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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: SOLITARY JOURNEY, by Long Er Dong

I am a solitary traveler,
Trudging alone under the indifferent gaze of others.
The evening wind, lifting the distant yellow sand,
Cools the eyes that once looked at me tenderly;
And the tears that were meant to last through ages.

I am a solitary traveler,
Each creation,
A painful and lonely journey in life.
Drawing the curtains, I shut out the glitzy world.
No flowers or warmth,
No kisses or care…

Though virtual time can flow backwards,
It cannot find the youth I once was.
Though the space of thought keeps changing,
It cannot retrieve the dreams of my youth.

The evening glow reddens the clouds at the horizon,
Signaling the moon will still rise as scheduled.
But you, whom I once loved,
Have been scattered by the evening breeze,
Lost among the multitude…

Irretrievable,
Yet the pain remains!

Read Poem: ORBITING A STAGE, by Edward Liriano

In love there is no serenity
No escaping the chaos within
Crashing into each other
Forcing the winds of change

Every breath leaves you out of breath
Yearning for a moment to ponder
The meaning of what I’ve just done
To whom everything will go to

There is life within your soul
A connection to yourself causing isolation
While the circle of life is spinning
Making a love triangle ever present

Look up and down and all around
Only to see what is inside
On stage with the spotlight on you
Ready to perform for the masses

Read Poem: THE END, by Dimitris P. Kraniotis

The savour of fruits
Still remains
In my mouth

But the bitterness of words
Demolishes the clouds
And wrings the snow
Counting the pebbles

But you never told me
Why you deceived me
Why with pain
And injustice did you desire

To say that the end
Always in tears
Is cast to flames

Author’s Bio:

Dimitris P. Kraniotis is an award-winning Greek poet. He was born in Larissa Prefecture in central Greece and he grew up in Stomio (Larissa). He studied Medicine at the Aristotle University of Thessaloniki. He lives in Larissa (Greece) and works as a medical doctor (internal medicine specialist). He is the author of 10 poetry books in Greece. He has won international awards for his poetry which has been translated in 35 languages & published in many countries. He participated in several International Poetry Festivals around the World. He is Doctor of Literature, Academician in Italy, President of the 22nd World Congress of Poets (UPLI), President of the World Poets Society (WPS), Director of the Mediterranean Poetry Festival (Larissa, Greece), Chairman of the Writers for Peace Committee of PEN Greece and member of World Poetry Movement (WPM), Poets of the Planet (PoP), Hellenic Literary Society, National Society of Greek Literary Writers, etc. His official website: https://www.dimitriskraniotis.com/

Read Poem: FRIENDS, by Zaric ( Zeke) Reed

When I say friend do I desire the slippery and suppleness of you? You say friend do u mean someone to confide in and tell secrets to and flatter you with sexual innuendo and volley?” How’s my woman?” you frequently ask, knowing that she is but a shield, that u hide behind and duck around, when I whisper that I have to see you naked before I die– have to taste the sticky that makes your pearl glisten and the delight that your thong occupies. You are but a woman and you must do and say lady things and in doing so, you use karma as an excuse and the lust for me only resides in the dreams that you have that you tell me about, that you try to take back when it’s too late. I suspect that you become as wet as I am hard and as horny as I am lustful. What can I say or do to get into your panties mentally, to cook marshmallows in the flame of your furnace, from the inglenook of your thigh. To cup and caress your naked breast from behind, and to have you whisper, “How’s your woman?” I muster, “Mind your business,” and I push you down and slip inside you with a groan–and you do finally. You mind your business and then we make love like friends are supposed to.

Sometimes.

Read Poem: DARKNESS, by James de Ciutiis

In the darkness, I sit patiently
Waiting for her to arrive on bended knee
And then she, a beauty unmatched, shall sing.
To my door, a man, a terrible thing, she will bring
Some wrong he has contrived against Beauty
An act he will pay for tragically

From the darkness, I come through.
Bravely the man, in knightly armor, stands for a time
Until he sees me and knows what has been done.
He turns to her, and sees scorn, no time to run.
My claws tear through his steel, flesh, and grime.
His death is delicious as I chew.

Outside the darkness, I see my Sun
Shining and lovely in these moments we meet
She strokes my hair and I close my eyes, vulnerable,
Helpless and vindicated for being as I am, horrible,
My heart and soul, dark dirty, I lay bare at her feet.
She smiles proud at the bad I’ve done.

Back into the darkness, I’m told to go,
I resist and purr gently, a monster I say no more
Her smile fades and I know what I am and have to do
Each step away, pain, back inside without my love true
I know I’m something grotesque covered in gore
But I’m her’s and this I will continue to show.

The Darkness, my home to hide below
Conceals all that I am so that none may see
My rage, my ugliness, my scars, the sweet anguish of my love
Within the pitch blackness I am free from the world above
It is here there is no judgement of you and me.
I can’t help who I am and must abide, so,

In the darkness, I sit patiently
Waiting for her to arrive on bended knee
And then she, a beauty unmatched, shall sing.
To my door, a man, a terrible thing, she will bring
Some wrong he has contrived against Beauty
An act he will pay for tragically