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Haley Fisher Poem
Apologies have the potential to be sincere,
Forgiveness is rarely sincere or realistic,
With every mistake you bury yourself alive,
One more foot deeper than before,
You can feel your lungs collapsing as you gasp for a pitiful breath,
You pray to be released from the coffin where your broken relationship lies,
Facing endless torment and torture,
Never to be allowed the sweet mercy to be put to rest,
Your mistakes will forever be dug up and rehashed,
Only to be buried once again to bubble up under the surface,
Your relationship will forever be tarnished,
Like the decaying skin on the monster your have awoken,
Who’s mouth waters for revenge and answers from your simple minded brain,
The stench of the rotten grave will haunt you forever,
Reminding you of your moronic betrayal,
This is the monster you created now get a shovel and face it head on.
June 5, 2018
Free Verse Only- Pick a Theme
Sponsored by: Laura Loo
1st Place
Now Entering - Favorite Poem Written In June 2018 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings - 3rd Place
July 23rd, 2018
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Haley Fisher Poem
You are a bright fallen star from the mesmerizing sight up above,
You make my tender heart pump pure blood of joy with just a minor glance,
If only you would grant me the blissful privilege to call you my love,
To my painful despair your angelic nose is pointed to the sky and you look down upon me,
If only given the honour to acknowledge my existence that craves your mystical romance,
But because of my economic status and laughable looks me, you shall never see,
As more than a dirty petty jester who could never compare to your immense power,
I am foolish to ever have thought I stood a pleading chance,
To you your majesty I will forever bow down and cower,
Until I feel your heart beat back then I shall manoeuvre into my sprinting stance.
June 12, 2018
Rhyme Time 4- 10 Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Laura Loo
3rd Place
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Haley Fisher Poem
Life most certainly has its ups and downs.
Sometimes life may be as breathtaking as a Galaxy of whimsical Starburst.
Heroes and adored Lifesavers protect our most beloved towns.
The pessimistic Goobers in life are the absolute worst.
Even if there is a bump in your Rocky Road, remember you will always reach your dreams.
If you claim that you cannot fit in with the Smarties, then you are nothing but an Air Head.
Swim towards your goal like Swedish Fish soaring through a flowing stream.
Take 5 to pause and think, invent the next Whatchamacallit instead.
Tootsie Roll down your window and shout out in joyous bliss,
ignore Mike and Ike’s conniving Snickers.
Be ahead of the crowd because the Slo Pokes always miss.
Admire how the glorifying star within the Milky Way flickers.
Nothing is more rewarding than a gleeful Pay Day,
take the 100 Grand with pride because you earned it.
The Dove coos above and the illuminating smile on your face is there to stay,
but if you begin to taste the nauseating flavor of distasteful sourness, do not put up a fit.
Remember that one must taste the sour in order to appreciate the sweet,
take a risk like one of the Three Musketeers.
Think about all of the Hot Tamales you could potentially meet.
Face all of those belittling Whoppers of fears.
Eventually, you will connect all of life’s meaningful Dots.
Life will become a Candyland where it only rains colorful Skittles.
Run the exhilarating Marathon and miss Zero sweet spots.
Eventually, you will learn to adore life’s mind-boggling riddles.
October 4, 2018
How Sweet It Is Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Carol Connell
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Finally, my little girl is sound asleep
after multiple bedtime stories, I plea that she will not make a peep.
Hugging her favourite teddy bear ever so close
the blissful sight is as precious and delicate as a blossoming rose.
The soft murmurs of her magical breath console me.
At last, I can rest upon my alluring bed where I long to be.
Pleasurably my heavy head allows itself to fall,
every muscle in my body relaxes and my eyes begin to flutter as I stare at the wall.
All are contently safe and sound fast asleep,
unfortunately, this blissful peace shall not keep.
A spine chilling creek sends a booming echo throughout the hall,
my eyes flicker open while my mind wakes itself up to protect my all.
