Sometimes my branch sticks out more,
it gets lonely.
Although, I’m first to touch the sun,
I’m also first to feel the wind and rain.
People, passing by, take turns swatting at me.
Drops of water settle on my upturned leaves,
I study the many reflections.
Until the air changes,
and my bloom falls away.
My core remains unchanged,
just more bare.
I’ve traveled a bit more outward,
while trying to reach the sun.
The others are following my lead,
but, remain conservative.
I know that I will be first to feel the cold settle in deep,
and the first to gather loosely falling snowflakes.
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: MY HEART FROM THE SEA, by Hume Poets
My voyage to see you
became perilous,
my boldness faded,
my heart was poured
on a note and placed
in an empty bottle,
even if i do not make it,
i hope you read my
heart on this note
when it gets to shore.
Read Poem: Feminine Plight, by Kamilah Glover
Have eyes that have cried seen God or pain?
Why must the appearance of emotion seem so insane?
And over time
Do the scars on your skin show affliction or a story?
Why does growing seem so gory?
And what of the stretch marks on your bosom belly or backside?
Have you been crucified for your imperfections or praised for what has stretched you on the inside?
You know
Wombs carry wounds
Each month we shed blood for the sake of preservation
And we hold blood for mankind’s creation.
It’s sad how our strengths are perceived as weaknesses
How our tears are signs of distress rather than joy
And our beauty is defined in flawless appearance
Rather than honored for its everlasting changes
The strength it carries throughout the ages.
The wears and tears
We wear it well.
Women are essential pieces of the broken pieces of this tattered specie of mammal called humans
As protons are to a nucleus
Our uniqueness is a vital part of our existence.
Treat us as more than just property.
TASTE OF LOVE Short Film – Audience FEEDBACK from Student Film Festival 2017
| ASTE OF LOVE, 4min, Austria, Romance/Experimental Directed by Paul Scheufler What is the taste of love? Could it be sweet, sour, bitter or even salty? A girl embarks on an aromatic journey of love, stimulating her taste buds to the point of climax. With all senses, she explores the various forms love can take on. “Love is as diverse as our sense of taste”. CLICK HERE – and see full info and more pics of the film! |
Read Poem: Broken Lover, by Daniil Prikhno
Make love to me as if it’s the first time you fucked me after we met.
I know things about you that you aren’t capable of knowing.
Some, many times I crawled back to us,
You pretended that emotion no longer bind us, and we’re not allowed to have sex.
Every time I see you I force myself not look at the watch,
Because time stops and besides we’re not right for each,
This is practice for new people we might meet down the road.
I can count things, that hold you back, up to a hundred,
Faster than my pretend-luxury car goes zero to sixty.
I won’t ever be able to tell you the words that will save your life,
If I whisper them into your ear, you won’t hear me.
I no longer fear rejection and lie to myself about things that give me anxiety,
So that fake me will made into the man I always I wanted to be.
It’s make-belief, but it soothes my chapped lips and bruised ego.
How Every Writer Has Their Own Method
by Cynthia Hilston
How many of you remember the dreaded research papers you had to write in high school? Raise your hand. Better off, don’t raise your hand. That’s too reminiscent of being back in school. But anyway, I’ll tell you this: if I never have to write another research paper in my life, I won’t complain.
What I hated the most about the process was how formal and rigid it was. When I was in school, the Internet was still pretty new, so we, the unfortunate victims, spent hours in libraries using dusty reference books that served better as paper weights and taking notes from pages with tiny print. We had to write on 3×5 notecards in pencil. We needed to come up with an outline, and this was to be done the proper way with the numbers, letters, Roman numerals, and I don’t even know what. The rough…
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Poetry Reading: Today, by Anthony Dalton
Performed by Carina Cojeen
Get to know the poet:
1) What is the theme of your poem? The transient nature of love.
2) What motivated you to write this poem? My feelings for my wife when we first got together.
3) How long have you been writing poetry? A long, long time.
4) If you could have dinner with one person (dead or alive), who would that be? John Keats.
5) What influenced you to submit to have your poetry performed by a professional actor? Curiosity.
6) Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..? I have had 15 non-fiction books published, 5 novels published and 5 short stories.
7) What is your passion in life? Writing.
Read Poem: LOVELY NATURE, by Mantri Mark
Mary Mother, You are the Universe
O My Lord, we bowdown to you ǁ
Feel happy at the natural sites
Pleasantness comes in life
Feel happy at River-flow site
One’s ideas flow like Water flow ǁ
Pray my Nature and Mary Mother Goddess for my Birth
God-ness is beautiful nature
Nature belongs to living beings
Preserve my beauty land ǁ
I feel happy to adore my Nature
My loving the Nature, is my loving the Universe
My breathing the oxygen, is my living the life
I can’t pack the Air, but for my deeds ǁ
Beauty lies in the farm land
Waterfalls is the life-line
Life’s happiness is the river flow
No pollute the Water and Air ǁ
Am here in this glittering World
Nature has compositions
Nature knew its compositions well
Nature has hidden healing powers ǁ
Avoid and avoid, Conflicts and Combats
Mind vary from Leader to Leader
Hope to be optimistic for Peace and Tranquility
Don’t suggest for Gun and Bomb Culture ǁ
People in Power, can’t act fast
Power is not for Combats and Conflicts
Souls weep if lives are lost
Cursing can ruin the heredity’s soon ǁ
Read Poem: Please Come Back, by Anshu Pal
I miss those days
when we were together
hands in hands always
never caring the other’s case
I smiled for you
you laughed for me
and we had a giggling base.
You stared and i blushed
time was still very smooth
never ever rushed.
You looked into my eyes
and i blink them twice
we smiled at each other again
cause that moment has no price.
And now we are far
just thinking of each other
what the other one is doing
just worrying for one another.
I guess lets do it again
give another try
as life always give a chance
provided you know to fly.
Come on, lets reunite now,
lets yell again together
and allow our happiness
to once again gather
gather with love
affection and smile
to have everything again
in heaps and pile.
Please walk with me again
again so many miles
so that we can gain
gain back our smiles
Just thinking of you today
made me so alive
if you miss me this way
please come back to my life…
Poetry Reading: After The Highway, by Cleveland W. Gibson
Performed by Carina Cojeen
Get to know the poet:
1) What is the theme of your poem?
ANSWER: The power of love in a dramatic setting.
2) What motivated you to write this poem?
ANSWER: I always wanted to know what might have happened next in the original poem. In the end I decided to write my poem in a ghostly, yet intriguing way with a new point of view.
3) How long have you been writing poetry?
ANSWER: About 14 years but from a very slow start.
4) If you could have dinner with one person (dead or alive), who would
that be?
ANSWER: The late Dr Douglas Baker because he impressed me with his attitude to living and all the medical work he did..
5) What influenced you to submit to have your poetry performed by a
professional actor?
ANSWER: The invitation to submit and then when I saw the chance of having my poem read by an actor I was thrilled enough to grasp the opportunity.
6) Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?
ANSWER: Yes.I’ve always considered myself a writer of short stories, flash fiction ,essays and articles. I do have a MG novel(WIP)called ‘Skull Drum’ and a short audio book.
7) What is your passion in life?
ANSWER: I want to publish my novel and a long ballad as a tribute to the many interesting people I’ve met and who have helped me.In particular my late son Michael who was my rock and such a generous person in all he did.
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