Published & Contest Winning Poems
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- Written by: HaroHalola
- Category: Published & Contest Winning Poems
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"1st Place Winner of the Open Community Poetry Contest for the period October-December, 2010. Read the full interview with Mr. Mantel here"--ed.
Read me
after
you
won't wanna Read
just anyone
&
the anyone
you Read
you'll get
Cacoethes Scribendi
Read more: - THE POET AS NARCISSIST? -
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- Written by: Uniquely...Disfunctional
- Category: Published & Contest Winning Poems
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"Runner-up in the Open Community Poetry Contest for the period October-December, 2010"-ed.
From the nipple to the cigarette
From the bottle to the beer
From the garbled bubbles of infant communication-
To the loud vulgar words that spew today.
I am what I am.
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- Written by: Twizzler
- Category: Published & Contest Winning Poems
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I will not write you a love poem.
It is a tedious process
and not worth the time.
My time would be better spent
describing the beauty of rose petals
or recounting conversations over cigarettes.
I would rather walk through a park
feeling the snow crunch beneath my feet
watching children wage war
with weapons
Read more: A Generic Love Poem
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- Written by: Tsnclr
- Category: Published & Contest Winning Poems
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originally published 2010
Stubb Earle’s got his strawberries again in Eden so we packed the freezer full of the perfect fruit, each small ruby bursting its sparks of sugar tart sweet, crimson blood juices over hands and faces.
The baby is soaked in rosy dribbles and laughing for more with joyful shrieks of strawbabies.
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- Written by: anonymous contributors
- Category: Published & Contest Winning Poems
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originally published 2010
Public swim session at the community pool
Azure liquid thinned by pee and drool
Beckons a dinky passerby
Choked by grot collar
And ‘can I help you’ tie
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- Written by: anthonyliccione
- Category: Published & Contest Winning Poems
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originally published 2011
While yet married to a dish
the spoon ran off with the fork
to elope into a knife
cut-throat marriage-
going feeding porkishly
at Las Vegas buffets
and drinking glass
after glass martinis and wine-
gambling the night away.
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- Written by: Spells
- Category: Published & Contest Winning Poems
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Across from Love Street
Two blocks from the Rhythm and Blues
Graffiti of poetry
Written for travelers like you
While the musicians penetrate their horns
By the barriers of raging fire
The cold crisp breeze
Blows melodies a little further
Across from Love Street
There lie many books
Authors of rich silky thoughts
Langston Hughes
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- Written by: anthonyliccione
- Category: Published & Contest Winning Poems
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that phone
how it keeps
ringing and
ringing off
the damn
hook
at any given
time of
day night
or dawn
unannounced
if I’m
in my under-
wear
or bathing
suit and tie
or towel
that ringer
keeps
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- Written by: Eric Lawson
- Category: Published & Contest Winning Poems
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originally published 2010
We are the traveling salesmen of verse
We have been quietly washed in by
Twilight’s tide and shall make
Our exit by the same mysterious
Means before the piercing dawn
We artfully dissect your town’s
Charm and personality and turn
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- Written by: cquinn91
- Category: Published & Contest Winning Poems
- Hits: 2020
Nothing
captures Midwestern melancholy
quite like Lake Michigan.
In the winter it is
a gray lake locked in ice.
Morose and morbid
sitting and waiting like
an ashen flounder covered
and lying in wait
to gobble
up some unsuspecting ship and her
naive crew.
Smoldering summer comes
with no spring or fall
Read more: Moods of Lake Michigan
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- Written by: anonymous contributors
- Category: Published & Contest Winning Poems
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originally published 2010
Pine a blooming parasite
Twined
Poised on a twig a jackdaw
Issues a pungent cry
Indignant towards celestial
Lights
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- Written by: pepemagoo
- Category: Published & Contest Winning Poems
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telling tales of abandoned buildings
in the rain
places we'll never own
memories we'll never know.
we scuttle under floors
and question the meaning of rail lines
you tell me about places you got to get off
or the rail men'il get ya.
i only remember that one is in
