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ARTELLA'S POETRY GARDENS OF FAME! Click the links below to read the winning poems for the week of April 16, 2004. Poetry Gardens of Fame Index |
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Sean Pinto
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Upon Stronger Bridges Suddenly she smiled from the insipid security of greener roots. anchors that clutched her insatiable novelty to the blushing blades as the loner leaf sulking in his dewy isolation echoed the early gold harp strings that tuned themselves to the chords of her silence. And... Eternity wept for a second time, for the amused lace weaving itself into wonder, the carelessly rolling dawn tendrils mocking carefully starched uptightness the little pink shoes footprinting the dust of dreams with twinkling question marks Consolation is just a reflection in her broken mirror trapped inside a million shimmering pieces of stillness weighed by an unbroken persistence of breath, a beating heart and the church bells that chime reminders of the waltzing shadows who will visit no more. |
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Kimberlee Titus
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After Seven Today I heard a song That reminded me of A day wed spent together Many years ago. You and I sat on the back patio deck, Soaking up the sun. Sultry jazz, like the grill, Smoking in the background. It was my first discovery of Your passion for Dark imported beers, Among other things. It was a day when I looked at you, Sitting on a chaise lounge And knew how Id feel forever. Questions twisted, Turned & flowed, Wringing out big juicy drops Of flavorful conversation. Hours later, The sun dipping low, We slipped inside Falling into a luscious couch nap. Waking later to the evening chill You held my hand As you drove me home, Smiling entirely. |
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Mimi Sun
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Fate's Game The curtains lift, uncertain, a wary veil Once a shapeless shadow flew with doubt Unsettled -- a painting perfect piece of Utopia Seeping through white palms of the sky. My view is clear now, past clustering charm And unsightly beauty's invitation The perpetually intact Eden roots -- unprovoked Dwelling on a line before a half sun. The steep path accepts my struggling steps It challenges, ambiguity's rule must be followed. In synchronised movements, my Paradise and I, It remains the same myriad dreams away. Stars prick the sky above the Heaven, While the sky overhead remains abandoned. The fireflies dance around an intoxicating fragrance From unidentified petals declared inside me. The solid, reluctant river trips under my feet My internal torch of search floods a scene A shining, moonless mercury pool of isolation But my poisoned petals blushed still. Hope's success A dawn brushes blushes on me, and reveals In the glowing blanket of sunlit morning dew A silhouette Of a familiar Person. |
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Micaela Allen
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Colors of Love I had come to realize, I had never written a poem to you Could it be possible, That Id only written in tones of blue? For a change I would write in brightly sounded colors And tell the tale of two young lovers. It all started very frank, and plainly enough She saw him one day looking handsomely rough They spoke when he came in to pay for his car Little did they know, wishes were granted from afar Both of them from broken homes and rocky dead ends All they wanted from each other, was to be "just friends" In the months to follow that friendship grew deeper He sent a bouquet of white roses, he wanted to keep her The sparks flew with one moonlit innocent kiss And another has followed every day since They had secrets to share, and bodies to explore Then some time later there were yellow roses at her door Dates were often just dinner and the TV But that was just the way they wanted it to be One night they made a commitment to each other And the next day the roses were pink that he brought her |
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