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ARTELLA'S POETRY GARDENS OF FAME! Click the links below to read the winning poems for the week of August 20, 2004. Poetry Gardens of Fame Index |
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Sudha Suri
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Only Butterflies
Who can know looking at the larva its potential to be a butterfly. It is the faith which gives the courage to watch the process happen. So it is for each one of us Look around ------ See butterflies in their various stages. Some still a larva ----- engrossed in enjoying the mulberry leaf , The world of their five senses. Some a pupa ----- Looking within struggling with their own ugliness and limitation striving for freedom. Some butterflies ------ Creating beauty and happiness flitting from flower to flower, selflessly pollinating becoming instrument in creating new life. |
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Ann McGovern
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No Vember No telling me bar jokes, no bringing me a wondrous stone for a present, no wine down my throat, no fingers on my nipples, no warmth of your thigh on my thigh, no kisses on my toes, no washing all the pots, no filling the gas tank, no playing Cuban music I dance to, only for you. no deepening of deep. No vember. Who ever liked November and put Thanksgiving at the end of it? |
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Chelsea Rose
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The Dark The dark inside Of the tomb Is stifling Like the black eye Of a creature Un-named The dark inside Of your soul Is intriguing Like the pale glow Of the moon In the sky The dark inside Of my room Is comforting Like the warm depths Of your hugs In the night The dark inside Of a pond Is soothing Like its glass reflection Of the night Above The dark inside Of your heart Is mysterious Like the touch Of your mouth On mine The dark inside Of my mind Is confusing Like the thoughts Of who you are To me |
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Ashley Fothergill
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Hello Loneliness Hello loneliness, I guess we meet again, its just me, you, this paper, and a pen. I thought this time you had truly gone away, I didn't invite you back, so its not going to be a long stay. So don't get too comfortable torturing my every being, because soon the back of my hand will be all you're seeing. I am alone crying in the stillness of the night, my army left me all alone to fight. I don't really know which way to turn, I guess in it all there's a lesson to learn. I don't know how much more of this I can take, I am desperately trying to not make another mistake. My heart is left heavy, sad and sore, I am fighting in a losing war. The sin in my life is pushing me into the ground, once again loneliness is all that is found. It's embedded itself into my soul, I've subconsciously allowed it to take over control. The voices that scream inside my head, they allow me to think that I am better off dead. They make me feel like I am going insane, total control I must regain. I used to embrace you as my closest friend, now I can't wait for it to finally end. Hello loneliness, you're not welcome here anymore, I ' m ending this romance, I'm shutting the door. |
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