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: SUMMER, OVER SO SOON, by Robert M Lidster

Summer seems to be over before it’s even begun.
Everyday I wonder, where oh where’s the Sun.
Where is the warmth and the sunlight, that helps the garden grow.
Bringing forth the harvest, from the seeds we sow.

Every season has its time, and time will have its way.
Nights are getting longer, shorter is the day.
But Winter brings its promise, of days still yet to come.
And a time for nurturing, when Spring has finally sprung.

Read Poem: Versus, by Ed Vela

Love is here;
Amid the tears;
A sorrow burning bright.
And as a lark;
Soaring in the dark;
A miracle of flight.
For when they say;
Love’s here to stay;
A glorious fruition.
I say those times;
A man of crimes;
Shall pay a grand tuition.
For it isn’t hate that binds us;
Just ourselves that will not change;
Wasting all our precious moments;
Beyond the heavens range.

Read Poem: Unintentional (6 of Cups), by Melissa Pastoriza

I think I’m in love with someone
At least
not in the deeply, personal sense
It’s hard to explain
But it hits so hard in a way that I
don’t/can’t

breathe

Until It reaches out

It used to feel like a giant disapproval
from the day we first met
It was Carnal and obsolete
Yet It still wanted to thrive
Listening to that impulse,
begotten by our own threads

How can I lie?
Full of laughter
Heartfelt memories
Something that I miss because I got along
And quite reminisce
That this supernatural friendship that has followed-
Is actually fertile and
Hounds me as far as up until THIS.

Creeping in literal places
That don’t allow me to speak
For I see the energy
we both seem to be

It’s like we’re experiencing the animal, unnurtured
And quite tired
Giving ourselves the
Diatribe
That we’re not another’s diet

That we weren’t each others
diet

And that truth could lead to something else

Alone, faceted and unwound
Spiraled enough for one to hurt and make a mistake
Not a sound
But the time comes down
to now.

TRENDING in heartache that comes right back to you
Fiendish, undeserving
ridiculed and tormented right on CUE
Not because I need or DENY you
But it seems
this attachment needs to play through

That’s sought in the after hours of night
when the quiet makes you hungry
Maybe a little horny
Where the thought of you slips into dangerous territory

For it’s one I don’t smear
But fornicate in an appetite
I bequeath unto you
In private

In fact we are morsels, pieces to a puzzle
stuck as prisoners in a mindset
In a far off dream

Not letting go
But allowing our bodies to explore
The access and process
in which our bodies seem to TICK
Fluctuate
Hiding a degree
Led up by excitement
To know what IT IS

It seems so far away
In fact, just a dream
A little midnight lover
In order to release

By: Melissa A. Pastoriza

Read Poem: And the Day Begins, by Peter D. Bové

©2019 by Peter D. Bové

Deeds made in earnest lost
Float away hovering stay
Nothing truly goes away
Our yearning makes them stray
But only us not they
Sparkling light like day in night
In fright take flight
Grasp bonds of multidimensional sight
Brown sugar in a coffee cup
Every molecule knows all there is to know
Not time a factor to fathom
On the windowsill
When it rains it pours
Love to open doors
Wet with loves embrace
This morning her face
A tear
The sun
Through clouds
Race to soak a grief imagined
When all is hidden
In the cupboard of endless desires
Wants to light the fires of perpetual misdeeds
A stranger’s eyes
And the day begins