Violet Winters

Rookie - 93 Points (September 13 / Baltimore, MD)

Violet Winters Poems

1. Hole 9/18/2013
2. Staff Sgt. Bakey 9/18/2013
3. Sarge 9/18/2013
4. I'M Hoping It Rains 9/18/2013
5. J In Apartment J 9/18/2013
6. Andy 9/19/2013
7. Rockstar Marine 9/19/2013
8. I Think 9/19/2013
9. Snow's Stance 9/22/2013
10. 3: 34 Am 9/22/2013
11. The Bitter Complex Of Candle Blood 9/22/2013
12. Fidelity 9/22/2013
13. Anticipation 9/22/2013
14. Oblivion 9/22/2013
15. For The Knight 9/22/2013
16. Questions 9/22/2013
17. Gag-Proof 9/22/2013
18. Four Hundred Words 12/5/2013
19. War Boys 12/5/2013
20. Reality 12/5/2013
21. Happily Ever After 12/5/2013
22. Position Available 12/5/2013
23. August Boy 12/5/2013
24. Too Good To Be True 12/5/2013
25. Love Letter 9/18/2013
26. New York Strip 9/18/2013
27. Naturally 12/5/2013
28. Burn 12/5/2013
29. Duplicitous Innocence 12/5/2013
30. You Like Things Perfect 12/7/2013
31. Crawl 1/3/2014
32. Vindication For My Suitors 1/4/2014
33. Love, Loneliness And Eggs 1/7/2014
34. The Problem With This Weather 1/7/2014
35. Honeysnake 2/26/2014
36. Toxic Candy Or Tractors 3/5/2014
37. Mornings And A Machinist 3/18/2014
38. Stalemate 3/24/2014
39. Petty Pick Ups At Purgatory Pub 3/24/2014
40. Memphis Church 3/24/2014
Best Poem of Violet Winters

Between The Lines

Don’t read my work
and claim to see
something that there may not be.
Don’t shred my words
and break my prose,
and pick through for
what you think you know.
A writer doesn’t write for you.
A writer writes like flowers dew;
Overnight, or through the day,
we perspire what we need to say.
It trickles out, we collect those drops,
arranging them neatly
in an intangible box.
And when we find
we’ve found enough,
we take that box
and empty this stuff.
We carve into paper,
or parchment,
or screens,
the mind's imagery,
or ...

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A Serial Killer In Love

I've grown increasingly needy
and that's so unlike me.
Usually it's the boy
that winds up needing me.
And here, you've got me;
hook, line and sinker.
All I can do is linger
around in your orbit.
My brain gets going

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