Baby Rainbow Challenge - Round 1 Voting!!

Please read each poem before you decide on your votes. PM me with your 3 votes, something silmilar to this please:

1st place - poem number 1
2nd place - poem number 2
3rd place - poem number 3

PLEASE PM ME WITH THE NUMBERS OF THE POEMS YOU WANT TO WIN! Some have the same, or no title, so PM THE NUMBERS! Thank you :)

Thank you to everyone who submitted a poem, and for those who didn't submit anything this time, please feel free to still vote for your fav poems :) Good luck all, and well done for all your poems!!! xxxxx

There will now be 12 winners from round 1, and these will be the people going on to round 2! I will post the winners on Sunday morning so you have 2 days to vote, so don't rush! xxx

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#1 - Silent teardrops

Behind my scars there is
a little kid screaming for help.
Whenever these silent teardrops fall,
they echo and get lost forever.

I have always been the odd one out,
that is one reason why I feel so alone.
I gave birth to the notion there is bliss
but how can I believe that when i've already toured hell?

Fire burns light in your beautiful life filled eyes
while shadows make me think about nightmares in my past.
I can only wish there was a life without mirrors
so I couldn't see the monster that keeps me warm at night.

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#2 - Behind My Scars

There is a story, there are tears.
An untold tale of how I got here.
Each scar hollers a story all its own.
Of all the time that i have spent alone.

There is a myth, there are screams.
A lot of questions about philosophy.
The blood from the scars sends chills down my spine.
All i need is to hear someone else's cries.

There is a folktale, full of gore and hate.
A teenage girl who can not seem to live in this place.
Where do you run, when your scars hold the ugly truth.
No one will know these stories, except the demons inside of you.

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#3 - Brittle

Bones make their way to the surface, refusing muscle mass
to display your strength. But I disagree with their strategy.
For your mobility and courage does not lie within organs,
it appears in the laughter you still push out, though weakened.
It appears in your smile you still lift up, though not as high.

I don't want the acceptance of your sickness to overwhelm
the beauty of your soul. I don't want the yellow skin, the
broken blood vessels, the swollen ankles to tell you
something untrue. So tonight, mirrors are broken. I will
carry the burden of bad luck to avoid you seeing your
slow deformation.

What is a reflection, but a reminder of our flaws anyway?

My father, as your days are shortened and my heart
becomes broken, I must remind you of the beauty in
every wrinkle, the shine in every bruise, the damn near
perfection in your struggle. For you have shown me that
fighting is not always inappropriate or unrighteous-
it is essential

when your fighting for your life.

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#4 - Whispering Voices of a Mad Man

All the whispering voices
in my ear, it becomes so
crowed, I can scarcely hear.

While, looking down at my
feet, I shuffle down the street.
The whispering voices speak
incessant things to me.

Should I go to work or do
I go back home?
I'd do anything to get
the whispering voices to
leave me alone!

Come out like a lion or
leave like a chump, but
I'm not the only one that's
going to take these lumps!

The whispering voices persist
I must pick up the pace
because my next misstep
could mean the obliteration
of the human race!

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#5 - Layers

Amidst the luscious valley,
covered in varying greens,
sits a desperate soul,
absorbing the beautiful scene.

Outlined by the mountains,
this ivory tower seems small,
yet, like most things-from outside,
you simply don't see it all.

The lonely heart that beats,
does so, with furious hope,
for these whispering voices,
make it impossible to cope.

Bearing the depths of need,
leaves an invisible scar,
through the heart of lies,
I can only see so far.

Like the clouds of winter,
judgement is thick and hazy,
even submerged in beauty,
one can still go crazy.

The power of love is,
a curse from which I suffer,
withheld is the extent of yours,
therefore making it rougher.

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#6 - Behind My Scars.

Behind my scars,
pure conviction strolls amongst
greed and lust.
These passionate warriors chaperon
any such feelings of honesty or
tenacity.

Behind my scars,
I've given shelter and warmth
to her. The master of this cadre
always gets her way even though
I try to elude.

