Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2010

Broken Promises

by Moosa Shahid

They say we're born with recipes of disaster,
Gunshots were heard like evil laughter,
But you're your own, master and king,
So stop killing like you owe the devil a thing,
Sniffing cocaine, injecting through veins,
Slowly getting hooked onto that pain,
Forgetting about the troubles of mankind,
As you sniff through another line,
To lose your mind,
Body and soul,
Lose everything you fought to control,
All cause people stare in the devils eyes,
Broken promises that lead to cries,
Broken promises that lead to cries.


Memories intertwined,
Wishing they could rewind,
Instead of them being recollections,
Of past joys and lost affections,
But the relationship faded,
Leaving you hurt and or so jaded,
Back alley deals were your heart was traded,
For a piece of coal, feeling so degraded.
As she broke you down, crushed your heart,
Made you drown and you knew it from the start,
All cause people stare in the devils eyes,
Broken promises that lead to cries,
Broken promises that lead to cries.




See we were made for good, and we die for less,
Only to get stabbed through the breast,
Struggling with our life,
Like a double edged knife.
They say this world is ours,
And this life is mine
But were taking each others, with each passing hour,
in search of another shiny dime?
Still sooner or later we all run out of time,
Too late to see things clearer,
As we lay down our dearest,
And they stare into the mirrors of life,
Realizing mistakes with horror and strife.
All cause people state into the devils eyes,
Broken promises that lead to cries,
Broken promises that lead to cries.

Added: 26.02.2010

Judges' comments on this poem

06.05.2010

A great topic, but more "close-up", personal, particular images would increase the poem's power and emotional resonance.

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