Best Viloria Poems

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...

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I take a deep breath
and push open the door
to the PoetrySoup convention
I look around
at the tables of four

And sigh
because I'm not sure
I have three other friends
on PoetrySoup
or at least not yet

And I see my friends...
my real-life friends...
waving me over
and shouting my name

I run over to...

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Crawl out of bed
in the early morning
squint towards the window

Brilliant colors
shower down
orange
pink
red

Piercing to dark sky
changing it
to the dawn
of a new day.

As mom is driving home
later that evening
I look out of the car window
and see the sun
sinking below the tops of the trees

and this time
the colors...

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I mutter a curse
under my breath
and I spread my
sticky paper-mache fingers

And I irritatedly look 
over at Austin
sitting next to me
who purposely poured glue
on my hands

and is now laughing
hysterically

and I return the favor
although the teacher
caught me
this time

Then I flicked paint
onto his glasses
and he flicked some on...

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I remember years ago
My mother told me to clear out my room
in order to sell things away for a yard sale
I gave her old toys, books, clothes,
everything I could bear to part with left

But I pulled open my closet
and there on the floor in the...

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You are always there for me.
Whether I’m sad, lonely,
Or just need someone to listen,
I know you won’t abandon me.
You’re not like the rest of them.
You’re my best friend.
No matter how old we’ll be,
how tall we’ll grow,
How many fights we have,
or when we die,
We’ll always be...

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I heard an angel
speak last night
and he said "write"

So I got up
out of bed
and began

to spin a tale
of those carved in stone
the beauty of it all

Looking down
upon the graves
their wings
entwined in ivy

Faithful and sad
flowers decorating
the white stone

A bird sings softly
behind it, sings
a haunting, beautiful melody

A...

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Symbol of
everlasting love,
a rose
blooming

the bud opens
the red petals unfold
flourishing in the sunlight
dewdrops sparkling
on the grass

Plucked from the garden
doomed 
to live
the life
of love
and death


The disappearing dewdrops
vanished
in the heat
Spring turned to summer
Summer turned to fall

And life from the rose
wilted
as your love
left me alone

The crimson flower
turning slowly to...

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Fragments and crumbs of life,
all the little pieces
crushed in the bottom
of my memories

Why is it
that whenever I try
to remember

all of the important
little bits and pieces
flutter away from me
and I forget...

The fragments
all seem to
fly off into the sunset

And the whole memories
the strong ones, the stable ones
stay...

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I stand before the oracle
as the oracle sits before me
giving me a tiny clue unto my destiny
but her answer to my questions
is ambiguous and obscure
yet I wonder how I didn't see it there before

~Marie Viloria~
Written for the contest: Oracle...

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Wishes.
Sometimes people wish
for things to benefit
themselves
which is all well and good,
I suppose

But what if you
wanted to wish
for something else
maybe for a friend
or for a friend you haven't
even met yet

But if I had just one wish
I'd wish
for the world to be a better place
not just for...

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A woodland path
in the dappled sun,
hushed and quiet

I peer up
at the canopy
of swaying branches

childlike giggles
echoing through
the quiet forest

I run back to my mom
with a smile
and she holds me tight

So I walk in
the comforting embrace
of my mother

We walk together
through the trees
and the simple elegance
of the redwoods

The...

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Why do
I love myself?

Because I am
full of personality
overflowing to the brim

I love to write
and I love myself
for writing

Stories
Poems
Anything

Full of ideas
and I love
to draw, too

I doodle
all over
everything

I draw people
animals
places

I love to sing
My voice
is everything

Broadway music
Country songs
Cantering at church

I dance
by myself
in my room

I don't like
to dance
in front...

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I am often bored by people
they are always in a hurry to be somewhere
rush, rush, rush
Shouldn't they stop for a bit?

People often talk too much
for my liking
Too many words
not enough listening

Sometimes the only quiet spot
I can find
is my room
with the solace of my cat

Away from...

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I have dipped my pen in the sublime,
it is my gift to you...
And as I write this tale
I hope your dreams come true

But the children today are confused
and you, my friend, may ignore
But then I guess
I shouldn't have given to you before

I gave my gift,...

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