Category: new poetry

FOREVER NOT YOURS, Love Poetry by Gloria D. Gonsalves

The mighty pulse dwelled majestically, ready to tango with

every last longing until inhales of flesh befitted desires.

So a creed of passion was written, thou shall devour every moan

until the combe overflows with nectar

Part of the 2016 LOVE Poetry Festival.

 

FOREVER NOT YOURS
by Gloria D. Gonsalves

 

You came and left fast like a thin Santa in a fat chimney

with promised gifts of goodness.

 

I remember your worshiping of my body like sacred petals of

a flower and heralding me your godly foreplay.

 

Your unsaid words showered me with deeds of heavenly award

that made Venus gasp with envy.

 

The kisses that you whispered to me were angelic hymns
of redemption, blooming what had long gone withered.

 

Caressing dormancy to awakenings of red purity and

passionate avalanches. Nothing of me was spared from melting.

 

I was flown into the heart of your eyes mirroring startling thirst

to be taken with the wings of adoration and submission.

 

Exhausted with imperfect melodies, you fine-tuned my hesitations

with forbidden baton of arousal.

 

Unleashing the timid façade, I dared to excel in the challenge

of unrestrained picnic with you.

 

The mighty pulse dwelled majestically, ready to tango with

every last longing until inhales of flesh befitted desires.

 

So a creed of passion was written, thou shall devour every moan

until the combe overflows with nectar.

 

Amidst my party of juicy emotions you were done and gone.

Alas, I was forever not yours!

 

©Gloria D. Gonsalves, 2015.

First published by SIBYL Magazine: For the Spirit and Soul of Woman, February 2015 issue.

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Everything is Love, Love Poetry by Debra Tammer

Everything is love
Even fear is love
Even hate.

Part of the 2016 LOVE Poetry Festival.

Everything Is Love

by Debra Tammer

Everything is love
Even fear is love
Even hate.

Hate is love
A love lost a long time before you were born
And now handed to you as an ancient scorn.

Anger is love
Pull back the curtain of your rage
And it’s there-it’s love hiding in a cage.

Sadness is love
Tears rolling down your sorry face
Longing to turn back life’s rapid race

Fear is love
Awed at the expanding boundless beauty
Belittled to a sense of dwarfish duty

Love is love
Souls spinning until we find a connection
The ultimate search for divine reflection.

 

 

 

 

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Love – A Mystical Paradox, Love Poetry by Somali K Chakrabarti

A fuzzy feeling had tiptoed in

To silently grasp me in its grip

I found myself waiting to catch a glimpse

Cherishing hours of endless larks and talks

Holding hands in the alley on walks,

Relishing the whiff of a life giving zephyr,

Love!!

Part of the 2016 LOVE Poetry Festival.

Love – A Mystical Paradox

A fuzzy feeling had tiptoed in

To silently grasp me in its grip

I found myself waiting to catch a glimpse

Cherishing hours of endless larks and talks

Holding hands in the alley on walks,

Relishing the whiff of a life giving zephyr,

Love!!

 

Your intense gaze fixed on my face,

I lost myself in your entrancing embrace,

With an impulsive zeal our lips had met

In a gush of yearning, I was swept

Like a paper boat in the sea, I kept

Swirling on a colossal tide of desire,

Love!!

 

Riddles arose, riddles were solved,

Two souls merged, egos dissolved,

Playing the sweetest harmony of its kind,

In a communion of body and mind.

I discovered myself vibrant, alive,

Drinking the magical elixir,

Love!!

 

Love, the panacea for odds of life

Yet, was the reason for many a strife

Was it possession, an obsessive addiction?

A dependency swiveling around gratification;

From unconditional, it turned provisional

The cause of trepidation,

Love!!

 

Followed the inevitable separation, and its agony

Haunting like an unfinished symphony

In the depths of despair, it dawned on me-

Whether we meet again or not

A part of you will always be with me,

Despite the seal of destiny –

A mystical, paradox,

Love!!

 

© Somali K Chakrabarti

 

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What My Parent’s Gave Me, Poetry by Ada Castle

My mother was born a cherry blossom.
full of little budding flowers with the scent of heaven swirling around her space.
The same way a tea light flickers in a power starved bedroom.
Her glow enchanting, inviting, promising warmth but watch out or she will burn you,
striking you with her heat so quickly you will not be able to get away before she consumes you body and soul.

Genre: Family, Love, Relationship

What My Parent’s Gave Me 
by Ada Castle 

My mother was born a cherry blossom.
full of little budding flowers with the scent of heaven swirling around her space.
The same way a tea light flickers in a power starved bedroom.
Her glow enchanting, inviting, promising warmth but watch out or she will burn you,
striking you with her heat so quickly you will not be able to get away before she consumes you body and soul.

My mother charmed the branches of many plants not just trees,
her magic crossed borders,
she loved and loves freely,
not in a closet or a box with a lid.
she taught me to love the same way.

No tree caught my mother’s eye more than my father’s rough bark and smooth cracks upon the strength of his oakness.
The glow of her seduction made his thick sprigs sway towards her and he drank her heavenly scent in,
the same way you may enjoy a drink of wine,
a fruity intoxication of natural liquid made by the hands of those created to press out golden juices of something already,
miraculous, grandiose, tart but slightly addictive the more you brush your lips against it.

When you see me in my large frame that my father passed on to me,
know that underneath my mother’s little budding flowers are planted inside the place most people are hollow.
I enjoy the surprise in your eyes when you thought you had destroyed me by peeling away my tough layers,
while I just swirled the scent of heaven all around you.

 

 

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Man of the Marshes, Poetry by Kim M. Russell

Squelching through the muddy marshes,

Entanglements of grass and reeds,

He swipes at bolshy bulrushes,

Crumbles the heads into white seeds.

