Echoes Writing Contest Poetry -Honorable Mentions

My Dinner

by Andrew Ngo

Honorable Mention for Poetry in the Echoes Writing Contest

January 2017

Once upon a time,

At night, when all they see is darkness,

When they ring the church bell for funerals,

I pick up my phone.

We will have no tomorrow.

At night, when all they see is darkness,

When they ring the church bell for funerals,

Baby, why?

Why? Why? Why? Why?

When my tears beg you to stay,

You go away.

Only the wind stays there

Soothing my tears.

At night, when all they see is darkness,

When they ring the church bell for funerals,

Me and you

We will have our last time.

Your last time.

At night, when all they see is darkness,

When they ring the church bell for funerals,

I look at you for the last time.

He is there, but you are gone.

I remember our first time

When I embraced your body

And we became one flesh.

It will not be the end.

Have you prepared my dinner?

At night, when all they see is darkness,

When they ring the church bell for funerals,

Bite.

Juice from your neck flows in my throat.

Sweet, sour and bitter like our love.

Fresh scent fill the air.

The helpless prey lay there begging.

Oh baby, why are you begging?

When my tears beg you to stay,

You went away.

At night, when all they see is darkness,

When they ring the church bell for funerals,

I embrace your body.

Your soft flesh.

Your juicy eyes.

Your buttery brain.

Your warm heart.

The sweetness melts in my mouth.

Your smooth skin slides between my fingers.

Every bite is the taste of summer.

Our last time lasts like forever.

In the morning,

When all you see is darkness,

When they ring the church bell for funerals,

I remember our first time

When I embraced your body

And we became one flesh.

Your soul now may leave me,

But we have become one flesh again

Happily ever after.

Montana: Talking to God

by Jack Morningstar

Honorable Mention for Poetry in the Echoes Writing Contest

January 2017

Are those Bison,

or are they just Cows?

It’s hard to tell

I’m too far away.

I’d get out if I could

but I’m in a train!

I can definitely make those out,

bales of hay.

So?

Hay means nothing to me.

I’ve always wanted

to see a Bison.

So I could understand It.

So it could understand me.

To touch it

To feel its breath.

I’m Sorry, Earth

by Lexy Tracy

Honorable Mention for Poetry in the Echoes Writing Contest

January 2017

lying under the stars in the damp grass

the smell of moss soaked in rain

I hear her heartbeat in the chirp of the birds

white rays of the moon trickle through the trees

she shows me her scars

the places that people carved their nails into her warm flesh

she whispers stories of pain through the soft wind

describing the burning sensation of poison in her blood

flowing in the choppy rivers and the calm lakes

she begs me to save her

from the fumes made by humankind

the pollution, the infection is slowly suffocating her

her breath is gentle against my rosy cheeks

I tell her I’m sorry

I’m Sarah [Poem]

Kylie Wong

Honorable Mention for Poetry in the Echoes Writing Contest

January 2017

Take me to the wonderland

and get me out of reality.

I could not admit

That an upright woman could not bear a child.

Losing my mind

I let a man whom has always been my beloved,

Slept with a slave.

Yes, a slave,

To show my generosity.

Glancing me

And calling him her own.

Giving me her broom

She completely replaced me.

Not a word passed my lips

Yet I could not stop

my heart

from sinking into the ocean

of loneliness and despair.

I hold my fist,

Tightly,

To wish her good luck with

Him.

And me.

All those nights,

I slept on the spiky, stabbing mat

with cold air blowing through my lungs.

Hearing my beloved,

calling a name

yet not mine.

Trapped alone

in the darkest corner,

With a sword pierced through my heart.

Someday, I shall make her learn

that this happiness of hers

is only a dream.

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