Prompt Voting

Hi everyone, well done to everyone for submitting all of your poems.
Everyone can vote for this, whether you have submitted a poem, or not.

Please read all of the poems below, and PM me with your votes. Please vote for 1 poem for each day, so you should send me 4 votes in total.. such as:

Monday - poem 1
Tuesday - poem 2
Wednesday- poem 3
Thursday - poem 4

I will leave voting open today and tomorrow, and Post the 4 winners on Sunday morning, which I will then take to another vote.

Thank you xx

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MONDAY POEMS

#1
Despondency:

8 AM always comes around too soon,
it's never enough time to organize
his perfectionist mind. Last night was
another struggle and unwritten pages
are still left burning inside a poet's
heart. There is always so much to
do for everyone, everyday. But while a
shade of yellow blesses the world, he'll
be living in the darkness of despondency.

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#2
A Poet's Lament

No amount of sweat, tears or blood
can ease the blues of this poet
for thoughts and words may flood
but in setting them down I blow it.

Perfectionist that I am sees jumble
where in my head was beautiful rhyme
the trouble causing me to grumble
is overworking 'til I'm out of time.

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#3
untitled

In the colorful spectrum of ability
the Creator God gives to each entity
at the time of conception to birth
rainbows connecting mankind to earth
It is black and white on reflection
and all in between to perfection
To be a poet inspired by a poetess
is to reach for blue skies for progress
A true perfectionist is rarely ever satisfied
So we work tirelessly in order to be pacified

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#4

The Lady with the Seven Scarves

When the cock crows, a woman springs out of a
borrowed mattress, to sing her way into morning.
She humbly duets with the city pavements as they
gleam in fresh raindrops, adoring how water splashes
on bare skin and leaves a scent where she
can breathe anew.
Setting up her table across from the Basilica of Saint Francis,
her neck carries seven silk scarves her father collected
from Italian Baroque streets.
And as hungry hearts wake to a tangerine horizon,
and eyes drink fresh sunlight, she becomes a poetess,
a perfectionist who must arrange colors with rhythm
and dignity.

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#5
Flower Poetry (Petals and Thorns)

I was born a poet
And, as a young child,
I would pick words like flowers
Contorting them, absentmindedly
Into little woven chaplets
Of pinks, blues and yellows
Which I would wear as my crown
As I danced in sunlight,
Grass kissing my naked feet

But the poet grew
And so did her ambition
I became a perfectionist
Cutting myself on splinters
As I wove my crown of thorns
Words became my tomb
And I, my tyrant
Because nothing that I create
Can ever be the perfection that I crave

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TUESDAY'S POEMS:

#1
Untitled

Dreams, soft as tissue
gently fade and disappear
as summer ends

and

my head doth bow
as a sleepy daffodil
in anticipation
of sombre days

yet...

as I scatter the confetti
of your farewell note
amongst autumn's
drifting leaves
likening the tree's
naked outstretched limbs
to my own empty arms

I realise I am sharing
this approaching barren winter
with mother...

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#2

Your Promise

She wore your promise like a rose pinned to her breast
"He will come back to me" she'd tell her friends over
and over
As they looked at her pityingly

She would smile brightly at the people she passed in the street
But her smile was always artificial,
too wide, too bright
And the colour of her shiny pink lipstick matched that of the strawberry milkshake
That she would slurp as she sat in the cafe that you would take her to
when you said she'd been working too hard

But when the letter came telling her that you weren't coming home,
her plastic smile finally broke
And no amount of tissues could hold back the torrent that she'd been holding back
for so long

When the tears had finally subsided, from under soaked lashes,
She looked upon your picture where you stood so tall and proud in your uniform
A smile upon your face and the familiar sparkle in your eyes
and she whispered
"You lied"

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#3

Forever mine:

Words are hushed by the stunning
beauty of a Rose I call my love.
Temptation makes our hearts dance
the tango, especially tonight. I write
a small letter saying this day will
change our lives. Getting the box of tissues read, I embrace her and ask
"will you be forever mine?"

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#4
Dried Tears

The post came that morning;
my mom sat at the kitchen table
tears streaming down her face
with a letter opened before her.

Aghast, I asked what was the matter.
Folding up a tissue she stood,
it held a dried pressed forget-me-not,
I laid my hand on her face, fearful.

Father came home that night,
held her long in his arms, tightly,
yet neither said a word, to this day
the mystery has never been revealed.

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#5
untitled

Your hands were a native
coral, as you spoke diligently
to an aged typewriter,
egging it on and on
through Poseidon's tempest
and Apollo's flares
that brought the sun
to a boiling point inside your
skin.

You harbored a voice as
fragrant as a peony,
typing a letter to
your future lover,
hoping she would
never dig up
tissue after tissue
that littered your
den...

for you could not
tear up the petals,
and you could not
silence the tear ducts.

