A new poetry contest with prizes and free publication for the top 13 authors per quarter, plus a
free copy of the anthology book. They also have a fee free youth contest. It is listed on many
websites. Lisa's Poetry Contest. /cool.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid="B)" border="0"
alt="cool.gif" /> Website has physical address....

This is one of many pieces of poetry, and seeing as they are on my site, I have been informed
that I should put them in quote marks. QUOTE A poem of Love and Hate "I took a walk to
meet him, he was my friend. And now I lie here still and dead, his cold metal bullet in my head.
All it took was a simple sentence, and he shot in anger. And now I lie here still and dead, his cold
metal bullet in my head. For I loved his sister, I loved her very much. And now I lie here still
and dead, his cold metal bullet in my head. See, he had no problem in me loving his ...

Will someone in this world just stab me, shoot me! Just take awy tis pain that consumes me No
one can ever feel what i fell to me my life is not real I think it's time for me to just give up
It's not like i'm ever going to be able to live up to what they want me to be Thats why i
say you be you and i'll be me Why is death such a thrill for me? I mean damn i'll get some
one to kill for me! The blood runnung down you face just takes away my discrace once your gone
things will be good Or atleast i think thats how it should be! Death is said ...

the day we are born we are given one gift, life it is a precious thing for it should not
be wasted. for a parents love is unspeakable for it is true and strong. knowing that someone is
there to lift the curtain of sadness and dry my tears.for a parents love is the strongest love of
all. what do u think? /smile.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":)" border="0"
alt="smile.gif" /> QUOTE(lovelylady345 @ May 8 2006, 07:25 PM) 249214
the day we are born we are given one gift, life it is a precious thing for it should not be wast...

bigmanbfa2@yahoo.com protesting the world is what our society has come to. no ones happy,
abusing the rights given to choose. making a choice, to make a stand, to show the world just whats
on your mind. but what they will find, is that freedom isnt always what politics planned. the
government gets rammed, getting questions like they give a *darn*. with issues of whats right and
wrong. can i build a bomb? its really not their concern weather you love or hate, but to initiate
plans with a political basketcase. always trying to restate the pace of hate. some...

I wrote this when I was 14 and I still remember it. I spun this web and set it up so it would set
me free It wasn't long before I found this web was spinning me Up, down and all around It's
out of my control Now I'm trapped inside this web I've woven in my soul. I suppose it could
use some revision but I like to stick with the original text....

I love writing, and I enjoy reading the poems on the forum. I wrote this poem about two years ago,
I'll be sure to post more of my works. Like others, I write in reflection of the events of my
life, but I also like to do some comical poetry too, you'll see some of that in the future. But
here is my first of many to come, this one is very basic in writing style yet it is one of my
favorites...I don't have a title for it though!!! What do you suggest? Take
one's breath away, You leave him dazed. Can't get you out of his mind... Cope w...

Velvet-like violet erupts in a riot on miniscule white canvases harp-like; focused at a bunch
of seeds. All trouble to no avail, one day the bee will come and take it all away. Side Note:
This poem was selected among the top sixty in the Binnacle Ultra Short Poetry Contest . The seem to
have gotten around 750 entries, so I am beginning to think this can't be too bad. Not sure if
the selection means anything much, but I feel vaguely happy /smile.gif' border='0'
style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif' /> ...

These are a small sample of a lot of things I have written over a long period of time. I actually
may have a book published soon that has some of this poetry as part of it. Anyway, I'll post
more if people like it. *Vapors* Vapors all thats left. Overcast skies, swirling dust,
Dry riverbeds, cracked soil. What lies in those cracks, The scars of earth, The caterpillar's
canyons? Did the water trade goodbyes With the rocks Before it decided to leave them? *Untitled*
Gone. Is that what I am? Is that what this is? Have I been erased? My burdens ma...

hey all- I just joined- I'm steph and.. I'm a high school junior, to start off with, I
guess. To begin, I thought I'd post a poem- it hasn't actually been edited, it was simply
written on the moment and set aside, and criticism is very welcome. ...As I only write in random
time, I don't actually ever get feedback as no one ever sees them- so any thoughts at all are
welcome. ...I'm posting an unedited poem I wrote and then set aside, unchanged, for this reason
(Untitled) I wish I was alive today to see the sands and fates of a passing age the ...

ok...

i don't care about the acidic taste in my mouth i want a girl who's too sad to give a
*BLEEP*: conor oberst sang through my speakers. with the blurry stars shining on my dry face, i,
again, am alone. tonight, i vomit acid from my empty stomach only to realize i'm not as empty
as i feel. i pull out a cigarette to rid this vinegar taste from my mouth; its molecules seep too
deep into my pores. now, i comfortably collapse onto the cold concrete. as i vomit again, my
lunch chokes my lungs; i can't breath but i am too relaxed to care. with a half-b...