poetryfest

All poems will be posted on this network. Over 95,000 unique visitors a day. The winning poem will have their poetry made into a movie. SPECIAL NOTE: Every single entry will get their poetry performed by a professional actor and made into a video.

The RULES are simple:

1. Write a POEM that RHYMES. Send it to this contest for $25 and it will be POSTED on this site guaranteed for 100,000s to see. Plus, every entry will get their poetry performed at the festival and made into a video. (you own all rights to this poem and whenever you want it taken down, send us an email).

2. Email your POEM to submission@festivalforpoetry.com in .pdf, .doc, .wpd, .rtf, or .fdr format or just cut and paste it into the body of the email.

3. SUBMIT as many poems as you like. One fee per poem entry.

4. The poem can be any subject as long as it RHYMES. Any topic from optimism, tragedy, to politics.

5. PAY THE $25 SUBMISSION FEE. Guaranteed post on this network. Results to be emailed by May 10th.

Watch Recent Poems made into a MOVIE:

Adieu my sweet…, Poetry by Dr. Pan Gabrielides

Genre: Romance

Adieu my sweet…

From: Moonless Nights…

A collection of romantic poems/songs…

Author’s note: The following anthology of poems/songs and essays center around the romantic fire/attraction between men and women. The male protagonist’s name is always going to be ‘Jason’ and the female’s ‘Julia’.

Love and light my friends!

Dr Pan Gabriel

The last few weeks Jason’s soul has been crossing the plain of desolation,

The type of place where you’re dead but alive,

The type of place where you’re human but you’re not,

The type of place where wraiths go that are beyond the grip of alcohol…

Jason began to wonder whether it’s worth going on,

And then, he remembered,

He remembers her name,

Julia…,

A little life colors Jason’s face,

Something very faint stirs in him,

He remembers being in her sweet arms,

Interest flickers in his glazed eyes…,

Memories, bittersweet memories,

Lying in each other’s arms,

Jason, the fool, her, the wise one,

Jason, fishing in troubled waters, too blind to see or care?

Her, hurting so much, clinging to what meager love she could find…,

What were those nights like?

Happy hours together,

Wooing, wanting, kissing, touching,

Talking, laughing, playing…

Jason spent time with her Mom, he spent time with her Dad, who were his own age,

Jason enjoyed her immensely,

Yet, yet beneath the surface,

Jason was nursing the huge hole in his soul,

Julia sensed the other woman between them,

Jason sensed the other man between them…

So, here they were, two kindred spirits,

Deeply in love with two other people,

Seeking solace in each other’s harbors’,

Like ghost ships, lost in some watery wilderness,

Like birds who have forgotten how to fly…

Yes, what were those nights like?

Can Jason lift the veil sufficiently to see?

He tries, he gives up, he gives up on the night, instead he writes her,

Julia responds, asks how he is,

She’s still hurting, her wound still there,

Jason senses her pain, it goes thru him like a javelin,

The healer in him responds,

He gives her what he can,

He sends her love and light and laughter…,

And crawls back to his memories…,

Pressing replay over and over again…

Fast-forward a couple of years,

They meet again, they’re still two emotional shreds,

Yes, like a drug addict, Jason is immensely enjoying his fix of her,

Julia’s emotionally wounded body, tight against his,

Her head buried in his bosom,

Her breath gentle on his chest,

Her smell calming to his nostrils,

Jason: “Oh, my love, oh, my sweet darling friend,

How differently I would do things now,

How different my words would be, how different my feelings,

How different my touch, how different my kisses,

How free I would be, how happy I would be…,

But, alas, it was just not meant to be…”

Adieu my sweet…

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Deadline: FREE POETRY Festival – Get your poem made into a MOVIE and seen by 1000s. Three options to submit:
http://www.wildsound.ca/poetrycontest.html

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I did it all for you, Poetry by James Stordy

Genre: Romance, Relationship

I wrote a song for you, High above the clouds
that only angels can sing.
and you can hear.

Let us wander in my dreams, and join you in yours.
Beyond the mundane of life, where we live for each other
and that is all.

I wrote these lines for you , high above the clouds.
that only you can read and I recite .

I speak these lines for you, high above the clouds
that i whisper and you feel

I did this all for you, high above the clouds
so we can do it all together
from now until the end of time.

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Deadline: FREE POETRY Festival – Get your poem made into a MOVIE and seen by 1000s. Three options to submit:
http://www.wildsound.ca/poetrycontest.html

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Disease S.U. , Poetry by Darrell Herbert

Genre: Life, Society

When I was thirteen I was diagnosed with a stomach ulcer disease
It would make me lose a substantial amount of weight
And bleed
And bleed
And bleed

From my mouth
I vomited on my doubts

I lost my ability to feel anger, sadness, or nervous
If I did, the pain would attack
It would start from my chest, it would sometimes travel all the way to my back
It felt like a heart attack
An attack I was unable to counteract

I lost my ability to make friends
They would see me twitch my body over, and over, and over again
The pain caused them to leave
No cure for such a deadly disease
Yet, my heart and my weight loss never turned a new leaf

Hate feeling like someone is stabbing me from the inside out
Pissing me off, piss in your mouth
While you give blow jobs to call girls on the couch
Cash me outside, how bout that?
You put me on blast
Committing suicide with thumbtacks
Graduated at my funeral, no caps
I, I am frail
Color-blind, yet, so pail
And your cleavage is like the Holy Grail
Lord knows you fucking failed
Oh, is it lit?
All you want to do is be a boss ass bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
But, your vagina stretches out like pogo sticks
Initials, A.K., reload the clip
Let it rip while he cums across your clit
Acid, having sex using no plastic in Phryne’s casket
Love, I need some
If two wrongs don’t make a right, what’s a threesome?

Stall a bitch before she calls it quits
Stall a bitch before she calls it quits
Stall a bitch before she calls it quits
And if she calls it quits, call the bitch
The number you have dialed is a bleeding wrist
Netflix or blockbusters
Cockblocker or cocksuckers
So what?
One nut
I’m an Einstein to these dumb-fucks
That’s nonsense
Two cents in deposits
Top bitch, topless
But, my insecurities sky rocketed like rockets
The impossible just became possible
But, her pussy is like pop tarts, popping off popsicles

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Deadline: FREE POETRY Festival – Get your poem made into a MOVIE and seen by 1000s. Three options to submit:
http://www.wildsound.ca/poetrycontest.html

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I AM FROM THE 20 CENTURY, Poetry by Miriam Beza

Genre: Society

I am from the wars and destruction
I am from learning and creation
I am from reading and writing,
research and application
I am from neon white light,
from telephone, television and cinema delight
I am from the thick brush of Impressionists
the dreamy fine brush of Expressionists
I am from Cubists and Post War realists
The conceptual art and contraceptive pill
from rock & roll and punk in the mix
From tower blocks that look like a prison
from airy glass towers and steel
that pierce the sky, lit by neon
I am from laser, the beam that cures or kills
I am from uranium that kills or cures
I am from gluttonous self indulgence
I am from famine and war
I am from all of those and more

Miriam Beza

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Deadline: FREE POETRY Festival – Get your poem made into a MOVIE and seen by 1000s. Three options to submit:
http://www.wildsound.ca/poetrycontest.html

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