Poems written for contests..that didn't win a trophy..but that doesn't mean they arent awesome reads 
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A ball curled into
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Bubbly dosage. Midnight, bottle had a pink label
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Hell is not being able to bring his smile back for him.
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Heaven is the happiness and love I give him, glowing from his heart and eyes.
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Serenity, mine.
This peace, -
‘Jade’ed View. Look deep into the jade-green eyes before you
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Scared. Blood-curdling
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Growing up, Dad by my side, he baited the hooks with a ‘Uni’, style lecture, telling me about it all.
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A ball curled into
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Springtime in Venice. A young bride dances barefoot.
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To Bianca and Dad, Yes you were right ‘I’m the black sheep’. The one who makes all the mistakes and disappoints you in every way.
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Michelangelo ....
This god like figurine, proudly winged -
34 lines, 8 comments, on Jan 17 2:00 AM 2008. In Contest, Life, Thoughts, Life is Life, Inspirational, My own style, Lost in thought
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Our Journey - Part One
When the storm brewed, many tugged, -
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I had always dreamed it to be the most romantic thing I could ever experience & I knew no matter what he did, it would be
We went and pic -
Sticks and stones......
Bones of trees and mineral ground dwellers -
Tripping down memory lane.
Let fluffy clouds hanging -
54 lines, 14 comments, on Feb 24 6:16 AM 2008. In Contest, 60 words, Metaphor & Imagery, Adult, My own style
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I’ll drink it away, sleep it away.
Thirtieth celebration of my birth. Angled badly in the corner asleep, shivering under flimsy, thin cove -
Tangerine and touches of peach The presence of you24 lines, 5 comments, on Mar 14 11:50 PM 2008. In Contest, Weird, Last lines of poems formed into this one
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Vivid Night….but I run and hide. This assiduous city is
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Drowning light. Despair hangs.
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Celebrations.
Our prothalamium. Dancing, holding. -
Love is like, the best gift from god after creating us; only is god is greater then the chance to love and be loved.
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Nonconformity an
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I bleed emptiness without you
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I let this handful of petals fall
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Thinking I could live without you
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No longer within my grasp. All; abandoned me when
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The Wiseman’s whisper floated along soft winds,
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5 lines, 22 comments, on Jul 18 2:33 AM 2008. In Contest, me in 10 words
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Winters chill claimed his soul
7 lines, 19 comments, on Sep 16 11:38 PM 2008. In Contest, Picture Inspired, Thoughts, Death, 13 words
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