
I wake to see the dark devoured day

For the screaming child inside

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Lost in the forest of my mind.

by Johannes Francois Du Toit

I got lost in the forest of my mind again last night
its winter here, now
it’s been winter here way to long.
Rock, trees and death here

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will-o'-the-wisp

by john berry

It's early, and the cold wind blows, the valiant moonbeams sigh.
Betwixt the trees beneath the trees; on the gurgling waters lie.
When all the air goes quiet... all the air goes still.
As the light in the mist of a will-o'-the-wisp... of a sweet or bitter pill.

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An urgent rush

by John Fry

I took my time
Around me the world had an urgent rush
Slowly my mind lived
The world that day

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Life

by John Fry

I chanced upon a sixpence
Lying on the floor
I picked it up
Tossed the coin

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The Somerset Levels

by John Keenan

I see you in this landscape everywhere:
in sunken moors where water stands for weeks
unable to drain away, like old hurts;
in coppiced willows, wounded in winter,

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