Category: 2016 poetry

DAS NICHTS, Poetry by Juan Antonio Garcia

The nothingness or her illuminated face,
Heaven under a hell of mud
The place towards we move
The place where our glance turns white.

Genre: Relationship, Love

DAS NICHTS
by Juan Antonio Garcia

The nothingness or her illuminated face,
Heaven under a hell of mud
The place towards we move
The place where our glance turns white.

We are mirrors of nothing, humans
When we discern our path of silt,
We expect to see a space and a time
But we are nothing and thus we dream

Nothing is space and nothing is time
Nothing our interior neither our exterior
Beings that don´t long for anything,
They only live for laughter or for nothing.

 

 

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SHACKLES OF LIFE, Poetry by Lois Terrans Bradbury

The shackles of life can tear the flesh.

Cut deep.

Silence the heart and suffocate the soul,

crush the spirit and drown all hope,

bury the love and hobble expectation,

chill the laughter and boil the hate,

twist the mind and steal imagination.

Genre: Rhyme, Life, Society

SHACKLES OF LIFE

 by Lois Terrans Bradbury

 

The shackles of life can tear the flesh.

Cut deep.

Silence the heart and suffocate the soul,

crush the spirit and drown all hope,

bury the love and hobble expectation,

chill the laughter and boil the hate,

twist the mind and steal imagination.

 

The wound goes so deep,

the scars never heal.

Memories shadowed in darkness,

fighting to be seen,

dreams shattered,

never to be born.

Cries of desperation choked,

never to be heard.

And the blood of the innocent spilled,

never to be loved.

 

The turbulence echoes like a maddening menace,

consuming any flame that dares to dance,

chasing any joy that wished to flee,

imprisoning thoughts that struggle to be free.

 

The undercurrent too strong,

the sands of life vanish,

songs of love are erased.

Passion is tormented,

tenderness is broken.

 

Music’s magic touch gone forever.

Eternity to be wrapped in blankets of pain.

Forever sorrow to reign.

 

 

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red wrists, Poetry by Sanchana Krishnan

we’re the cool girls of this generation,
the ones with the words ‘i .cannot. give. a. shit’
slashed across us in bold red,
the little lies we tell ourselves to go to bed,
instead of spending midnight hours strung on the edge
unable to seek behind or storm ahead.

Genres: Realism, Modern Day, Spoken Word, Self Harm, Depression, Strength, Recovery, Generation Y.

red wrists by Sanchana Krishnan

we’re the cool girls of this generation,
the ones with the words ‘i .cannot. give. a. shit’
slashed across us in bold red,
the little lies we tell ourselves to go to bed,
instead of spending midnight hours strung on the edge
unable to seek behind or storm ahead.
the ones who fell asleep
to the sound of constant yelling, artillery shelling; bitter bullets exploding
into ugly bruises splattered across still skinny limbs,
shifting stories of anger and frustration, guilt and regret
expressed across inches of innocent skin;
the ones whose clothes were just a little bit frayed on the edges
the wear and tear of secret battles
fought behind sunset alleys, behind midnight tea stalls
or on bright Sunday afternoons
at the bus stand,
desperately fighting hungry eyes and hungrier hands.
we’re the cool girls of this generation –
the ones with the
red tips red lips 
red ribs red wrists.
we’re the cool girls of this generation –
the ones that house boys in our hearts and
smoke in our lungs,
the ones who spend way too much time inside their own head,
asking a hundred questions before every step in this game of wizarding chess that
never seems to slow down –
we’re the ones that can be found
wandering insomniac across sulphur-sodden streets,
wisps of distant wishes
settling into the foggy vestiges
of a high mind longing to soar higher.
we’re the cool girls of this generation
the one that are still allowed just the right rationing of
action emotion expression complication communication
while wearing a constant resting not-so-bitch face
head sorting information in a frenzied daze,
heart swinging between your fingers and a suitcase –
the ones with one foot in the present and
other parts traversing through parallel dimensions,
searching for a back up plan if your hearts refuse to allow us home;
the ones whose mouths became graveyards
for all the words that went unsaid,
for all the words to which we came undone,
for all times your eyes asked us questions that we shunned
we’re the cool girls of this generation –
the ones that belong to roads unknown and bodies untouched,
the ones that find stories in shipwrecked planks
that ride stormy oceans only to find homes
or perhaps even build them –
amidst the crumbling sand castles on the sea shore.
because we’re the cool girls of this generation –
the ones with the
red tips red lips 
red ribs red wrists.

