Robin Williams - Voting

Please read each of the following poems, and PM me with the number of the poem you want to win.

Voting closes Sunday pm, and I will announce winner on Monday.

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#1
Title: Tempered

His words were poetry.
Every ebb and flow-
Rhyme and verse,
etched into my bones.

The darkness that gave birth
to the tempest in
His eyes-
Lent contrast to his splendor,
casting fragility as beauty;
Disguising fault lines as
artistic interpretations of
History.

He was a glass fortress.
I spent hours memorizing floor plans
to navigate
the labyrinth of his soul.
I became disoriented.
Lost among rooms and corridors
omitted from architectural blueprints.

He was tempered in
fires of doubt,
and I bore witness.

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#2
Title: Last phone call

"Hi"- (don't sound so enthusiastic)...

(Silence, she sighs nervously)

"Hi" I sob out, barely a whisper.

"You lost the war within, didn't you?"

"Depression's mask is a permanent mark
once it's placed on you. I'm sorry.
I hung on for as long as I could, I'm
too tired, I need to go to sleep now."

"Will I ever see you again?"

(Placing the phone over my heart)

"Soon...I hope."

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#3
The many faces of a Spoon

Patches of darkness
linger upon an old country
road that whispers "Coward",
or "He's going to Hell"-

What is now left behind
are pieces of a granddaughter's
broken heart, for my Papa
took his life upon a hill
with a gun and a yearning
to see Grandma again.

Society speculates on a smile
with a hidden darkness tucked
behind depressions noose.

His spirit lingers within
tumbleweed winds and his
contagious giggle as I tried
to herd cattle in his size thirteen
boots.

My love for him didn't fade
because he chose the day
and time to rest in peace,
It just made me miss him
a little sooner than expected.

Dedicated to my Grandfather
"Mr. Roy Spoon" I'll always
love you Papa-

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#4
Genie in a bottle

Genie in a bottle, not one more binge,
A snort's no different than a syringe.
Please darkness don't make me take my belt off,
Tired of the strong that look at me and scoff.
Not understanding why I can't take the step
that will put an end to all my insane rep.
I thought I was the Genie in the bottle
Escaping pain in my plane at full throttle.

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Good luck all.
Please can everyone vote!

Good luck all

Great job and good luck everyone!

Judging was very hard, good luck all

I agree, judging was very hard! Wonderful poetry everyone!