Author: poetryfest

Genre: Life, Dream

What if life was an illusion?
by Abhishek Jha

What if life was an illusion,
And everything that we saw was just a mirage,
The tree, the mountain, the rivers,
Never actually existed,
Which we thought were the very pillars of our mother earth.

What if it was all just a giant dream,
A dream too good to be true,
But only if it was broken,
Would we come to know what actually is true,
But are we real or we are all an illusion as well,
Well, in that case its a question on our existence,
But we don’t care, do we,
Because we are all lost in the worldly things.

And then I ponder on the fact,
That the mankind being materialistic is infact a good thing,
Even though it might be considered a bad virtue,
Coz had it been, people thinking about real stuff,

Genre: Love, Passion, Life, Dreams, Illness, Moments, Time, Age, Sadness, Suffering, Happiness, Hope, Family, Loss, Trapped, Yearning, Freedom.

Locked In
by Samantha K Collinson

Exploding lights, raindrops

Hitting electric fields.

I run out, dancing;

Entwined, holding his hand.

The sky, extravagant,

Fireworks waving, rainbow

Colours rippling.

I look at him, filled with

Emotion. Heart throbbing,

Body quaking.

I feel the rhythm,

Absorbing. We run into

Elysium.

Twisting and turning,

The music rising,

Vibrations quickening.

The night stands still,

No time limit, no loss,

Just us.

I make a wish to the floating

Flowers, rising to the beat.

I close my eyes – we kiss,

I wake.

Walls pale and thin,

White explodes inwards

Towards the hospital bed.

I lay, no movement,

He holds my hand.

Time takes over – once more,

Tick after tick.

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Genre: dark, friendship, funeral

Eulogy For A Bat
by Kathy Figueroa

A wisp of dusk, personified
Or should I say, ‘animalified’
It grieves me, Bat
That you have died

A blight wracked your tiny body
Slight and brown
Stopped your flight
And struck you down

I wondered why
Not long ago
When the ground
Was cloaked with snow
As I looked outside
Late at night
I saw you swoop by
The electric light

“What could it possibly
Find to eat, now?”
Was on my mind
How could a bug
It hope to find
When all was frozen
White and still?
I know now, Bat
That you were ill

In the shelter where
You were housed
To winter’s chill
You were roused

Then, in search of food
You left the safety
Of your home
Because of a plague called
‘White Nose Syndrome’

This pestilential disease
Caused you to awaken
…Then starve…

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