Author: poetryfest

Submit your Poetry to the Festival. Three Options: 1) To post. 2) To have performed by an actor 3) To be made into a film.

LOVE Poem: I’m Not Far Away, by Anne Bower

Gold tinged air
this Friday afternoon
My house on a small town
midwest street a nest
I curl into, half asleep on the sofa
until phone’s insistent ring

and your rushed voice,
I’m not far away, just a short drive,
can you, can we?
And in fifteen minutes you’re at the door
waking me to your body, mine

I know your car is tucked
off on a side street, know our
time is small
inside my hushed home
where you shouldn’t be
My brain knows but

no drink or food on the voyage
just two bodies flying
rearranging the solid air

And you say
birdsong? hear it?
and give me more

A child’s call outside, someone’s mower
our music
We sway together at leaving time
and I wonder, trembling, sillied,
if you’ll be safe driving home

LOVE Poem: To My Soulmate, by Eva Seidou

I dance every day with the memory of you,
it circles around me, tugging my heart to dance along.
Steps on our tiptoes, my dear,
we flew.
Flew away from the acrid air
I was doomed to breathe without you,
away from the horrid sight
of the world that lacked you,
away from the unforgiving earth
that entraped you.
We escape through the ether of the cosmos,
skipping by the judging pass of time,
turning away from the glow of stars
and the slow waltz of planets.
At last, I see you clearly, after so long.
I speak of how I’d missed you
as I run my fingers through your hair.
You engulf me in the starlight
of yourself and love me.
As you always did,
as you always had,
as you always will.
Fear is shrugged away.
It’s a freezing cold forgotten
in the splendid warmth of you.
I know now our souls were promised.
Promised to each other
in a deal unbroken
by law, by nature,
by force, by time.

LOVE Poem: Alternatively, by Joel Holland

when the teaser-trailers
for this apocalypse stop,
and it finally just happens,
and the power is gone everywhere,
I will lose contact with a thousand
people I called friend, and desperately
try to get a hold of 20 of them;
the ones I find, I will hold them
close, and breathe the natural air
a little deeper. I will understand the
grace of the sun’s daily resurgence
and the miracle of natural food,
as I pick corn, cabbage, carrots and
tomatoes fresh in that garden
somewhere, and realize, I really
could have done this
without the apocalypse

LOVE Poem: Moonlight’s Dance, by Skylar Kinney

In the quiet of the evening’s embrace,
Whispers of dreams softly trace,
Stars above begin to dance and gleam,
Inviting us into a world of serene.
The moonlight spills like silver streams,
Painting shadows,
Igniting dreams,
Each heartbeat echos a gentle sigh,
As twilight deepens our spirits soar high.
As the night whispers,
Our hope ignites,
Together we dance in the soft moonlight.

LOVE Poem: Slip Dress, by Danielle Talley

I slipped out of depression,
letting it cascade down my body,
slow and deliberate.
It felt good against my skin—
familiar, like a memory I’d buried.
The color was deep red,
bloodied and raw once exposed to air,
a perfect complement to my toasted almond complexion.
It fit me perfectly,
clinging to the curves of my disillusions,
dragging along the ground, heavy with regret.
I turned heads without trying—
always have.
But this presence, this facade,
shapeshifted me into something unreal,
a walking contradiction of my own truth.
“You’re glowing.”
“You’re stunning.”
Compliments rained down on me all night,
each one layering the illusion.
Now I’m home,
staring into a mirror that refuses to lie.
Naked. Vulnerable.
The truth puddles at my feet.
Glamour is a spell,
a quiet kind of magic
that lets me deceive the world…
and myself.

-Slip Dress