WWW Voting

Sorry for the late post, had a busy day.
Here are the poems from the challenge. Please read each poem, and PM me your vote as follows:

1st: poem 1
2nd: poem 2

Every first place vote will receive 10 points, and 2nd choice votes will receive 5 points.

Voting closes Saturday night, and I will announce winners on Sunday.

Good luck.

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#1
Title: When...

is when rivers dry,
like deserts in my mouth;
crackle,

lips brittle, a glass of water
shatters - In kitchen,

a dog barks, floors are
a danger

Tiptoing, bare feet with hands
shaking

Just gulping down the day
with small swallows

A tongue with sand and rocks
Drying

No more water.

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#2
Title: What

When will what be where I want?
If what is when and when is what
I saw the what in where I went
But went to where to seek for what?
If where was when I saw the what?
Then 'when' is truly what I want,
but for what?

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#3
When

When is the right time
to scribe painful mistakes
within a gypsy's past?

Is it when the journey of barefoot
madness marks the blisters of
many a failed relationship?

Is it when a child loses hope
that her mother will never be
the hero she dreamed of?

When is the right time to let
go of the guilt that grieves
a breathing widow before
her husband's passing?

When is the right time
to bury the darkness
that plagues a writer's
soul?

The time is now,
at 8:26pm, April 17th, 2014....

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#4
Where?

She knitted roses of happiness
with hands etched in ink
like the faded inscriptions on an old ship.
Her eyes- deep like an ocean,
had buried
a million memories within itself.

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She would stand near the pavement,
and perching a crooked smile on her face,
she would gift those hand-woven roses
to strangers
as she said,"Anata wa korera o torimasu"
with a hope to be gifted a smile back
or a kiss of care on her wrinkled cheek.
But, love never did found her
and the roses remained
.
.
.
her monologue continued.

Anata wa korera o torimasu : Will you take these in Japanese.

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#5

Title: Where

where within awaits a whale
a splasher of water in the face
with a tail as heavy as the sea
in the see of seas, I see

corals submerging to a wave
a torrential of fishes
the seasons of boats fishing
the nets against nets, I feel

the clenching of a claw
crabs fighting to a lip
the cocktail of bloody teeth
in the eye of the sea, a scream

men falling to a shark
spears piercing into skin
a turbine caught in seaweed
the boats gone missing.

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#6
Where

Love
living
in a house
with a gable
supported by hope
in three dimensional
structures that are the pillars
built from sacred solid ground up
holding the weight with a foundation
in rock of ages created for our faith

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#7
Where

Where were you this morning
at 1:00 when I put the lights out
at 9:00 when the children slept?
(Asking for your story - not me!)

Where have you spent your time,
with whom were you spending it?
What were you planning to tell me
to excuse your philandering?

Where do you get the gall to say
you love me, with someone's
scent perfumed in your hair
and clothes wrinkled and stained.

Where did you expect to find
all your clothes and junk
other than the garbage can
along with our marriage?

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#8
Where

Wandering aimlessly within the night,
Hollow fears overtake dainty stars
Engulfing flames of a distress signal.
Restlessly dancing in silence,
Entranced in visions of where I want to be.

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#9
What:

What happened... are we finally dead?

This morning everything seemed
fine, the sun was still shining...
Did I do something wrong mama?

The last thing I remember was
papa's alcoholic breath and a gun...
We never stood a chance...did we?

The smell of gun powder doesn't suit you,
I miss the bouquet you used to wear...
it has always made me feel safe.

What if we were still alive
would the linger of suicide follow us?
it matters not, there is no more pain.

I'm glad we are going to heaven mama,
you've always been angelic in white.

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#10
When

When you're young life seems like the universe; all very big and grand and you're just small and insignificant. Life doesn't apply to you, it stretches out in front of you like a red carpet to the stars and somehow, you don't feel quite grand enough to step onto it yet. Time passes as time inevitably does and even though you're growing up, the future still seems out of reach. There is this time that you've been dreaming of your whole life, when everything will come together and run smoothly. "This is when my life will be on track" you say, pinning the concept of success onto a small, faraway dream that glitters tauntingly in a sky so many hundreds of miles above you. You give 'success' an image because you need something solid to strive for. Without this, hope is just mist that you're left clutching at.

Life will come together at some point,
You just know it

If only you

Could know

When

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#11
When

When will my life begin,
will you ever listen

When will this stop
for all that I have given

When can I see you again
will I ever be forgiven

When I am with you
I feel as though I'm living.

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Voted.

Great job everyone! Voted. :)

Voted as well.

Nice work, enjoyed reading!

Done!

Good works.

Voted :)

Good poetry!