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Best Poems Written by Marie Viloria

Below are the all-time best Marie Viloria poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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If I Was An Animal

If I was an animal
What would I be?

My defining traits
are sarcasm
musicality
bright colors

The only animal
that comes to mind
is a bird

a parrot
for it's talkativeness

a canary
for it's beautiful voice

a peacock
for it's extravagant feathering

but no animal know
is as fidgety
moody
strangely uncomfortable
among it's fellows 
as I am

So I suppose
being a bird
is best

for whenever
I feel awkward
and out of place

the bird in me
can always fly free

~Marie Viloria~

11th place in the contest: If I was an animal, what would I be?

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Land of Fairies

Alone on the shoreline
in the land of the fairies
where there is no light
and only darkness

a young fairy cries
her blond hair
braided back
her wings frail and translucent
her clothes light and white

She finds a pebble on the shore
the clouds swoop in
the rain falls
the tears drip
onto the pebble

And then, suddenly
cupped in her hand
where the little stone was
there was a spot of light
like a drop of the sun

but she was a selfish little girl
and she hid the light
instead of sharing it's gift
with the rest of the land

And as she grew older
she visited the precious light
alone on the shoreline
giving her hope and joy
while the other fairies
were submerged in darkness

She held it in her hand
and she kept it close
and forgot all about sharing
and forgot the other fairies
as she basked in the warmth
of the gift of the clouds

And then one day
another fairy found the sunlight
while walking along the coast
and she was dazzled by it
and brought it to the queen
who wished to share it with all

but the fairy cloaked in white
refused to relinquish the light
to the world of the fairies

so the queen gave the light back
but not before taking a piece
and then returning the spot of hope
to the selfish fairy

Every day
the fairy went to the light
and coveted it
keeping it hidden
on the shoreline
once more

And every day
the queen sent one of her servants
to steal a tiny sliver of the light
and the queen saved every piece
kept them separate to grow

But one day
the selfish fairy looked for her light
and there was nothing left
and she stormed the palace
angry with the queen
for taking the light from her

The queen showed the fairy
the lights she had grown
and then she opened a bottle
and let one go

But the fairy was crafty
and she broke all the jars
and all the lights floated to the heavens
to become the stars

and the queen cursed the fairy
to live alone
with the light
she had loved so much

and so the fairy became the moon
shining down on the land of the fairies
but when the queen realized
that the fairy could wreak havoc on the world
from where she was

The queen became the sun
taking the first piece of precious light
that she had taken by herself
and she chased the fairy out of the kingdom
every day
for eternity

and so the queen and the fairy
both loved the light
and lived up there forever
with a dreamlike joy

gifting the world with sun
the moon
and the hundreds of stars

~~~
First place in the contest: Land of the Fairies

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Magic

Magic words flow by
fire streaks towards the enemy
who returns the favor
with fast waves of lightning

I fight them off 
with a rowan wand
and a protective staff

my robes whip around me
and I conjure up another spell
filled with all the power
I could muster

It knocks them off their feet
but not for long
and we continue our deadly dance

But his blow hits me hard
and I crumple to the ground
motionless

The words
game over
flash on the screen

I sigh
and restart the game...
~~~~~~~
1st place in the contest: Magic Words

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Limitless

My art teacher
chastises me
for always
being

too bold
blending styles
mixing it up

she likes things
neat and orderly
all separate categories

And it makes me wonder
how she got out of art school
at all

I like being
different
and I like to
push boundaries

sometimes blatantly ignoring
the so called "rules"
I admit to that

But I like letting my art overtake me
letting out my mind
sketching it all out on a piece
of flawless white paper
changing it
into the creation
I see in my mind's eye

Perhaps
sometimes
what I draw
or paint
or sculpt
is not exactly
what she had
in mind

but who is she 
to put a rein
on my creativity?

