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.

Read Poem by Kelly Loraine Stearns

Earth Theory/Earth Strings are the structure that binds us 3rd dimensional beings from a one dimensional standpoint or plane that is operating on a vibration or frequency. It is more than a theory in all actuality, as everything is energy and everything (including human Beings) operates on these tuned frequencies. These strings, just as in string theory is used in space time or the universe, is measured on an Earthly level, where us humans are and our vibrations flow through.

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HORROR Poem: What Lingers in the Dark, by Megan Derrick

I’m being followed—
by a creature more horrendous than you could ever imagine.
If I stop, it will seize me.
I see it lurking out of the corner of my eye,
lurking, waiting to pull me into the abyss.

It doesn’t only haunt the dark moments.
It was there when I started my new job,
a shadow beneath the stairs.
Even in my happiest moments, it remains.
When I dare to smile, it creeps closer.

Sometimes, it catches me—
and the agony is beyond comprehension.

It will never leave me.
I must learn to endure it, for it is stitched into the fabric of my soul.
And so, we must coexist.
Perhaps, in time, its sting will cease to paralyze me.

ALLEGORY Poem: SHE SHOOTS–HE SCORES?, by Monica Davis

You balance a basketball on your index finger.

I can see that he is mesmerized,

BY YOU,

He is spinning just like the ball—

Pinned in place;

A spherical vortex of need,

Held fixed by

Centrifugal force.

With a smile on your lips,

You surrender the ball to

G
R
A
V
I
T
Y

Then by feint, pass, layup,

YOU SHOOT,

And effortlessly release it to kiss

The backboard, where it balances,

TEMPTING, TEASING,

Before, with a swish,

It flirtingly slips its way

Through a skirt of net.

He is mesmerized.

He hopes to SCORE.

WAR Poem: VENCERE AUT MORI, by Tayyiba Jadoon

Slumped and etched into your memory,
You were a swan in a pool of blood—that did not belong to you
It’s magnificent thus inevitable

Blood
Bathes
Broken
Bodies,

Brutally
Butchered
Beneath
Blackened
Beams

Veins of betrayal coursed over the fallen in a crimson sea, Held captive of the souls draped in the scene.

Dug inside yourself witnessing the ecstasy of mourning and weeping, them. Since the chords and strings accord with the selves own self

Passion
Perpetually
Puzzles me

And,
Prickles my
Patience
Poisoned to
Perfection

My lungs rise and fall, emerging ashes to smitten flames.
Sins of the flesh decide one’s fate, o’ fall through the chorus of chaos slipping past the ending trials that scream,
‘Vencere aut mori’, Conquer or die

POLITICAL Poem: All the Flowers At Rafa, by Sreyash Sarkar

There’s an alarm that is ringing

Neither dove nor lamb
Neither agent nor executioner
Red sky at night, abiding by every rule
The sun breaks its arms in agony
‘Will they all die?’, I ask
I think they will
Now that, Faqqua irises
Have a diet of tears
Healing in hiding
And the news, adept
At naming spaces after
The sound they make

But I must read a door
Even in error
Somewhere
A breath, a screech
A howl at humanity
A torn open flux
As big as I can
As small as I can

I’m just carpentered
With the gauge of
This time, this fleshed time
This distance from blood
The smokes, they don’t touch
The flowers in my drawing-room
Part of me, leaking out
into a pool that once looked like me
As all the flowers die
At Rafa
And sulphur coloured hate
So symmetrical,
Descend
To bury this setting outness

Why otherwise,
My heart would function still,
My body, move
My soul still in place
At the thought of
How little it belongs
to me even the death
Of burnt children.