Author: poetryfest

What is your screenplay about? HEDY is the story of my grandmother in World War 2, a strong woman who fought to survive with her children after her husband’s disappearance. It is a great and sad love story as well. 2. What genres does your screenplay fall under? drama 3. Why should this screenplay be […]

Interview with Screenwriter Natalie Alison (HEDY) — Matthew Toffolo’s Summary

DESIGNATED RIDER was the winner of BEST PERFORMANCES at the Comedy Festival in August 2020. Matthew Toffolo: What motivated you to make this film? Ilana: Jaime Lyn and I met years ago when we both were doing comedy in Chicago. I immediately fell in love and started plotting ways to trick her into working with […]

Interview with Filmmakers Ilana Gordon & Jaime Lyn Beatty (DESIGNATED RIDER) — Matthew Toffolo’s Summary

Press On!

God won’t let these tears fall from my eyes .

No matter how much I want to fucking break down and cry.

Just wanna better myself and give my son the world

But damn ! I’m just one fucking girl

I know I ain’t the 1st single mom out there

I know there’s people that have it worst off then me

I’m just tryna take care of business

But this fucking devil keeps pushing me

Most of the time I feel alone

Most of the time I’m all on my own

But I try not to let it show

Damn how much more can I take though?

I haven’t turned to drugs,didn’t want the easy way out

But in the back of my mind , should I try it out

Pop a pill,
Drink away the pain
Drown in my sorrow

FUCK!

Who else can I blame?

No matter how dark these thoughts are I know I can’t do that ,

I love my son and I know I gotta be the BEST I can be , for him

and

for ME!

I won’t let the bad outweigh me

I’m WAY to strong

So I’ll continue to be strong and Press on!

Writing Poetry for The Times That Are In It Avoid the polemic, the rant, the bromide be all you can be avoid the hackneyed phrase the weak-kneed phrase the self-consciously poetic line the moon, a pale orb in the evening sky never call the moon “an orb” never call the sun “a fiery ball” […]

Writing Poetry for The Times That Are In It (more unsolicited advice) — Stopdraggingthepanda

Here is a reflection on how writing poetry has nourished my faith in these challenging times, and deepened my encounters with scripture.

How Writing Poetry Has Deepened My Spiritual Life — My Pastoral Ponderings

6.Tips: On beginning writing – poetry For being a poet, one must read, listen and enjoy good poetry. That gives the aspirant a general idea about poetry and inspires him/her to try to write. He/she learns about the nature, content, form and other elements of poetry. In a poem, the poet expresses his/her feelings and emotions […]

6 Tips: On beginning writing – poetry — Creative Expressions

I Love Writing Poetry I love writing poetryPoetry can be writtenAnytime, anywhereWords are everywhereWaiting to be put togetherChanged and alteredTo write new meanings andNew imageryWaking upIn the middle of the nightAnd making notes of imagesPossible lines and titlesHandwriting the poemReviewing itFor spelling and grammarReading it out loudLetting it brew for a timeFinal check and any […]

I Love Writing Poetry — Walt’s Writings

October breathed poetry —       beautiful and glowing.   — ~Terri Guillemets, “Tenth verse,” 2018, blackout poetry created from Octave Mirbeau, The Diary of a Chambermaid, 1891   — painting credit: ‘autumn tree’, deborah mcgee, watercolor on paper

october breathed poetry. — I didn’t have my glasses on….

The above self written quote “Live to learn, Learn to dream, Live to dream ” simply tells that learning and dreaming is where the essence of living lies. If you live, you have to learn and to dream you have to live. Hope you enjoyed this piece! I am back after quote a long time […]

“Live to learn, Learn to dream, Dream to live. ” ~Kavya Gupta — Poetry, Art and Quotes

Genre: Inspirational
Writer: berniceblogs

her scars are more beautiful
than the summer’s bloom

her broken face
once hidden in the night
shines brighter than the
yellow buds of spring

she’s exhausted
sweating as she face the
heat of the morning sun

but still,
she chooses to wake up

she chose to live
and fight every
weakening day

her scars became the
stars of her own sky

like tiny little sparkling dusts
painted all over her

she’s beautiful
and strong
that’s what she is

to others, she’s wilting
but to her, she’s growing
slowly, beautifully

and she knew one day
she’ll rise
and blossom
forever more