Fun Challenge Voting

Hello everyone, please take time to read each poem and then PM me with the poem you want to win.

ANYONE CAN VOTE ON THIS... WHETHER YOU TOOK PART OR NOT... PLEASE VOTE!!

Good luck to everyone. I will announce the winner on Sunday night.

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#1

Imagination, a wonder of its own
where your dream world is born,
a spirit that runs free into the wild
wielding a magnificent power like a child,

Adventures and tales play to your pleasure,
where wishes discover imagined treasures,
through the forest of your mind, soars like a fire
to be anything, and do whatever you desire,

Imagination, a deep well of gold
with every find a new story is told,
it allures you to leave reality far behind
and revel in the riches of your mind.

Http://www.paulinemcgee.com/galleries/gallery06.html
thumbnail image: Wonder

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#2
Title: Untitled

Flies through my hair, fire and rain:
the misery of days, the cries for help.
In a desert of care, in an oasis that seems fake,
I see hallucinations ahead - the eyes
of god piercing my ears, lifting my hands.

There's no wind, no storm, nor sun
just the tone of my voice. The breaking
of dawn in my bones. The clothes
of sand stripping my skin, my skin
out of moisture, out of the moisture of joy.

I feel the agony of thirst disperse in my lungs.
i drink my tears in gulps. There's no
hope when high temperatures boil my blood.
When there are vultures soaring above my nose.

There's no hope, when everything points
north, where east feels is where I should go
where nothing nothing seems like a spring
but like a cactus that stings my tongue.

The snakes of time, the hands that poison
my years, walk through my neck. I feel old.
I feel old in the wrinkles of each new dusk. I feel old
as my hair whitens afore my forehead. I feel old,

And Even then, I still think of you,
sinking with me in these hallucinations,
in this oasis that seems fake,
yet that soothes my soul.

http://www.paulinemcgee.com/artwork/medium/StrongerThanYouKnow.html

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#3
Avarice:

Our adventure started in 2011
with paper, pen, and an open mind
there were so many possibilities
and we started over again and again.

We had the world at our fingers
and anything we'd ever be able
to need. So we set off playing with
color that aroused too much emotion
and lines too bold to fade along
side stories too deep to write.

Time went by swiftly each draft
improving just a touch and the
ink blurred perfectly with the skin
and bloodied sweat that created
our prize winning formula.

Somehow we ended up here,
three years and a million pages
later with a work of Avarice as
the only thing we could proudly
display for the world to see.

So if these words find their way
to you, I just want you to know
that the beauty we became, the
artistry we created, and the way
we moved at every little bump in
the road shaped us. Molded us.

Resurrected us.

In a loving

ink drawing.

Http://www.paulinemcgee.com/artwork/medium/Avarice.html

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#4
The World of Lines

His eyes roamed the lines that made up his world
His little heart beating frantically against his tiny chest
Aching for the freedom that he would never know
He sung of sorrow, but his lament was ignored
He called out, again and again,
But his plea was only met with the sound of anger
And so, his tiny heart breaking
He sang his last song

http://www.paulinemcgee.com/artwork/medium/Birdcage.html

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#5
Title: The Wolves

Somewhere in here, somewhere
in there. Where my heart felt lost,
where my heart has been found.
I feel a little me, I feel a little you
stretching as the sun sets down.

And somewhere in here:
Right here in my chest,
I feel a little me
dancing and dancing
to a tango of two.
I feel a little you
taping and taping
our souls on the seas.

And I feel
somewhere in there,
afar the shores - our lips:
the music of wolves
howl and howl
to the owls that fly
to the owls that ought to fly
right here, right there
in the center of the dance,
In the epic center
of the night
to the full moon
of you and I.

http://www.paulinemcgee.com/artwork/medium/DriftingHearts.html

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#6

Pale moonlight showers innocence
upon an angel being bloomed from
a pacific flowers beautiful womb.
Mother nature gives birth to a
miracle, giving a beacon of light
and colour to a weeping world.

Http://www.paulinemcgee.com/artwork/medium/Emerging.html

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#7
Arcs

*Note: This poem is dedicated to an autistic girl

She scribbles an array of curved lines
uniformly on the paper,
like the edges of
a rainbow's vibrant colors.

She has always been particular
in arranging things around her in a parallel fashion
but no one intersected into her... at least for care.

Yet, drawing arcs of hope
was her unwavering passion
but never did they met
to connect the dot that hid behind them
called happiness.

http://www.paulinemcgee.com/artwork/medium/Arc.html

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#8
Shadow Self

I no longer fear the whole world watching me
so many eyes, with so many expressions
some of pity, most of hate
very few with love.

What I fear most is watching myself,
looking from high above
pouring so much scorn like a violent shower
on my average being.

Why does the 'me' from above taunt so unjustly
with just the slightest sneer
to the bellowing laugh like thunder
provoking nothing but real fear.

My shadow follows me everywhere
monitoring my movements
stands unsympathetically
even when my tears land where it stands.

I can see you staring from the heavens
are you in a better place
am I just the reminder
of what your failure would have been.

Is my meagre existence
just the catalyst for your well being
keeping me alive to boost your ego
let my insanity feed your saintly exposition.

The solution is found in a mirror
adorned atop of my head
so you only see the better 'me'
whilst I continue to flounder, aimlessly.

http://www.paulinemcgee.com/artwork/medium/ShadowSelf.html

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#9

Granny's heart is empty like
this bird cage, the bright sun
in her life no longer shines.
Sylvester the cats world
has become black and white.
Mornings have become quiet
because tweety the bird no
longer sings a cheerful song.

Http://www.paulinemcgee.com/artwork/medium/Birdcage.html

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#10
Burning Bridges

She burned her bridges
And cried softly as the ash melted into the waves
That kept on lapping at the shores of her mind
As the tide heaved in and out day by day
Eroding the rocks of solidity that she thought she could cling to
And she was left walking on tightropes
Her sanity balancing on a thread
Her tread careful as the waves threatened to consume her
The tears falling into the waves just added to the writhing water beneath her
Constantly thirsty to swallow her up

http://www.paulinemcgee.com/artwork/medium/Bridges.html

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Voted.

So beautiful. Excellent job :)

Good job everyone. Voted as well

4 votes in... All different poems haha. This will be interesting. Need lots more votes please!

Beautiful work everyone! :) voted!

Hopefully more people will keep voting xD. No ties hahaha.

But serious saffie thank you for the challenge.

This was a tough one to vote on! Great poems everyone and thanks for the challenge, Saffie, you always come up with such good challenge ideas!

Indeed, it was tough to pick one.

Keep voting please.... This is going to be a very close call!

:) xx

That is always a good thing to show how good our poetry is xD

Ok.. so we have 3 poems that are tied...

Please vote if you haven't voted already.. or ask other people to vote.

just one more vote could break it :)

I tried to get people to vote haha

I got like 2 people to vote lol maybe that will help

How's this one going?

Voting is still tied.

However, I don't think anyone else is going to vote.... so I think I will have to call this one a tie win?

I think you will have to. It just shows how good our poems were

The way i see it, there are two options:

1._ if you haven't voted, you could vote but that will be putting too much pressure on you

so yeah, just post the results as they are.

If you could, could you post all the poems who received votes? That way even though they didn't win, the authors will know that their poem was considered? It's helpful and also motivational.

I totally agree with Lucero :) I think you should just put them up :)