Behind my scars,
it's a serene escape from
my day to day complications.
A cathedral of sorts with a
ceiling painted in crimson.

Behind my scars,
I've given everything.
Fatigued and withered, I surrender
to the silver lining that
brings me back to my nirvana.

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#7 - Summer Loving

You had the most amazing hazelnut brown eyes, which complimented your hair.
Oh but the way you got my heart racing, it wasn't always fair.

I remember your pearly white teeth and the way you smiled when you saw me that night.
But one thing I can never forget is the blissful kiss we shared, it was sacred, it felt right.

That kiss, oh it was delicious it and you tasted quite fine.
Your intentions were mutual, just one touch sent a million tingles up my spine.

Your hands were wrapped around my body as though I was a caterpillar in transition.
It was clear to me that you wanted my heart, and you were on a serious mission.

I remember that night quite well, the way you spilled your heart , the way you wanted me.
I cant forget that delicious kiss, the best feeling, setting my emotions free.

But I will never forget the way you kissed me goodnight, oh no I could never forget that part
The worst part: when you told me you had a girlfriend, my heart came crumbling apart.

The painful memory of us that night, I keep going back to that memory every single day.
Maybe just maybe you will come running back to me in hopes to stay.

But this pain, these memories of you and I, it will never go away.
My heart breaks, you played for me a fool, leaving my heart alone and stray.

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#8 - Lover to Lover

Come dance with me child.
This hill of green melodies
welcome us.

Look child, look at the graves
That commend final greetings.
Watch the marble gleam in the
valiant sunlight.

Do you feel the night child, Do you
Feel it getting colder? The stars litter
The sky in a glorious Epiphany, yet you contain your amazement. Your forest green eyes seek the fine print that forbids my presence.

Hold my hand child, hold it tighter. Wrap your angel wings around me. Don't be frightened. Don't fly away. Sing your forbidden symphony. Lull me to sleep.

Smile child, show me your ray of eternal happiness. Show me your long awaited paradise. Lift me higher. Place me on a cloud constructed by a haze of your own.

Close your eyes child, dream of our paradise, my mortality comes to an abrupt end. Lay with me under the forgiving sky. Lift your sorrowful heart higher. Everything has its end. Our exception is my best kept secret.

Don't cry child, I am merely shedding my earthly skin. Your heart is where my love continually abides. Be my rescuer. Look into my love filled eyes a final time. Our story will remain forever young as we enter our secret life.

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#9 - Our World - Beautiful Life

We have everything in here:

In our world
In our love.

This is all we need:

a place to build our home;
a furnace to warm our flesh and bones;
a kitchen to cook our meals;
and a restroom,
yes, my dear, a restroom
to flush away our inner fears.

We have everything in here:

In our life,
In our world.

If you ever feel cold,
come talk to me.
This is our furnace,
right here, our trust.
We'll settle this, once and for all.
Let the truth follow its course:
from your chest
up to your throat.
Let it warm your blood,
if you ever feel cold.
Come talk to me.
You are not alone.

This is us.
This is our love.

This is our home,
right here, our world.
This is our furnace
right there, our trust.
This is our kitchen
right here, our life-

where we cook our meals:
our everlasting love.

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#10 -

I look out the window.
The rain pouring down,
Tapping against the glass.
I think of you,
My silent tear drops appear.
I feel a warm touch,
Wishing it was you.
I hold on tight, not looking up.
I cry harder without a sound.
I look out the window,
The clouds burst with a ray of sun,
And I see you,
I wave and say one last goodbye.

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#11 - Silence

There is no such thing as silence
for when I curl into a ball
on a hard floor
holding my ears
tight enough to implode my head
the ringing starts
the chatter
the clatter
the pointing
the laughing
the whispering voices
bellowing
never mellowing
in their idealistic retorts
about how a man should be
should feel
should look
should act
should know
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In my dreams I shrink,
down to the size of a crumb
and roll
still in a ball
to the nearest crevice
where I can exist
on my own
and hide there
for the rest of everyone's lives

solace is found in solitude
pain lives in your platitudes
shame wears me like an overcoat
silence peels my head like an orange.