The distasteful racket continues to speed up my heartbeat,
distressed I grab a flashlight refusing painful utter defeat.
The flashlight sends a ray of a saviour into the pitch black hallway,
my sleep deprived eyes focus on the bright figure in dismay.
The sweet little angel before me moves forward using unimaginable stealth,
still softly snoring and babbling sweet nothings to herself.
I stare in amazement as she manoeuvres about the house with ease,
with loving open arms reached out in case she falls to my displease.
With little direction, my little star is directed back to her bed
where she shall have the dearest dreams play out in her head.
For the rest of the night, I lay awake longing to hear her creek,
constantly tiptoeing into her room to get a reassuring peek.
The sun eventually rises along with a bright smiling face,
she asks me how she slept and I pull her in for a tight embrace.
July 26, 2018
Sleepwalking Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
5th Place
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The countdown on the calendar began the moment he proposed,
The wedding planning began the minute I met him,
I desperately wanted this milestone to be remembered even after we are decomposed.
I cannot count all the catalogues I made him skim.
Everything had to be absolutely perfect to ensure a magical night.
The mesmerizing dazzling decorations stole the show,
all the necessities were coming along just right.
The delectable vanilla cake we chose was as light as fresh snow.
I gracefully plopped into the limo on that gorgeous summer day,
slam went the door along with my dignity and sanity.
I looked down at my dress in complete horror and brutal dismay,
my wedding was ruined and the words that came out of my mouth were a shameful profanity.
I yelled and desperately pleaded for the limo driver to stop,
I burst into tears creating tracks of mascara down my flushed face.
The limo driver did not bat an eye because he was too busy listening to his stereo of pop.
Overwhelmed with disappointment and worries my heart began to race.
Determined to regain control of the dreadful situation I began to tug,
I yanked the delicate fabric as hard as I possibly could.
This ghastly dilemma was almost impossible to just sweep under a rug
but I decided to fix my makeup and enjoy the night like I should.
I pulled out my pocket mirror and mascara and got to work,
I decided the best thing to do was put on a smile.
I guess the dress is sexier shorter I thought with a smirk,
I felt more beautiful than ever as I walked down the aisle.
July 13, 2018
A funny thing happened on the way to... Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert Haigh
7th Place
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The spiral staircase made her high heels sing,
She ran down to meet him at the doorbells ring,
It has been ages since they last met,
He told her not to worry and not to fret,
A nervous fluttering of butterflies filled her,
Last time the age of sixteen they were,
As they climbed up the steps in her right shaky hand an envelope she held,
She knew the moment he opened it he would instantly be spelled,
From here the City churches pierced the mist,
His lips curved into a twist,
They stood for ages in deathly silence,
Her phone rang and she ignored it out of defiance,
He had pity for the man on the other end,
The poor naive man who believed that all these years was only speaking to a friend,
She opened the crinkled pale yellow envelope for his and her eyes to share,
He closed it, and, now smiling, crossed the square,
Intertwining the new couples hands,
Off to the church to get their desired wedding bands.
June 1, 2018
One Nine and Sixteen Upgrade Version Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Viv Wigley
5th Place
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In a magical clearing just south of here,
There are fire breathing Dragons you will fear,
Their scales are sharp and their roars are shrilling,
The petite but strong Huffle-winks are there for the purpose of killing,
The horrid beasts that claim the land,
Riding on their Dragonflies hand in hand,
In the clearing size does not matter,
The tiny little heroes make evils plan shatter.
June 3, 2018
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It was the first day of first grade I met her,
I used to love to pull her ponytail.
Whenever I tried to speak my words would slur,
my plan to get her attention was an utter fail.
It was the first day of first grade I met him,
he used to pull my hair and stick out his tongue.
One day I saw a pair of scissors and decided that his hair needed a trim,
we were lucky to find true love so young.
By sixth grade I was finally able to speak,
I told her she was beautiful in front of her best friend.
At recess she loved to play games of hide and seek,
I despised all of the mixed signals she would send.
