Hi guys, only 4/5 poems for the final round. Voting as usual, PM me with the number of the poem you want to win! 1 choice only, as there will only be 1 winner! Please vote, even if you haven't been part of this as every vote counts :)
The winner will be announced tomorrow night, and will receive 10 comments from me. :) xxx
Good luck all.
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#1
I went to the coast where the sea mist
rolled over the dunes and made it so
there was nothing but ocean, sand
marram grass and footprints in the world.
I could have been standing in a novel
or on the banks of an ocean I hadn't
yet tickled my toes in. The drizzle
and sea spray showered my hair as I ran
the dunes, back and up and down.
It surprised me to find you away from the home
of my mind, and your eyes and hair began
to seem oilier than before. Your freckles
bled watercolours and the cherry of your lips
caricatured itself. I hunched
and listened to the drumbeat of my breath
and watched longshore drift sweep seaweed
at my feet. I listened to the canon fire of my heart
and gave my footprints the company
of a sand angel.
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#2
True Love
...And then we met in that undying moment-
Our eyes broke the tranquil
of the countless years of depart.
The street seemed to be flooded
with unspoken words of the past.
My silence sang the untitled poetry
etched with blank words
which were now filled with grace
as you were its lost emotion.
Draped with wrinkled skin
and brimmed with broken memories,
my heart breathed a new beat,
which whispered my blissful existence
in the beautiful sunrise of love.
Our souls embraced to realize that
Love is an emotion
and it was born when our souls met.
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#3
In Agreement
"You can find anything beautiful
but not the one in the mirror."
And I've been thinking about his words,
upon whatever road I take, when
empty bottles salute my footsteps, when
the stench of urine invades my senses
and all I know is that every city
in the world has something in common
after all, that we're all ridding
our bodies of hidden dirt and hurt,
when light turns its back against us.
And I belong within these city gates.
When I dreamt, I wanted
Made in Italy, not his espresso;
someone to make my first kiss non-fictional;
the romance of cobblestone streets but not
blisters on my feet; and at the Trevi fountain
I wished for a lover, not for him.
His words invaded me like a Trojan horse;
my body's an architecture of selfish love.
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#4
Inviolate
I wanted to blow the dark open
as the oceans mourned
and he stared at me, bleeding
more than he should.
It was too late to understand
your beauty or to wait for
a few words: we bent slowly
towards nothingness.
That book open on my chest
says things I hardly have to remember.
Love aged. I feel the wrinkles gloriously,
anticipating loneliness through
the stained black window.
A suicide note reads me every day
and it is illicit to pretend
I know what life is
after losing all my words
in front of the mirror .
Invisible days lie ahead,
shrinking words, hope and poetry.
When I turn back in anger,
I see you sinking bravely in injections,
telling me about the small things
I could name or forget.
I know somebody judged me silently.
Can't blame him: I was so afraid.
Time never renounced my past
and as something still holds me here,
I love you more than I can bear.
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