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#12 - Divulgence

His lips have been purring
Spanish lullabies for hours on end,
and I can't help but knead into
his flesh. His mind jumps faster and farther
than mine ever has, and in a new language
I won't pretend to know - our tongues are tied
and toes linked together; as if there's only
one thing lovers can truly understand.
His voice grows softer in the darkness,
lulling me to sleep and I feel the safest
in his arms.

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#13 - Reflection

Under the veil of gutsy mirror
I open the curtain of forgotten memories.
Then unwind the traces of time;
Each line that signifies event,
There goes the silent teardrops.

As I utter those whispering voices
that lingers the world outside.
The mere reflection behind my scars
are looks on those hazel eyes.

Were once a beautiful life
shatters in broken dreams.
The faint rays of the sun
that reflect on the mirror;
ignites the glyphs in me.

The mirror though fading away
tells the wrinkles and weary eyes of me.
As the memory of long ago
omits me from sadness.
The reflection advice me to comb my hair;
seal the beauty in me and wage the smile.

As I count my step to ten
moving away from the mirror,
I cannot imagine the whole figure of me.
But then I realise how it looks,
if life without mirrors.

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#14 - Scars

Behind the vastness of my scars
scarcely
lives a handsome man
who has never chosen the easy way out,
who has stood for what is right,
who shoots
for unreachable stars,
who the lessons learned
have never ever
satisfied the season of his existence,
who the soft and unblemished skin
has never sufficed
the reason of his beauty,
who nor scars
have ever prevented him scarcely
walking on the trace of scares,
neither scares
scarcely
on the trace of scars.

Behind my scars
lives a man
scarcely
on the traces of your blade
that his beauty is so endless
it would never fade.

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#15 - LIFE WITHOUT MIRRORS

The nonappearance of you has left me void
I am now in a black hole of emotions
I stare and cannot see my reflection anymore
I am lost without you looking back at me.

I saw myself in you; I saw what I wanted to be
... What we longed to be!

I stand in front of a non-existent frame
Staring at the absence of a clone of me;
Hoping to find myself again, longing to see
Everything you saw when you still cared.

The image of us remains a distant memory,
Like a photograph that has faded and withered with time;
Decaying in the very presence of everything we once were.
I seek myself in the looking glass of what was once called LOVE
Just to realize I am now living in a life without mirrors!

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#16 - Agoraphobic

The world outside is inaccessible to her-
index cards plastered onto skin with
reminders to eat, sleep, breathe,
and live secluded.

She is a hermit who used to romanticize
the horizon, until amber retreated
and she closed the blinds without
having a face to motion goodnight to.

Dahlias, with their many petals, are
bridges of love when daylight is
a traveler upon her walls;
yet she usually ends up throwing
their pots when Time settles
and sleep comes to take
everyone but her.

Her home will forever be her conservatory,
for those floors know her story and
not once require a glance from a
steaming cup of chamomile tea
to address the question,

'what are you doing here?'

She has always known that the secret
to a greenhouse is a keeper of life;
the world outside has sought out
too many ways to terminate
what humanity could ever cultivate.

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#17 - Losing sleep

Your rosary rests on my chest
like it's praying for me, like it's
praying for us. I count the beads
to fall asleep where we scrub
our sins together. We're city dwellers
with a side of sea, we're from here but
we're not from here. Your skin is
darker than mine, warmer and
I haven't found your symbolism yet
but when I do your shoulders will be
greeted by my poetry.
You don't know this yet but
if he ever came back I'd sit you
down amongst cane and show
a cyclone for the first time. I'd
let your stubble rest against the
pulse in my neck and
we'd burn those fields
together.

He keeps telling me that I've
been losing sleep because I dream
and scream of bad weather.

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#18 -

You were a thought

And I left you everywhere:
box beneath my bed, deep within
my memory, usb-sticks, four of them,
copy-pasted untill you became a legion.

It was so easy to lose track of you.

You were the loose words that rooted
for the same poem, forever unused.

You were the song that haunted through
radios and shops, forever untitled.

