Hit Songs Title Contest POEMS!

Here are the amazing poems! Please send your 1st and 2nd pick to me in a pm, and I will see if there are enough votes by the end of this weekend to post the winners on Monday. Thanks :)

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Ain't Worth the Whiskey

Sippin' On Fire
out of a mason jar
trying to figure out
this puzzle called
my marriage.

I'd walk on hot coals
but she wants me
to walk on water
all I do is sink
every step I take.

Let me challenge
the world and
beat the game
she says take out
the garbage on my way.

Playing with my
telephone, thought
I'd call her up
"come on down
grab a drink."

"Get your sorry butt
back home;
dinners getting cold."
I'm still sippin' on fire
out of a mason jar.

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Blank Space

Temptation tastes so sweet
as it pulls me even closer to the edge.

Convincing whispers promising to take me
to a better world than the trap I am currently in.

Life is only temporary,
death is for eternity.

Like a balloon set free,
I can finally feel myself floating away,
and my unvisited tombstone will be nothing but a blank space;

a reminder of what I was worth.

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Sippin' on Fire

While she witnessed her last sunset,
she sat on ashes
of the shore of their memories
sipping the flames of their past.
Beside her his last remains laid;
a bare skeleton with no features..

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Love Me Like You Do

You broke into my heart
with your crowbar of perseverance,
determined to make me give your love a chance.

At first I used to hate the way you love me like you do,
because deep down I feared that I would grow to love you too.

Your crowbar wasn't strong enough
to break through my insecurities,
and I refused to give you everything
I spent so long protecting.

But only now, after you have gone,
do I realise that our love was always there,
and your crowbar was never needed to enter my heart,
for I could never deny that I loved you
when I looked you in the eyes.

Now I will never get the chance to appreciate your love,
and that truth drowns my heart as I realise too late,
that no one could ever love me
like you do!

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Riptide

Reminiscences of you
always come back to me
like a shadowy flower
amidst the current of water inlets
and Manila estuaries.

Tides,
rippled and shallow,
weep again
when lavender seas die
on my poetry
like kites on rainy days --
broken and forgotten.

No, that kite
will never come back again
(the one you gave me
on my birthday) --
stuck in a delta
found in a horizon
that is never azure,
but a resemblance
of the rip currents
I can't replace with
the waves of some strange seas.

I am a stranger
in these lonely tides,
and they are bizarre,
they don't let the kites you gave
come back to me,
and they are also not letting
the memories of you
pass through the silent currents.

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Ain't worth the Whiskey

Every day I get home from all the places I've got to go,
I eat something from a can that isn't very good and I
sit and wait right next to the telephone opening your little box -
the one with the dancer inside that plays that tune
everybody's heard but nobody knows the name of.

And after a while, when the sun starts to set,
after the children are called back home from playing
in the street when we used to sit on the floor
with our backs against the wall reading novels
and collected poetry, reading song lyrics and recipes -
anything that could distract us from that reality,

I hear the words you begged me to repeat
night after night coming to life again, sailing
across a melody everybody's heard but nobody
knows the name of and I pull another bottle
of whiskey from the shelf. I glance at the telephone
before opening it, hoping to hear it ring -
even if the voice on the other end has bad news
it's still better than this, because you can't leave me again.

The little dancer spins on her track and the song
sings itself over and over again, bringing memories
and worn out story books to life. Little girls
aren't supposed to push their big, strong daddies away
so soon. They aren't supposed to follow so closely
in their "rotten" mother's footsteps, but you -
you always were a fiery little thing. I should have
known better than to treat you that way.

You know, I've never been one to drink,
I've never been proud of the things I've done,
but missin' you just ain't worth the whiskey
or any of the pain that comes to life with it.

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Talking Body

My body lays still.
such as a calming
hush of night.

Webbing within darkness
hangs a leather,
catcher of dreams
from
my ancestors of old.

I travel the universe
within stars and moon,
veiled and shielded
from an entity of evil
assuming he can feast
upon the visions trapped
within my frailty.

Messages encircle beaded
medallions, feathers remain
unseen, while I dangle upon
a crescent moon.

My body becomes a host,
for speaking with ghosts-

asleep; sleeper of dreams,
caching the haunted upon
a feathery pillowed
rhapsody.

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Lay Me Down

Take down my dream-catcher and give it away,
for I am now sleeping in Heavenly peace,
in a place where nightmares have ceased.

Lay me down to rest,
and whisper your goodbyes,
let the music box play memories
of the life I used to have.

Lay me down and let me go,
it's time for me to fly back home.

Dry your eyes and try to smile,
for I finally found freedom
as I soar towards the sky.

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Great poems!
Hard choices

Whoa this was an amazing set of turnouts. I cant wait to see who the winner is!

Really awesome poems, indeed. 6 people have voted so far and while there is one clear winner... 2nd place is tied!

Voting is still open if anyone else would like to help out.