Winners Of Poetry Contests
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My mother cried
when I was a child... -
Standing on familiar soil
I see the echoes... -
Those grey years of angst,
Of treading water in a sea of tears... -
It's a new year, so
let's celebrate... -
Your words,
when they came as whispers... -
O' how I miss and mourn for mother's voice
That swiftly passed like Autumn's southern breeze... -
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seven geese swim seven skies
across the wetlands, marsh, and tides... -
When music no longer
soothes the savage beast... -
The clock does not know
it will continue ticking... -
as morning breaks, my heart does too
I hear the blackbirds songs of blue... -
Night born skies
delivered within majestic fantasies... -
Holidays were
always coarse...
