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Finding My Ego
Poetry Contest Description
Non erotic, 10 lines or less,
Not for the comp.
Finding My Ego
Finding self among woolsy in the pelts of twilight
listening to the echoes of the coyote where the
crickets bow hungering for the flesh of broken-down
old poets dismembering the dawn with another
coyote song lighting the inferno with another
cigarette and a bottle of tequila
Finding My Ego
Finding self among woolsy in the pelts of twilight
listening to the echoes of the coyote where the
crickets bow hungering for the flesh of broken-down
old poets dismembering the dawn with another
coyote song lighting the inferno with another
cigarette and a bottle of tequila
Ego Found
I sought you, looked for you
in strange places, while I decayed
My ego
The wholeness of my self
The fullness of my being
And now, I stride, and sing,
and gaze, chuffed, at mirrors
in strange places, while I decayed
My ego
The wholeness of my self
The fullness of my being
And now, I stride, and sing,
and gaze, chuffed, at mirrors
Written by olliec
(Oliver Cocks)
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Underwater Hug
I see my ego, bold and wild,
getting involved with the world, deceived.
He boasts and brags,
feeds on praise, under the spotlight,
longs and remains.
With each triumph, his stature grows.
A cycle that flows infinitely.
Yet in the mirror I realize,
the fragile core that cannot deceive.
Written by PAR
(PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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Late November
In late November the freezing cold rain remembers
To wash away the dirt and erode the past
So when the fractures in the pavement are watered
They can still grow weeds and flowers
And there, in between imagination and dream
The harshness of reality finally sets in
That amidst the ugly truths and pretty fantasies
I am reminded
I am broken, mended and healing
To wash away the dirt and erode the past
So when the fractures in the pavement are watered
They can still grow weeds and flowers
And there, in between imagination and dream
The harshness of reality finally sets in
That amidst the ugly truths and pretty fantasies
I am reminded
I am broken, mended and healing
Written by wallyroo92
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