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winners
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1st place 35 comments =CondescendingHeart= Angels in the Sky
2nd place 25 comments =nikki= Baby's Breath
3rd place 15 comments =EndOfTheBeginning= Stillness of the night
4th place 5 comments =The Tasteless= Another Day Gone
honorable mention 2 comments =nikki=Destruction

The Old Oak Tree
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Slow Train
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Baby's breath please, if i may reserve

Angels in the Sky please

The Stillness of the Night please..

I hope this one is ok. it was an idea that popped into my head to write about, i haven't written about my son much and this was just the perfect title. well hope its ok.

Baby's breath

by Nikki

My baby's first breath,
was one I had longed to hear,
they told me he might die,
and that was my biggest fear,

right through my pregnancy,
all I had was pain,
they told me I had complications,
and then tried to explain,

what was going wrong,
and how it does affect,
but I knew the life inside me,
I always had to protect,

they told me I could not have a natural birth,
I had to have a cesarean,
they told me that we both might die,
and I had to have an ultrasound again,

he only weighed 1600 grams,
and they said that he was to small,
I just layed there in shock,
I felt like I hit a brick wall,

I was set to have the cesarean,
they gave me steroid injections,
I just thought to myself,
why do I have imperfections,

early in the morning they woke me,
to tell me my son will be born,
I did not know whether to be happy or sad,
did not know if my heart would be torn,

in my back - they gave me the needle,
I was so scared,
I only carried him for just over 7 months,
but losing him I could not have bared,

when he came out there was silence,
I thought something was wrong,
but than I heard a small little cry,
and knew with us he did belong,

my son was alive,
I had gotten such a fright,
they took him away to help him,
and I got to see him that night,

he weighed 1900 grams,
he was such a beautiful baby boy,
when I first held him,
all I felt inside was joy,

today my son is 6 months,
he babbles, laughs and smiles,
in the pregnancy it was hard,
and I had a fright for a while,

but now today my life is perfect,
I would not change a thing,
from now until the day I die,
I shall guard him under my wings.

Angels In The Sky
by CondescendingHeart

A Child Looks To His Mother
As She Senses The Fear In His Eyes
With Nothing To Do But Comfort Him
As They Wait For His Demise

She Held Her Baby Closely
And Felt Him Turn So Cold
His Life Was Ending As It Began
For He Was Only Eight Years Old

She Couldn't Hold Back Her Tears
As His Body Shock So Hard
Imagining Life Without Him
A Place So Horribly Scarred

Her Hands Where Tattooed Red
As She Kissed His Every Soar
He Was Being So Very Strong
But Couldn't Take Much More

The Car Had Struck Him So Hard
And Didn't Even Care To Stop
Just One Look Out The Window
And She Felt Her Heart Drop

She Dedicated Her Life
Just To Know He Was Okay
But She Turned Her Back Just Once
And God Took Him Away

He Put His Little Hand On Her Face
And Tried To Say Goodbye
But He Looked Instead And Said
"Mommy, I See Angels In The Sky"

The Stillness of the Night (Kyrielle)

In the dark stillness of the night;
A creature stalks, hidden from sight.
And suddenly creature finds prey;
He pounces with deep disarray.

He makes sure they are no remains,
Nothing left for them to domain.
Ploughing and picking at his quay
He pounces with deep disarray.

Laughter erupts, as devil glares,
Eyes lose light when kneeling in prayer.
His claws blemish then they betray;
He pounces with deep disarray.

Perfectly Imperfect
10th June 2007

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A Kyrielle is a French form of rhyming poetry written in quatrains (a stanza consisting of 4 lines),
and each quatrain contains a repeating line or phrase as a refrain (usually appearing as the last
line of each stanza). Each line within the poem consists of only eight syllables. There is no limit
to the amount of stanzas a Kyrielle may have, but three is considered the accepted minimum.

The rhyme pattern is completely up to the poet.

Naw.. This contest closes on my 18th birthday... Tehe..

As you already know i will take another day gone please

Come on where are all the poems that were once requested to write on.... anyone?

Wow ive been looking for this topic for an hour...

heres mine

Another Day Gone

Remnants of our disagreements,
Will live forevermore,
You still think im jealous,
I think youre a whore,

Time will only tell,
What you say and do,
Another day gone,
And Im not missing you,

Maybe in a million years,
I'll find something in me,
But until then,
Forgotten you will be,

In time I might forget,
All that ive done,
But you have to live for the moment,
And this time was fun

Reserve angel in the sky and stilness of the night please

The Old Oak Tree [Terzanelle]

When you took my hand under that old oak tree,
You whispered: "Baby, tonight we are finally free!"
When you took my hand under that old oak tree.

With a milky smile; you looked over at me,
And you grabbed my hand to lead me away,
Whispered: "Baby, tonight we are finally free!"

Solemnly I stand; with a black and white picture today,
As I think back to the day we discovered our wings -
And you lightly grabbed my hand to lead me away.

But their teardrops pull at my heartstrings,
And they pretend to know you the way that I did;
As I think back to the day we discovered our wings.

You, and only you; would capture the pain that I hid -
Away from everyone sitting within the crowd,
And they pretend to know you the way that I did.

Holding the wedding ring; I repeat the words you vowed -
When you took my hand under that old oak tree,
Away from everyone sitting within the crowd,
You whispered: "Baby, tonight we are finally free!"

-Jenna Elphick
June 21, 2007

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The Terzanelle is a poetry type which is a combination of the villanelle and the terza rima forms. It is a 19-line poem consisting of five interlocking triplets/tercets plus a concluding quatrain in which the first and third lines of the first triplet appear as refrains. The middle line of each triplet is repeated, reappearing as the last line of the succeeding triplet with the exception of the center line of the next-to-the-last stanza which appears in the quatrain.

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I have been looking for this since yesterday, if i may can i please do destruction aswell.

I hope it is ok. if not just disregard it from the judging

Destruction (acrostic)

by Nikki

Destruction is imminent
Every day some thing goes wrong
Starting every day in horror
Tactically planning what she will do
Ready to quickly get out of the bed
Understanding where she went wrong
Counting the seconds until he will awake
Tip toeing out of the room, scared from the night before
Ignored and beaten old scars underneath the new
Only to know it will never stop
Naively believing him when he says sorry and he will stop

But she will never understand why he does lie to her,
She will never understand why she thinks he will change,
But the man she once loved put on a happy face,
But underneath she never knew he was deranged.