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Assumptions, Poetry by Denise P. Isaac

Life in this world has become

So foreign with its people and style

Everything real taken as fake and

Because the majority will do it

Somehow you believe I will too

Taking no time to

Genre: Life, People, Relationship

Assumptions by Denise P. Isaac

Life in this world has become

So foreign with its people and style

Everything real taken as fake and

Because the majority will do it

Somehow you believe I will too

Taking no time to

study me

learn me

know me

You who are of

Presumptions

Assumptions

Presumptuous

Caught up in the cycle

Of hunting

Of fronting

Of wanting

Something

Someone

That you know nothing about

But yet longs for it

Because it appears to you

To be attainable

To be obtainable

To be Available

However, it’s degradable

To even have such a

Mindset that involves me.

 

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Read the best of 2016 Poetry from around the world

FREE POETRY CONTEST – All entries get their POEM shown on this website. AND, you can submit your Poem to be made into a video (guaranteed 1000s of view): https://festivalforpoetry.com/

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Read the best of NEW Poetry:

VOICE OF ADDICTION, by Chantelle Cherie-Cox
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/01/16/voice-of-addiction-poetry-by-chantelle-cherie-cox/

THE A.M., by Mazi
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/01/16/the-a-m-poetry-by-mazi/

ONLY A MATTER OF TIME, by Coni Koepfinger
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/01/24/only-a-matter-of-time-poetry-by-coni-koepfinger/

HEART SHAPED BUBBLED, by Hillary Bryan
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/01/24/heart-shaped-bubbles-poetry-by-hillary-bryan/

GHOST OF MY LOVE, by Mandar Naik
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/01/25/ghost-of-my-love-poetry-mandar-naik/

MEMORY, by Tzoutzi Mantzourani
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/01/25/memory-poetry-by-tzoutzi-mantzourani/

THE PROBLEM WITH LESTER, by Damian Christopher
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/01/25/the-problem-with-lester-poetry-by-damian-christopher/

STRANGER IN LOVE, by Poetes Chantelle Cherie
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/01/26/stranger-in-love-poetry-by-poetess-chantelle-cherie/

MOON LIGHT, by Jennifer Martinez

https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/01/27/moon-light-poetry-by-jennifer-martinez/

MINNIES LAST MOAN, by Helen Spisak
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/01/27/minnies-last-moan-poetry-by-helen-spisak/

THE SECRET LIFE OF A SHADOW, by Mahitha Kasireddi
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/01/27/the-secret-life-of-a-shadow-poetry-by-mahitha-kasireddi/

 

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Moon Light, Poetry by Jennifer Martinez

I can’t read your mind but I can read your body

Let me tell you something I don’t tell you enough

What I feel can’t be described by words alone

Words are not enough to show so I will say this

Maybe you won’t understand, maybe in years you will

The light that you see in my eyes are from you

I’m in new territory but I understand what I’m feeling

Genre: Love

Moon Light
by Jennifer Martinez

 

I can’t read your mind but I can read your body

Let me tell you something I don’t tell you enough

What I feel can’t be described by words alone

Words are not enough to show so I will say this

Maybe you won’t understand, maybe in years you will

The light that you see in my eyes are from you

I’m in new territory but I understand what I’m feeling

 

But look at the sky at night, see with your heart

Feel the breeze slide on your skin smoothly

The moment of calmness and ease from the sky

Look at the moon smiling at you while you smile back

 

The light of the moon resembles the light of my eyes

Don’t forget that light when you can’t see me

 

That is all I will say now

 

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Stranger In Love…., Poetry by Poetess Chantelle Cherie

Late night on the I can’t sleep train… It just keeps going Nowhere Fast and Time Is not of essence unfortunately. The only thing I can think is Write a Write of Feeling that stows upon me this evening. And so with Her Magical Pen and this in heart she began ~

Genre: Love, Romance, Loneliness

Stranger In Love….

Late night on the I can’t sleep train…  It just keeps going Nowhere Fast and Time Is not of essence unfortunately. The only thing I can think is Write a Write of Feeling that stows upon me this evening. And so with Her Magical Pen and this in heart she began ~

Stranger things have Happened I must Say. It must lead to something greater than the unknown I pray it leads me straight to You and You to Me anticipation it has killed me before I feel it’s different this time though….. Beautiful?! One might ask: My Reply is only this to you, Beyond Beautiful He is  indeed but of this you would only know if my eyes were yours for a moment in this time to see just as I see He. Stranger things as said have happened indeed. Scared? Yes!!!! Terrified if I must add, Not of One Another But of Each Self and what we both harbor. “What If” we just gave up He on I and I on He “What if” I don’t want that to be Our Goodbye; We Just Began this journey him and I  “What if” Is not in Our Stars so why  are we Fighting A War Within  knowing The outcome of Our own self Battle Neither one of us has yet to win. I give you this very day the key to my domain my Sacred Place Very few have ever been allowed in please remember they don’t make duplicates be cautious yet gentle what your holding Is beyond repair if ever broken or filled with despair. One last thing I must write on the lines of your Soul, so if ever apart you may hear them whisper upon every beat of your heart: Not by Accident……Coincidence Agreed! Only Angels hear the tears of pain we cry the ones that fall from our eyes and flood our souls beyond our control… Perhaps we pained simultaneously that day for we may never know how our story was told only how it’s supposed to read: You ~ Me ~ Our beautiful destiny.