Your heart was a
mourning river
the Styx could never
heal.

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WEDNESDAY'S POEMS:

#1
Shedding My Old Skin

I used to hate the mirror and love the scars
A symbol of my own self-loathing

I kept myself a slave to depression
and wrote off my own future
Nothing I did back then would have been good enough
But it was my choice to be blind

Eventually I
shook off the shadows
And picked up my battered and bruised smile,
dusted it off
And held my head high

For so long I had blamed the world for my unhappiness
Convinced myself that it was someone else's mistake that had left me
in tears, time and time again
But all I needed to do was to let myself heal

My scars became silver strands
like spider webs draped across my arm
Laid out neatly for anyone who looked too closely to see
A window to my past

I don't hold them with the same reverence I used to
Whereas once I wore them as medals of honour
("Look at what I've been through")
they are now just an anchor to a time I'd rather forget

For my life has moved on, times are happier now
I live rainbow years
after my years of rain

I look upon my own face and see my eyes glisten with hope
I was wrong to write myself off for I have potential
I am beautiful

My life is different now
I love the mirror, but hate my scars

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#2
You are worth more:

Get out of bed, a scar is just a scar when
your arms hold someone else's mistake.
Imperfections are a mirrors best friend
but they are what make you beautiful.

Don't ever doubt you are worthless
to a society that wants you to be sad.
Rise above all the negative words
their tongues spew, they are the lonely one's.

Don't give up because you are so much
more, it's your life to live. Though
sometimes I understand how you feel
but just know, you will never be alone.

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#3
untitled

I didn't carve this on my thighs,
I did
not.
My hands are tied behind my back,
my mind does not rebuke my heart,
it only recalls what once was advocated
as truth.
I couldn't have.
I could
not.
But I peek back,
again and again and
again.
The mirror is objective,
it reflects reality-
this scar is an implication
of someone else's mistake.

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#4

Mea Culpa

This mirror lies, it is a false witness
for it shows my chest whole and clear
without revealing the scar showing
my heart was torn out right here.

You always said that you'd be there
yet never could put it into something
more than just words, loving actions
were foreign and now you're nothing.

Here I stand empty where you stole
my future blaming it as just a break;
but now I know better it was not you,
it was someone else's mistake.

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THURSDAY'S POEMS:

#1
The Wait

He sips his coffee
Staring out of the window
As planes zoom by, taking people off to exciting places

He reaches again into his coat pocket
Lets his fingers brush the smooth surface of the ticket
Just to check that it's still there

His eyes wander to the clock,
Slowly follow the second hand as it tick-tick-ticks
His heartbeat seeming to fall into its rhythm

A minute later, forgetting that he's already looked at the clock,
He checks his watch
It's two minutes slower

In another five minutes, he checks his phone, ten more minutes left
And one new message: "Where are you?"
Sent from Amanda at 2:47

He switches the phone off;
He has a new chance at life now
And, shrugging his coat on over the bruises
He goes to take it

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#2
Second chances:

Airplane tickets bought,
waiting is the hardest part,
nervous heartbeats race.

Flight numbers are called,
am I making a mistake?
No turning back now.

Baggage in the past
will be left at this airport.
Time to take a chance.

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#3
Outward Bound

She took no chance with the security line
clutching her ticket between her teeth
she dumped everything she carried
on the belt and into the x-ray machine

As she raised her hands over her head
the detector scanned her - she worried:
could it sense a quickened heartbeat?
Please, just let her get to the gate.

Just like that she was through it all
slipping on her shoes and her belt
picking up her bag and racing away
only to find the plane had left her behind.

Soul heavy she turned to find an agent
maybe another flight, another time
then she saw him, bag over his shoulder -
"I wouldn't leave without you."

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#4
untitled

I grasped the rectangular ticket to Seattle
with all the strength I had ever built up-
strangers cuddled their phones to their
chests like lovers and I could swear, I saw
a child trying to signal goodbye to her
imaginary friend. The air is musty, two day
old hair and well-worn clothes marking us all
as travelers. Yet it is in this where our
heartbeats learn to love even more profoundly,
taking a chance on an undiscovered life.

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Great poems all and thank for this challenge saffie <3

Beautiful pieces, great job everyone!

Voted

Only 4 people have voted??

Posting the winners in the morning, so if you haven't voted, please do so quick!

xx

Vote people!!!!!!!!!

Is there another tie?

Yes, but there has only been 5 people voting. I thought more people would have voted??? I will post the results tomorrow morning, regardless of if there is a tie or not.

Sorry to everyone who has participated in this, it always comes down to lack of voting lately for some reason?

Thank you to all who has voted :)

Okay.. you're welcome though. Thank you for the challenge

:)