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The Top 5 Poems of the Month

February 2004

Our winning poet for February is John Robinson.
Read John Robinson's biography and more of his poems

When Love Starts to Fade

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Here are the other four poems chosen by our imprint editors as winning poems for February. All other poems submitted for the Top 5 Poems of the Month for February are being considered for various anthologies.

Sweet-Love

Sweet love they say,
Then why does love gash through
your heart?
Rip through your soul. . .
It leaves you on your bended knee's
praying for mercy.
Chokes up every apology,
disposes of logic.
Re-decorates the walls in sombre red,
Leaves it's satanic mark upon
your head.
Love is not to be cherished, but feared.
Deceitful and sly, purposefully deluding.
Mis-constrewing mindsets throughout time,
Fills you with lakes of luscious 'love'
Then strips you bare, watching you suffer
amidst the drought. Not a care. . . 
It leads me to this thought, without a doubt. . .
Sweet love's a lie.

Philip Naylor

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Better Day

I wondered silently,
Am I who I think I am?
If I were to look at myself,
Close in the mirror,
Would I see things differently?
Is my reflection another side of me?
Did it do things the right way?
Make the right choices?
Have more morals?
Is it religious?
Does it live a better life?
Free from strife,
Look back at me and laugh,
Or is it a reminder,
For when I think i've failed,
Gone astray,
That I can look at my other side,
Re-evaluate in my reflection,
And live a better day.

Richard Ward

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Fleeting Mollification

My heart knows only the pain of missing you,
Yearning for you
With every breath
Being with you numbs my mind,
Expunges all anxiety,
Eradicates despondency,
I am no longer the helpless prisoner within my own despair,
You mend the pieces of my broken life,
Your calming presence pacifies my seemingly incensed existence;
The beating of your heart appeases my troubled spirit,
Dousing the flames of hatred
That dance cruelly before my eyes.
I can breathe again.
My heart swells when I sense the compassion in your embrace.
The beauty of your affection,
As words fail me,
I gaze into the realm of your enigmatic affection
In silent expression of my essence,
You are my perpetual bliss,
I fall unafraid,
Knowing you will catch me.
The promise of tomorrow fills me with hope -
Maybe you will stay another day,
Maybe I can hold you a little longer,
Maybe you will wipe my tears once more, maybe,
But my soul cries as you enfold me,
For tomorrow is but a day,
Elusive, uncertain,
Tomorrow is an intangible promise of your permanence,
Soon you will be gone.

Nadia

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