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: SPRING FLOWERS MAY LOOK NICE TO SEE, by Colin Guest

Spring flowers may look nice to see
But they’re not as bright and pretty as you
Your smile can light up even the darkest day
Anyone can see at a glance that you’re in love
Why else would you look so happy and bright?
Manners maketh man, but love makes a woman
Being in love lifts one’s spirits whenever down
Just thinking of your love for me and I feel great
My troubles just fade away into the background
With you, I walk along with my head held high
And an unsung song ready to burst from my lips
My heart pounds with passion and love for you
Our friends recognise that we are madly in love
While others only feel sad that they are not

LOVE Poem: LOVE AND WAR, by Laila Dawelbeit

My Love for you is a Great War
Four years of fighting, no end in sight
Infinite casualties, infinite death
Sunken eyes, pale faces
Morale has long waned
Like the tide of the ocean and the Moon of the Earth

Blinded by the beauty
Of the irreparable damage of knowing you,
I will continue sending men to their graves
Buried shrouded in their sweet innocence,
Original Sin
And all great Neptune’s Ocean will not wash this blood clean from your hand.

All is fair in love and war

LOVE Poem: READING A MAP, by Joanne Leva

Fall River. Smith Mills. New Bedford. Freetown.
A slow drive into charcoal blue. Silver
Beach. Ethereal Grey Gables. Frozen
Creek. Flying Horses Carousel. The wind

was whipping along the coast and you were
West Chop bent at the hip. Your arms cradled
dozens of Conque shells. And I was East Chop.
My arms full of shells, too. We were a mile

apart but still so connected. Looking
back, I think that sea air whipping and shells
falling from our arms were a kind of map.
A way of wandering we understood.

Heaven Heights. Pie-in-the-Sky Bakery

LOVE Poem: INTIMATE, by Omar Montes

She hit me with the beautiful madness of her.
that she was covering little by little
my intense droughts
in a scandalous way
she brought warm swirls
to repair my essence.
she filled me with caresses
the empty shelves
and without making promises
She managed to take away all my pain
Trafficking in my secrets to
change my ideas and moods
She broke the harmony of things.
to repair my freedom.
She taught me
with a beautiful kiss
how love is defined.

LOVE Poem: MISSED, by Janet Botham

What is it to share a lifetime in short,
childhood passes in curved blurry lines.
Disharmony resides in youthful abundance,
where love sits, without notion or purpose.
There are very few others, who share in this bond
family love, bestowed tender & strong.
Experiencing the tribe, joined internally…
As true knowledge is ours from birth to beyond.
Grievances set aside, jokes & humour abound
reminiscing about childhood exploits surround.
Things only a chosen few know.

Now one of us is gone, prematurely ahead
and memories aren’t holding the same.
As we age, and turn to lean on our kin
for testimony and proof from within.
It’s like gasping for air on a swell of the sea
as we shift through our personal storms.
Oh how we miss your unique point of view,
we learned early on of your voice.
Notice given freely, whether wanted or not
likely ignored, but offense never taken.

We were The privileged to witness up close
Your genius your loyalty
your light from within.

You are loved,
you are missed.
And the older we get,
you are yearned for,
you are spoken of dearly.

Unique beyond measure,
loved beyond time.
This is for you,
our dear dear brother.

Read Poem: MAYBE, by Tiffany Hylton

Maybe our lives weren’t intertwined
Maybe they just intersected
Maybe we weren’t forever
Maybe we were just for now
And maybe i shouldn’t be crying
Maybe I shouldn’t be this sad
Maybe I should just be happy with all the memories that we had
Maybe i should be optimistic
Maybe I should look to what to come
Maybe I should move on
Maybe I can still find my someone

Because maybe you weren’t my person
Maybe you weren’t the one
Maybe you were just a glimpse of what was to come
Maybe you were a pitstop
Maybe you weren’t my destination
Maybe you were just a heartbreak
Maybe you were just having fun

And maybe one day you’ll be there
And maybe you probably won’t
And maybe I’ll be okay with that
But until then I’ll use maybes to cope

Read Poem: TOURIST, by TAK Erzinger

What this journey through time and space isn’t,
a fissure split between earth and spirit or a
mere yawn of seasons, but maybe it’s the ignorance
about the end, its invisible grasp that holds us
in a headlock we’ll never be able to escape from
that steers us free.

Our bodies a compass being navigated
led like sailors by the stars or bees by flowers.
Every day the sun, yellow orange yellow, hope
pulling life up and out with its invisible force.
Travelers we are seeds blown asunder by chance
some settled close to their origins

others adrift over land and sea, no matter
all of us just passing through, witnesses or tourists
to a time and place, waves rolling in and moving out
forgetting that we’re all headed towards the same place
and just like birds in migration our souls will know
where to go, leading towards the final excursion.

Our shells, souvenirs left upon the shore.

Read Poem: R A I N, by Dennis J. Sparks

And Then The Rains Came (part 1)
(a poetic perspective)

An Alien Eye peered
Into the Void, and Mused—
And a hot rock took form;
Desolate, Desperate, Denuded…
Meaningless, Mindless, Moronic;
The Eye blinked….
And then the rains came.
And the rock, breathed!
Verdant Forests, Misty Mountains, Expectant Waters
Cried out for Purpose.
Creatures emerged
As the Answering Bellow.
Then the two-legged Beast appeared
With his righteous pomposity,
Warlike posture,
Bent on deconstructing
All that was Pure.
It blinked again,
And then the rains came
As the Slate was wiped clean.
And a Rainbow appeared in the sun-soaked sky—
Another day, Another try!

And The Rain Came (part 2)
(a poet’s perspective)

Once more with Feeling
Was the Carrion Cry!
And so we try…and try…
And by and by
An Alien Eye
Stops by, to Spy
On the hot rock of yesteryear.
But Chaos and Strife still abound,
No lessons learned
From centuries yearned
For a tolerant concern
Of Dreams delayed.
The Song went out
To heavens above,
“No intelligent Life Found
On this piece of ground!”
So, we bid Adieu
To this two-legged Fool,
And let the Flora and Fauna Rule!
And then the rains came…anew…!

by Dennis Sparks