Copyrighted 2016

Written by: Poetess Chantelle Cherie
Keep Calm
Write On

 

 

 

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The Problem With Lester, Poetry by Damian Christopher

It was clear Lester was an old fool
Perusing that which is Delphic
In vain attempts
To seek divine forgiveness
For a sweet tooth for sin
And maladies of every nature
Only to give invitation to fear
And impercievable things
He will never know
Nor comprehend

Genre: New Goth

The Problem With Lester
by Damian Christopher

It was clear Lester was an old fool
Perusing that which is Delphic
In vain attempts
To seek divine forgiveness
For a sweet tooth for sin
And maladies of every nature
Only to give invitation to fear
And impercievable things
He will never know
Nor comprehend

The fool,
Blind to his folly
In pursuance of the impish and profane
In time, discovers their true associations
And maledictory nature
Injurious and virulent
He is soon bedeviled
To an eternity of futile pursuits
And a congregation of shame

The fool,
Mute to the whispers of the trees
Cries of the wind
And counsel of wild things
Wages wisdom for lunacy
Peculiarly, the selfish loon
For his vessel is perverse
Habitual in enduring disgrace
And he is forever weary

The fool,
His fate, kismet quelled
For there are those
That lay eyes upon us
Regardful our every deed
For the the price of redemption loss
In the hands of the damned
Is their baneful inclination

The fool,
A slave to his every whim
Devoid of prerogative
And sweet reason
Clever in his naiveté

But moored by dark, grave principalities
Like a hoary beast of burden
Fallen from grace
Even unto his last days
In misery, He shall amain in vain
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ΜEMORY, Poetry by Tzoutzi Mantzourani

Memory…
You erase everything
with a sponge
when you want…
You keep only the minimum
those small things
that were wrong done,

Genres: Rhyme, Love, Relationship

ΜEMORY
by Tzoutzi Mantzourani

Memory…
You erase everything
with a sponge
when you want…
You keep only the minimum
those small things
that were wrong done,
but so sweet,
so full of lust
so very well lived.
Ah… the memory!!!
I forgot your face
I can’t even remember
your eyes anymore.
Only, when the weather
changes,
few words, sharp as
a knife
just few words…
when we said goodbye.
I don’t even remember
what they were anymore…
Just the pain..
the pain of the moment
Only that I feel in my heart…
Only that….I remember.

Tzoutzi Mantzourani
STRAY POEMS.

 

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Ghost of my love, Poetry Mandar Naik

Last night I saw ghost of my love

It stood in the window, looking above.

It looked pale, tired and in despair,

As if it had just arrived from a crowded fair.

Genre: Rhyme, Romance, Love

Ghost of my love
by Mandar Naik

Last night I saw ghost of my love

It stood in the window, looking above.

It looked pale, tired and in despair,

As if it had just arrived from a crowded fair.

I was scared to see its darkest eyes,

Still hoping to give it one more rise.

Its deep buried smell of past,

Made me feel disturbed and aghast.

It pleaded me for a single sight,

to remember those days, tears and fight.

That endless waiting, those arms and songs to sing

Those rains, those touches, don’t you remember anything?

I said I have buried what all has gone

Those dreams withered, leaving me alone.

On the grounds of dried tears, I have sown phony smiles,

Guarding them from looming reminiscences reverting from long miles.

When you were alive, I had lived too merrily

Each day was bliss and slept dreamily.

Never knew you will leave me midway,

In the dark caves of sorrows without any ray.

I have managed to come over those mystic chants,

Which led me again & again into vicious rants.

It was a long way & it is foregone

Now I do not wish to remember & bemoan.

 

You go again into the deepest of my heart,

Never to revert again, never again to mar.

Never again scare me, never again rise.

I have given everything I had now to become empty & wise.

The Ghost looked at me proudly with a beaming smile,

Embracing my wet heart, waning in a while.

Said it, it will never ever reoccur from the depths

And sleep a long dream with eyes wept.

It disappeared from the window, I stood for a while.

Paying homage to my dead love & memories of time.

Then came down the rain to wet my mind

It washed away my past, sowing seeds of hope behind.

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