I like my art
but if I can't be
unlimited
do what I want to do

how is it art at all?

~~~~~~~~~
7th place in the contest: Limitless :)

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First Date

It's awkward and strange,
and if I had to sum it up
in about four words
They would be

My mom was driving.

Not romantic, just weird.
And when we got to the movies
mom went to the other side of the theater
realizing her presence on my first date was
ridiculously embarrassing

We didn't really talk to each other
I didn't know what to say
and you didn't either.

And I don't really remember much of the movie
because what I do remember is your arm
around the back of my seat
an inch away from direct contact

I'm sure you eventually recovered
some feeling in your arm
in a few years, I bet.

On the way home
it was equally silent
and equally awkward

And our relationship
didn't work out
but I hadn't really expected it to

So here's my hint to you, kids.
Just don't go on a first date
with your mom in the car.

~~~~~
Written for the contest: First Date

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He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

I pick a daisy watching you
play basketball out in the park

you push your dirty-blond hair
away from your face
smiling and waving towards me

I look up from the flower
wave back with a grin

and begin to pluck off
the pale white petals

He loves me....

But then I see you
with my ex-best friend
laughing with her

not me.

You sit with her for a while
And she shoots me a smug smirk

I look away and across the court
I sigh softly and continue to yank off
more petals

He loves me not...

I keep the flower until halftime
when you run to me and smile

asking if I like watching the game
so far

with that adorable impish grin
and then you hug me

and run back onto the court with a laugh
your blue eyes shining, brownish-blond hair
flying in all directions

And I sit in shock 
for a moment

And I gently pull off
another petal

He loves me...

But you still sit next to her
when you're not on the court

And I want to cry for a moment
and I look away as she leans into you
about to kiss you

And I stand up to leave
to run away from you and her

But I hear you yell angrily at her
something about you already having a girlfriend

which means I have no chance
no chance at all

I drop the daisy into the grass
but not before ripping off another petal

He loves me not...

but you run towards me as I turn to go
and you say,

Are you ok?

I sigh sadly and reply,

Isn't your girlfriend waiting?

He laughs, the soft, throaty laugh that I love so much.

You're my girlfriend!

And I blush and mumble something unintelligible under my breath
you pick up the flower hand it to me
and I pull off the last petal.

He loves me.

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Birds and Freedom

Innocent
Carefree

Soaring
above clouds

It's what we
all want

Birds
fulfill our 
dreams

live out our 
hopes

Free as 
a bird,
they say.

Longing for 
freedom

we imagine
that one day

Flying high

Away from our troubles

We will
Soar.

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Single Awareness Day

Let's just start
with five words:
I hate February the fourteenth.

I hate it
With a passion

Just a couple
reasons why

I have never gotten a valentine
I have never liked pink
or red
or hearts

But I don't care too much
because Valentine's day
is just superficial

A holiday that just makes people
feel bad about themselves
and buy lots of chocolates
and flowers

But honestly
it's just depressing
to see all of the people
who have flowers and love letters

Especially when
I have nothing

But maybe this Valentine's day
will be different
not that I care

But maybe just this once
I could have somebody love me
even if Valentine's day
is better known as
Single Awareness Day

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Love

So what 
do you do 
about a 
broken heart? 

Say that the 
pain will pass 
and the sun 
will soon rise 
again 

You’ll forget him 
you reassure yourself 
He’ll fall into 
the deep, dark 
corners of 
your memories 

And somebody else 
will take his place 
smiling so beautifully 
You’ll love him more 

The sun will 
shine so much 
brighter 
for you both 

He’ll be the one,  
your soulmate, 
your other half 

You’ll write his name 
all over your 
notebooks 
and doodle hearts 
everywhere 

Until he dumps you 
like everyone has 
before him 
 
You’ll cry 
again 
another broken heart 

but you stitch 
it back together 
again 

piece by piece 
your shattered heart 
is rebuilt 
ready to love again.

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Pregnant

She bites her lip
and looks down at her stomach
rounder
than ever before

She never wanted this to happen
She tried to be careful
She made sure
this wouldn't happen

And yet it has.

She imagines facing her
disapproving mother
who will look like she
is going to cry and yell
all at the same time

She bursts into tears
and one thought
crosses her mind

My mom's going to kill me.

And she's sure

that the small
little angelic baby
inside her womb
is thinking
the exact same thing.

~~~~~~~~~~
Statistic: 25% of all pregnancies end in abortion. :(

Written for the contest: Mom, I'm pregnant