My name is 47081
The birth certificate will tell you otherwise
But I have long forsaken that name
Because these numbers define me now
The four is the number of years
I’ve spent wondering
What the hell happened to you
And why you just left me to rot
Seven is the amount of girls
That I’ve used to fill your void
And zero is the number of times
Its worked
There were only eight months
Where I got to call you mine
But they have gone like a bullet
Designed to leave the gun behind
And one is the grand total
Of people in my bed at night
Where I stay awake
And write these stupid poems about you
Author notes
r o b e r t p a u l s o n
sorry to enter all three poems... i liked the titles... ahha hope you like it
A contest entry
- prose/freeverse. by etoile.
1800 points, ended July 9, 39 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Surpise me by dying inside 4ever.
690 points, ended July 19, 74 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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this is a really amazing take on the title, I really like what you did with it.
goodluck and thanks for entering
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good job and good luck
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Absolutely Brilliant
This is so beautiful I love every word of it. Especially the last stanza.This is just absolutely brilliant in every way.You should differently not stop writing.That would be a sad day for everyone.
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wow, this is a really great poem. it flows so smoothly. :3
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This is good and I love it!
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