– The theme of the poem is about life. It talks about what we perceive and what the eternal truth could be. It is about how wide and wild can our imagination go.
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Get to know poet Abhishek Jha:
1) What is the theme of your poem?
– The theme of the poem is about life. It talks about what we perceive and what the eternal truth could be. It is about how wide and wild can our imagination go.
2) How would you like people to respond when they read or watch your poetry reading?
– They could either respond in writing or post videos with their comments.
3) How long have you been writing poetry?
– Have started writing about a year back.
4) Do you have a favorite poet?
– “Ode to the West Wind” by P.B Shelley
5) What influenced you to submit to WILDsound and have your poetry performed by a professional actor?
– A friend told me to submit since it is a good platform to showcase your piece to the world.
6) Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?
– I write short stories as well.
7) What is your passion in life?
– Passion in life is to start start my own company and do good for the world.
A young girl walks bare feet,
Amongst the gunpowder and debris,
She looks at the bloody bodies, now covered,
She mourns deeply for her beloved.
Genre: Rhyme, Romance, Love
RAGING BATTLES
by Saloni Verma
A young girl walks bare feet,
Amongst the gunpowder and debris,
She looks at the bloody bodies, now covered,
She mourns deeply for her beloved.
The world was such an empty place before,
Then came her prince-on-the-white-horse to the fore,
They shared a bond that could last forevermore
The world wasn’t so empty anymore.
He was a soldier of the state,
Serving the country was his fate,
He loved his girl and his nation,
He was his country’s true citizen.
They walked the lush gardens hand-in-hand,
They scoured for shells in the golden sand,
They ran gleefully in the rain,
They were not aware of the upcoming pain.
One day, he got called for his duty,
He was called to serve at the front;
They were taught to show no pity,
The enemy had to face the brunt.
The girl was left alone to ponder,
The state of her lover she often wondered;
She passed her days lying in wait,
She couldn’t leave everything in the hands of fate.
She heard the radio day and night,
Heard the horrific results of the fight;
They often recounted the names of the dead,
With worry did her forehead always sweat.
He called one day, “How are you, my love?”
“Lying in your wait”, she only sobbed.
He told her of his friends’ death,
She only said that she was sitting with awaited breath.
He recounted the booms of the guns, the missiles, the bodies,
He told her how they had to live as a quarry;
He said he was proud to fight,
He said he was content he was right.
Though the barrels made him shiver,
He had always the strength-filled quiver.
She longed to see him day & night,
She heard from them one twilight,
He had been martyred by the enemy’s cannon,
“He was our bravest soldier”, said the Captain.
Her heart burst with paramount grief,
Battles raged in her heart as on the streets;
“How ironical”, she thought grimly of her loss,
That it should come at a time after their country had won.
She walked then between the gunpowder and debris,
She now only felt the thorns of the roses, on her feet;
Come and see the blood in the streets, her heart cried
Come and see the blood in the streets!
Come and see the
blood in the streets!!
I disappeared.
An exit in the other world
Walking for the tribute
Just another walk in the pain
This World is for you?
Genre: Rhyme, Love
JUST ANOTHER WALK
by Milena O. Laska
I disappeared.
An exit in the other world
Walking for the tribute
Just another walk in the pain
This World is for you?
Just another walk
On the other side
Give me your shoulder
And just another life
I need you
I want to be with you
Looking for the tribute.
I dry my tears
Armed by my fears
With their shields and spears
Killing me by loving you,
Tender Angel.
Come soon, again,
I need to be armed again,
You dont come in vain,
I need you, guarded by you,
Angel.
Mild and tender
Through this worlds thunder and rain.
Just another walk for the tribute.
Armed my fears and tears
I dream and dream and only you Angel must know
What I mean, calling you from the other side of love.
His interest are no longer my interest.
Now this love that went on for so long has now become distant,
or should I say it’s the distance thats making my heart wonder .
They say shit like this makes the heart grow fonder. When he is around, all we do is bicker.
Genre: Relationship, Love
Forgiveness
by Sherille Williams
His interest are no longer my interest.
Now this love that went on for so long has now become distant,
or should I say it’s the distance thats making my heart wonder .
They say shit like this makes the heart grow fonder. When he is around, all we do is bicker.
His outlook on life is not the same when he first met me.
He cheated, which means all his morals and respect for me depleted my standards of what a real man wouldn’t do.
This made my heart bleed, because I thought I was his flower and seed, a seed that grew o’ so happily. Since then it’s been all backwards bends on my end.
All my deepest feelings are now complaints, and all his dreams is what he sees to succeed.
I mean, time and time again
I daydream of him being my husband.
My love for him runs so deep even
my G-spot senses him before he turns the corner.
Then, reality snaps me back and I recognize it’s just hopeful love that I’m fucking stuck in.
Holding on days he will change and maybe I can do the same.
Now, it’s not at all his fault because at times my emotions take me over the edge. I become weak and a bit needy instead. Give him head so he can forget the argument we just had.
Then I’m still fucking empty.