Your world must be prettier outside of my head.

No need to be pulled apart, no more walls,
and more than chalk to tally your days.
You're free to live your life without me, now
there ought to be more glitter on your hands.

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#19 - In the Line of Duty

Singing radio voices insist I should be
forever young with a beautiful life
and it is true the soul lives on
even without the power of love
yet the pain of memories sustains
anything but golden youth.

Tell me how to fill in the wrinkles
left in my soul by the worries
you caused me to suffer
while putting yourself on
every edge of danger while
ignoring the devastation
that your death would bring

Now it finally happened:
you left on a morning last week
and kissed me jauntily
as you were just going out
for a loaf of bread and milk;
but you never made it home.

You saw a robbery,
and even though you were
off duty you had to step up,
calling him down for arrest
but instead you were arrested
by the criminal bullet
from his hand gun.

So here we are left behind -
two toddlers and myself -
reflecting, no, obsessing
on what should have been
a lifetime together cut short
by your brave but foolish act,
my policewoman wife.

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#20 - Odd

The schoolboys will be strutting by the corner shop,
hands in pockets, chattering
about the soccer game, as the businesswomen will,
sipping breakfast coffee, apply makeup
behind the wheel when the lights flash red.
A grey haired man will be sitting on a canal bench
watching his terrier chase cooing pigeons
while the faint dialogue of a radio presenter
drifts on the breeze from a nearby family kitchen.

I wake before my alarm and iron my best shirt.
I drive among them towards the six foot hole
nobody will stop to notice.

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#21 - This is a beautiful world

When i came home yesterday,
i didn't leave behind the teargas.
neither the percussion grenades:
they were running in my blood,
exploding my day in anger.
(beat me, beat us)

This is a beautiful world:
people run, rubber bullets pierce the night,
eyes see what they have already seen before
as I weep with my hands covering my face,
hiding myself behind a tree, feeling humiliated.
How many were clubbed by the police?

Maybe i am ashamed of my country,
maybe i am that little girl afraid of the future,
biting my nails, listening to the sirens.
(beat me, beat us)

And poetry couldn't be so far from me
because right now I know not another word
apart from indignation.

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#22 - Life Without Mirrors

I'm sitting in my bikini, collecting freckles in my nose,
sweating like the street food vendors
though, only with less patrons
and merchandise,

sipping on expired sodas,
it's a beautiful life,
here, in my backyard garden where
silent tear drops, murderous excitements
and many of lessons learned billow-

meander like the green leaves smoke
as they burn.

Four feet tall that exude charm,
encircling naughty hyacinths and botanicals;
with blue terracotta pots hanging around
our white picket fences, standing ever ready
breathtakingly, by the sea.

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#23 - Absent Mindedness

While the mind seems
lost in random thoughts,
speech blurts out dead words
holding no sense.
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Long stares at the screen,
still fingers hesitate to press a key
and the mind is engrossed
in searching for void answers.
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Sudden nostalgia grips the soul
tears creep off the eyes
heart sinks in sadness
yet thoughts possess
blank memories to cherish.

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These are all beautiful luck to everyone xx

I agree, and I feel so glad that I don't have to vote lol. YAY!!

You should all be very proud :)
xxx

Lol. Yes voting will be very difficult indeed ugh lol. :). Can't wait til Sunday :D

.....well done all!

Beautiful poems!!! Feel inspired!

So hard to vote for only 3!

Voted. That was tough..

All very wonderful! This is an awesome contest and has inspired me to write more and be able to finish works I've been pondering over for months!

I think you are supposed to pm your votes to saffie lol

It was a lot harder to vote than I thought it would be, great pieces everyone!

Keep voting for the rest of the day if you haven't already voted please.

The voting has been very varied, there are some clear winners, but the remaining spaces are changing with each new vote coming it.

It is a very close contest, so please vote if you want to see a poem win!

Thanks all. xxxxx

Can't wait to see xx.

So where were the winners posted?

Blue:

http://www.poems-and-quotes.com/discussion/topic.html?topic_id=141904

This is good news, someone is nice to newbies!!