Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2010


by Anjali Kirpalani

Tangled up, messy, hurtful,
Kind, encouraging, hopeful,
They can be anything we want,
Just like our minds,
Despite having control over them, sometimes we don’t,
Apologies are made,
Yet sometimes it’s too late,
Once spoken they rarely fade,
They have hurt you like a spade,
All that is left to say is,
Don’t give them the power to affect you,
Today should be a day of bliss,
Not one that is blue,
Let it hit and miss,
Please don’t let my harsh words affect you…

Added: 29.04.2010

Judges' comments on this poem


very prosy


words can hurt more than injuries - i once greived over harsh words for a period of 2 years! I can really relate to this poem.