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RAGE, Poetry by S Moran

Genre: Emotions

RAGE … by S Moran (31.07.2013)

It’s barely contained
Within my chest
A feeling of rage
Threatens to overcome me
Those who accuse of judgement
Are the perpetrators themselves
Because they need the excuses to release them from their own
chains
Chains which will always inhibit them
Imprison their very soul
I’ve no need for people such as this
No desire to have them connected to me
Ulterior motives motivate their actions
And they can see no wrong in this
But the moment their true colours show
Your rage is ignited
And burns intensely
Control is up to you
You are required to be your own saviour
Contain this overwhelming desire to destroy
That which has caused such a negative emotion
Reflection is imperative to survive it
Pool the rage within
One day.
Some way.
It will seek out the deserved few
What was once yours
Will consume…

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Mr. President, Poetry by Etinosa Victor Osai

WILDsound Festival

Genre: Society, Political

Mr. President

Basically I’m just and ordinary kid pursuing education

Living everyday with no motivation due to my country’s economic situation

Dollar bills going up and everybody’s loosing hope in the Nation

Parents cannot longer pay their children’s tuition

Families cannot even afford an expensive vacation

Our standards have depreciated and turned into business as usual for these politicians

Who have severally failed to put action into their given manifestos

People now cook their stew with no tomato

People now walk from Lekki to Ikeja because there is no petrol

Sick people now take herbs because they can no longer afford Panadol

What a country! Nigeria! I haven’t lost hope

I believe one day, our grass would become gold

Bribery and corruption would become old

And citizens could be bold to say, ‘I am Nigerian’

People would no longer say, ‘I cannot’ rather they would be saying…

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Word with a Flower, Poetry by Man Mohan Singh

WILDsound Festival

Genre: Relationship

Word with a Flower

What with a full heart that thou get burst

With freshness and fragrance almost to hurt

The senses of beings who thou observe

And bless their eyes with tint of love

And with sheer goodness and a smile of Bliss

To swathe the stunned being in a kiss.

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Man Mohan Singh

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To Be Reborn, Poetry by Angela Christine Doyle

WILDsound Festival

Genre: Rhyme, Love, Relationship

To Be Reborn by Angela Christine Doyle

acdoyle77:

Your words touched a faltered soul,
A confident sentence to give me faith,
My mind grasping a heartfelt goal,
Positive reinforcements clinging to my skin.
A flutter of butterflies invade my space,
The feel of newness coming to light,
A renewed sense of life born into existence,
No longer will sorrow internally drown me.
Happiness so close I can taste the sweetness,
Darkness receding into background noise,
Loosening the knot releasing my freedom,
A weight lifted off my chest as I breathe in deep.
Fear no longer the root of my control,
A real smile to show my true self,
Goodness healing my invisible scars,
Wounds finally closing off mental infection.

(via acdoyle77)

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Best Night, Poetry by Roderick Dupree

Genre: Sex

Best Night by Roderick Dupree

It was smooth music and red wine

Two seductive companions with compatible signs

Such a young night as temptation feeds our urge

Mother nature sneaks inside while pillows hides the emerge

My stares and kisses gives me the keys to her chamber

Blood pumping and emotions arouse but none in anger

Cool temperature but it feels like a sauna

Two people in one room creating that magical aroma.

So so so deep i slide inside her heavenly gates

The sounds of the ocean water in which I help create

Boom boom boom is all the neighbors hear.

But ooo ooo ooo is coming from my dear.

Rocking to the beat and moving with the waves

A certain spot was hit that made me her “daddy.”

Different positions required the same goal

Penetrate good enough for her body to lose control

An artistic back filled with sensational infatuated love wounds

A masterpiece of love and fire created in a broken cold room

Lip biting, loud moans, shaky thighs, and crinkled toes.

A fulfilling tongue extracts her ocean flow deep into my soul

No need for choosing sides to avoid the wet spot

Drinking from the fountain of you was so refreshing to leave a drop

Repeatedly pound for pound in different rounds.

Whispers of love affected by sensational sounds.

We were on the bed, the floor, the couch, and in the kitchen

So hypnotize into each other there were no need for intermissions

No words from that night ever played as the days passed

Long drives home thinking of the best night I’ve ever had.

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Melody, Poetry by Alex Pauley

Genre: Relationship, Romance

Melody by Alex Pauley

The melody my heart plays is a ragged tune that is not easy on the ears, as it holds all the broken pieces of me with it.
The memories of past mistakes, the pain of love loss, the regret that stays with me until my eyes close at night,
this is the melody that my crying heart wishes to play, as if it’s a call for help.
It wishes to be touched and to be restrung once again, as if it had never been broken at all;
It seeks to be heard and in turn be told great things, it craves tenderness and devotion that it has never known,
my heart plays a sad song, a song of regret, a song of sorrow, a song of depression, a song of joy, a song of sweet memories.
it cannot help, but to play what it feels, all it can do is express those feelings that are pent up within,
the melody may be off and hard to listen to, but it is one that is ever playing, whether ignored or unheard.
It shall continue playing that sharp off-key tune, until it receives the care it needs.

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Love,… not the Rules, Poetry by Charles p.Banks

Love,… not the Rules by Charles p.Banks

I kiss with two hands

coz I’m a Hungry man

Hunger for those liPps

manners polite fools do..

a feast famished delicate rules…it’s

You i treasure .. never enough

liPps juices glisten flavorful licks

don’t measure… just the more

of it …behold i consume U

I kiss with two hands

stands the appetite

crazed the more…fuller

pull yoU in… closer…

mo fuller…tongue moves

smooves skins delights in

shallowin’ the soul sin.. bit

bites…creativin whole..

pleasures…in spaces…

beginin anew

“De novo “

I kiss with my 2 Hands

a bite of a primitive

rules be damned…

I see my prey…we

no wat’s in the way..

feast… nor famine

beasts released prey eacH

how/why/ I should we/ no

lest we forget ~nor never forgotten

we kiss with two hands

6/5/16 seaBe

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A Slow Train to Gwalior, Poetry Video by Amitabh Mitra

Genre: Love

A Slow Train to Gwalior

Amitabh Mitra is a poet, visual artist and a medical practitioner at East London, South Africa. He heads the Department of Emergency Medicine at Cecilia Makiwane Hospital, Mdantsane, Eastern Cape. Widely published, Amitabh’s love poetry revolves around the city of Gwalior, India to which he originally belongs.

Amitabh Mitra
http://www.amitabhmitra.com

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Poetry Movie: Love – A Mystical Paradox by Somali K Chakrabarti

Watch the 2016 LOVE Poetry Contest Winner. Turned into a movie.

Love – A Mystical Paradox by Somali K Chakrabarti

Narrated by Becky Shrimpton

Produced by Matthew Toffolo

Editing & Visual Design by Yujin Song

Plastic Succulent, Poetry by Chase Morris

Genre: Society

Plastic Succulent by Chase Morris

A new era. Hope for us: fading.
Granted, we had the potential for our essential happiness.

Chasing of the natives this furtive soil became our burden because of our selfishness.

This dark matter born from whores that were then conceived from mold of the Apple.

Over time like that of a rocking chair. The few of us lose our strong purpose from being used.

A fragile lotus standing in the midsts of poison. Peer pressured for evil.

The rest of us lotuses who see consistent hatred, camoflauge under abandoned pavements that have no name.

Where we grow beautifully as we should…

Yet never found or appreciated until we are eradicated.

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