MAG Poetry Competition 2011 - search for new poems

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The Forgotten Journey

by Lara Haworth

Swaddled in a sea of warmth,
Tranquillity at its best!
Suddenly a painful jolt,
Disturbs my peaceful rest

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Contemporary

by Laura Nunez-Mulder

Art of today
Free of old-fashioned shackles
Rhyme and Metre.
Nothing to hold one back

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I am born

by Laura Nunez-Mulder

Warm, red, pulsing
The beat da-dum da-dum
Pressure. An earthquake, it moves
me down down oh! below

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Cello

by Leanne Dolby

the air is thick with notes sung by a cello
echoing in sparsely decorated chambers
red and orchestral vibrations crimson
like the ferric blood charged with sonic

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Misoprostol

by Leanne Moden

Narrower now, and smaller too,
I curl around my core
a sphinx without a secret.
Weeping for that which I could not bear.

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Ghost Train

by Lee Allen

A half full carriage,
not all the seats were vacant but nearly all were empty,
The unfulfilled victims of normality,
Symptoms ablaze.

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The sun rolling down Penglais hill

by Letty Wilson

Is it sleep deprivation
Or does fag ash conjure woodsmoke?
Metallic vegetation
Colouring the air. Does cut grass cloak

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Inconspicuous

by Leyla Gittins

I could be offended by your backstabbing bitchiness
Making me feel as though I’m inconspicuous
And I could always cry about your eyes that judge
And feel hopeless that I remain the object of your grudge

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Encircled Sentiments

by Lien Cullinane

She was introduced the first and then bid farewell at second This instance now passed, lost to soon Another day dawns, indistinguishable to others but I begin a new Purity, innocence and beauty enclose eyes that flutter a story longing to be read A disclosure I unfairly judged and queried before revealing hidden wounds that I've never displayed Rare are such qualities found, can this be true? A woman can trust then open then carve and still love me too Defining moment, disguised amidst the flow of the night, how to know of the profound impact unplanned actions can make Every one of those seconds I did hasten to waist for once passed I look around to see nothing has changed So the soul yearns, encircled by sentiments of love and loss, it's only now I realize what emotional boundaries I've crossed A simple moment in time
She was introduced the first and then bid farewell at second
This instance now passed, lost to soon
Another day dawns, indistinguishable to others but I begin a new

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A rose in its cup

by Lien Cullinane

Soft smoothed skin brings a warmth to a bore battered and bruised by a fear through a crop of seed grown a smile, pale clasped hands, silk caresses a wound the corncrake in long grass unsuspecting the near swoop Not long since I found you, cagey then curious a found reflection bound calmness as conversationalists we grew Like as a cub and its sibling, not hawk on a prey, the thrill of a chase and a grounding not for kill nor for food they swivel grass of a spring dawning, breathing a sparkling morning dew One moon did pass 'till our meeting that followed greeting you spilled an age coined wisdom of lessons more learnt a migrant bird that rustles scattered leaves of rain settled dust - twig from a chop, another crib in a flock This swallow amongst pigeons, you glide with this limp by your side a scare torn by adversaries built by wit, a constant heaving causing structures to cap side For with Time there's a healing but pale attacks breathes a defense of misadventures that still curse, as nature recites a mantra "with exposure brings hurt" Like a rose nipped in its cup, prevention not cure before the poisoned elements of nature wither a vulnerable open glory a far more irritable sore For twice I packed blunt clippers with intentions to cut but the elements were pleasing, I did coward to your beauty unearthed Now another hour 'till I see you again a cloud approaches its peak, droplets to fall upon nourishing fauna, absorbed by river running stream hidden depths below For I need a Friend, I'm a afraid of much more Soft smoothed skin brings a warmth to a bore
battered and bruised by a fear through a crop of seed grown

a smile, pale clasped hands, silk caresses a wound

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