He never held me when I cried,
I just wanted a bit more attention and for him to stop thinking money will be by his side when he’s dead.
NO!
It’s not the bills, it’s his wife that will be there because once he dies I will too.
See my mind is misleading into thinking
everyone should love like me.
Now, statistically that extremely rare to find.
You know; the kind of spouse that sees things before it happens and that women’s intuition that never steers a man wrong.
A good women will make you shiver even after you bust a nut, making him wanting to kiss me on the forehead asking if I can hold him instead.
I hope one day this love theory of mine will come alive.
Yet its my fault, because I’m telling the story to all my family and friends of how much he’s hurt me, but I’m still with him in the end.
I love him and if forgiving includes spitting some poetry to mend
my heart then I guess this is where the true forgiveness starts.
Deep in my heart
Is where u exist
Stood thru time passed the test
Since that first date
Soulmate
Genre: Love, Relationship, Romance
Soulmate
by Frank Carl John Wellenstein
Deep in my heart
Is where u exist
Stood thru time passed the test
Since that first date
Soulmate
True love, true trust
A perfectness
Our souls together as one
Till kingdom come
A feeling of forever
Always with u my love
My destiny, My fate
Soulmate
We grow together everyday, every way
My best friend, till the end
All my life
Sharing smiles
Clearing tears
Our love wont wait
Soulmate
Our bodies grow old now
Our hearts still strong
A love forever long
Earth and heavens gate
Soulmate
And what, we ask ourselves to pick up the pieces because perfection is a picture not yet
attainable by protection.
We’re begged to let our hearts guards down, in some twisted attempt to let another in and board
up the damage found,
to take our hearts and bend the rules,
to look over pain, to not become bitter fools.
They’ll always ask “is everything okay”,
and you’ll sit there lying with grimace,
Genre: Love, Relationship
Dearly Beloved
by Marquis Green
And what, we ask ourselves to pick up the pieces because perfection is a picture not yet
attainable by protection.
We’re begged to let our hearts guards down, in some twisted attempt to let another in and board
up the damage found,
to take our hearts and bend the rules,
to look over pain, to not become bitter fools.
They’ll always ask “is everything okay”,
and you’ll sit there lying with grimace,
as you flimsily make your way out of each encounter forgetting each time to put yourself
together again, and your mind claws at its walls,
are we making the same mistakes again,
could we have found love again, and I’ll make my heart stand aside,
and ask if you could abide by my crazy demands,
because for some silly reason, my hearts demand is happiness.
We forgot what it was like to not know perfection but find it in each other,
and we started to learn how to live with regret,
and the burdens became heavier to hold,
still they became easier when we were together.
I met you on the side of a back alley in Calcutta,
and you met me for the first time as the dealer kept an ace under his sleeve to give Chris his
advantage. Don’t we all want that sunrise story,
that perfect encounter?
And yet everyone still looks down on my dearly beloved,
forced to hide feeling for ambition, as a hold of depression takes over and becomes her position,
her condition is worsened by the hate she keeps inside for herself.
I knew it,
I saw the signs.
I felt it, I wore the scars.
And I see everything and everyone pass you by, and all I know is that you’re running out of time.
Sympathy takes my emotion,
and my soul becomes a commotion,
gathering steam in an attempt to drown your sorrow,
and murder becomes the answer, and the mirror reveals all my horror.
Pain is gone. And we, as now one, can rejoice in the celebration that you are never alone.
And yet, you’re ready to let that go and I’m ready to let you go.
Was it a mistake, each moment that drives our abuse, each dose that douses our hopes, however
loose our bonds to dreams are, and happiness is never far.
And what will tomorrow bring?
Every new sound to hammer hope into a broken commitment will leave me without grounding,
and I’ll be left for dead at a destroyed altar,
and I’ve heard it all, found alone,
and all the walls marked with the words
to know life goes on, and that we will have the strength to move on.
And what did you find in me?
Some distorted truth, pinpointed poison
lies that helped you realize nothing’s perfect,
and the only time everything was normal was in this young love’s youth.
I feel it too.
I write this to you, my dearly beloved.
For the house we made has burned to the ground, but these bricks still stand.
Each picture depicts a crime scene, for we are all thieves now,
for stealing these moments from ones that we truly need.
For each person that took a part of you, I am sorry.
For each person who maimed your soul, I still worry.
For each ring that becomes a mirror into you, I am sorry.
Dearly beloved.
Today is 20 years ago.
17 we met.
3 we loved.
A lifetime, we knew.
Today,
we
grieve.
all bones that once were strong become soft and weak and brittle,
everything that’s built, the foundations you have set,
Genre: Love, Nature, Rhyme
Love
by Aaron Carey
If a flower grows,
it’s petals soon will whittle,
all bones that once were strong become soft and weak and brittle,
everything that’s built, the foundations you have set,
all castle’s crumble to the dust all memorys forget,
you cannot rebuild a castle out of dust and air and sky,
but man and man in love,
he certainly will try…
Take back all that was weak and cast it to the wind,
as old things crash and crumble new things soon will begin….
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