By sixth grade I decided I had a crush.
He called me beautiful and I ran away,
I told him that we were too young and did not need to rush.
I wish that I could rewind time back to that magical day.
The clock struck senior year and I asked her to prom,
she must not have felt the same way.
She told me she would let me know as she reapplied her cherry lip balm,
I never heard from her so I went with my friend Sharpay.
The clock struck senior year and he asked me to prom.
My thrilled heart almost leapt out of my chest,
stupid me had to play it cool applying my cherry lip balm.
I sent him a text but he never responded; that night I could not bare to rest.
Ten years later, I now know that true love is only a silly myth.
Now married to Sharpay; bonded after she borrowed my phone the night before prom.
Wonder why never heard back from the woman still hopelessly in love with,
I still dream about tasting her cherry lip balm.
Ten years later, I now know that true love is only a silly myth.
If only I did not play it cool; I should have told him how I truly felt,
I would have been with the charming man I always knew I should be with,
I dream about our destined lips meeting; it makes my demolished heart melt.
July 11, 2018
An Incomplete Love Story Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Faraz Ajmal
2nd Place
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Every morning, I steal longing glances at the most spellbinding creature I have ever cast my two eyes upon,
Her skin is pale and lifeless, wearing a peculiar looking amulet draped across her neck,
I cannot help myself to stare, as she engulfs her lunch meat in only a few vicious bites like some sort of evil spawn,
Whenever I cross her path, I feel like a deer in headlights; turning into a nervous wreck.
Her alluring features of dark hazel eyes and fire truck red lips call to me from across the office,
At the call of my name, I scamper towards my desire like a cowardly pup,
My heart begins to pound out of my chest, her pointed ears perk up and I remain cautious,
With music to my ears she exclaims, “You are my date to the Halloween office party tonight,’ I just thought I would give you the heads-up.”
With long black finger nails, she carves her address into the palm of my hand,
I glance down at the blood oozing out of my fresh wounds and she playfully smirks,
With a sloppy lick from her magnificent tongue the wound seals and I am ready to give her a wedding band,
The fiery hot blood I feel thrashing around in my veins every time I touch her, feels like exploding fireworks.
That night, I arrive at the address that may potentially scar my soft tender flesh,
Before I can knock, a clawed hand grips me tight lugging me into the front hall,
I am immediately blindfolded and I hear her deep growl, “My dear, I just need a moment to refresh.”
The room is cool and damp, I scurry to remove the blindfold to become aware of my surroundings above all.
Unfortunately to my defeat, I hear the jingle and sharp pull back of chains restraining me to the stone wall,
The warm breath and droplets of fallen drool on the back of my neck make me shriek,
Not a soul can hear the disgraceful, desperate cries and pleas I begin to call,
Now I know why people say to never date your monster of a co-worker, as she kisses my cheek.
I flail and bash my arms and legs trying to desperately swing and knock her off her feet,
I feel her filthy nails ripping into my chest,
In a soft growl she mentions something about my blood being sweet,
With a deafening howl the horrid situation puts my body to rest.
September 25, 2018
Scary or Spooky poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
6th Place
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Haley Fisher Poem
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Standing in
front of the
smudged body
length mirror,
Displeased at the figure I see,
My lips tremble as I glance at the
scale in fear, Out of my own skin I wish to flee,
Magazines and commercials filled with
beauty standards, Slim and shapely
much like a doll, I pity the ones
always changing themselves
to please others above all,
beauty products strip
us of our real identity.
Embrace the shape
you are given
even if it is not
an hour glass,
Step away from
your makeup
stained vanity,
Break free from the ridicule and
judgment with class, Shamefully tight
outfits and having to dress to impress,
Run away from the circus where you
must dress up like a clown putting on
an act, Your heart and confidence will
lead to success,
Look again into
the mirror to
welcome your
shape with
open
arms
then
hit
the
town.
July 6, 2018
Get Into Shape Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Maureen McGreavy
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