Genre: Rhyme, Ballad, Society

 

Man of the Marshes by Kim M. Russell

 

Squelching through the muddy marshes,

Entanglements of grass and reeds,

He swipes at bolshy bulrushes,

Crumbles the heads into white seeds.

 

Entanglements of grass and reeds

Bending, breaking as he strides by,

Crumbles the heads into white seeds,

Tossing them upwards to the sky.

 

Bending, breaking as he strides by,

Pondering the riddle of his pain,

Tossing them upwards to the sky,

The seeds tumble to earth again.

 

Pondering the riddle of his pain,

Feet planted in muddy marshes,

Soaked to the skin in pouring rain,

His heart is full of bulrushes.

 

Feet planted in muddy marshes,

Entangled in the grass and reeds,

His heart is full of bulrushes,

His head crumbling into white seeds.

 

© Kim M. Russell, 2016

 

 

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I Am Me, Poetry by Upender Reddy.

I’m a sky
Full of stars

I’m a body
Full of hidden scars

I’m a see-saw
Your happiness I draw

Genre: Personality

I Am Me by Upender Reddy. 
I’m a sky
Full of stars
I’m a body
Full of hidden scars
I’m a see-saw
Your happiness I draw
I’m a drink
Makes you think
I’m an absorber
Absorbing your emotions
I’m a illusion
Making you cross the ocean
I’m a mirage
U don’t see
I’m magic
You know me
I’m me

 

 

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GOD’S Pursuit, Poetry by BW 4 Christ

My prayers need answers

Answers that I seek

For a strong soul that is often meek

That pursuit doesn’t always take me to YOUR book

Genre: Rhyme, Spiritual

GOD’S Pursuit by BW 4 Christ

 

My prayers need answers

Answers that I seek

For a strong soul that is often meek

That pursuit doesn’t always take me to YOUR book

For I never know where to look

Sometimes it’s in the course of a day

That the answers come across my way

Other times it’s in YOUR pursuit of me

That you use the things I see

For YOU created me visually

It’s in the trees so strong and tall

It’s written on walls

Maybe a program on TV

Music that strikes the very heart of me

YOUR pursuit, YOUR woo, YOUR courtship, OUR relationship

All depends on the answers that I seek

For that soul that’s strong but often meek

That sometimes needs a wake up call

The cause for that fall

Just so I have no choice but to look up before the ground swallows me whole

And I lose that strong soul

That YOU created from the beginning

Set in a fallen world of free will

That keeps on sinning

Answers that it continuously seeks

A soul forced to be made weak

YOUR pursuit to capture just so YOU can make it free

Looks into the very heart of me

Patiently silently knocks at the door

With hope once more

Expecting just once chance

To break down the walls with no romance

Strongholds that were built in more than one night

Gave the devil his delight

Holding on to the lock and key

Swallowed up everything

No peace, self-control, hope or joy

Permanently scarred grown humans that used to be girls and boys

But that pursuit that YOU do

If we allow ourselves to be captured

We’ll be stuck to YOU

Living life more abundantly

Made whole and free

Strongholds washed away

Peace, joy, hope and all the other good fruit here to stay

No matter if it rains wet

But YOU dry with just YOUR breathe

Cause YOUR pursuit means we have met

That pursuit means the thrill is never gone

Away goes those sad songs

Cause YOU have reached and mended the very heart of me

YOUR pursuit, woo, courtship, relationship says

 

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WHIMSICAL PIMP, Poetry by Maria Lopez

When i see him in the morning
Reminds me of an old song,
Sinatra and gipsy kings
And motown
And rock n’ roll.

Genre: Life

WHIMSICAL PIMP by Maria Lopez

When i see him in the morning

Reminds me of an old song,
Sinatra and gipsy kings
And motown
And rock n’ roll.

Strange mixture of a man
I could call him retro freak,
With his broad wing hat
And red shoes,
Off he goes with his rythm stick.

You should see him
Through my eyes…

My neighbourhood is soo boring,
So bloody traditional,
so mass sunday mornings,
So gossip and hypocritical,
So old ladies with their trolleys
And their god blessed doggies.

That im so grateful for his colours,
His raven black hair,
At 70 something
His tight jeans, his big head.

Every morning
As I pass by,
He will sing me a tune
Mixture of flamenco and jazz.
… and he doesnt know it
But he paints me a smile.
For when i am old
As old as this woman will be,
I want to be outrageous

Just like the whimsical pimp.

 

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THE PEAR, by Patrick D. Peay
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/11/the-pear-poetry-by-patrick-d-peay/

TECH SUPPORT, by Daniel Torres Rangel
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/11/tech-support-poetry-by-daniel-torres-rangel/

HOW LONG IS FOREVER, by Eden P. Orbista
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/11/how-long-is-forever-poetry-by-eden-p-orbista/

HEREDITY, by Grecia Albornoz
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/11/heredity-poetry-by-grecia-albornoz/

MURDRUM, by Pym Purnell
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/11/murdrum-poetry-by-pym-purnell/

MISERYS DISPENSARY, by Nick Meridionale
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/13/miserys-dispensary-poem-by-nick-meridionale/

TO MY FUTURE SIGNIFICANT OTHER, by Morgan Fasanelli
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/13/to-my-future-significant-other-poem-by-morgan-fasanelli/

C, by Natalie Henderson
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/13/c-poem-by-natalie-henderson/

THE RESISTANCE, by Tierra Martin
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/13/the-resistance-poetry-by-tierra-martin/

DOWN BY THE RIVERSIDE, by Charli Day
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/15/down-by-the-riverside-poetry-by-charli-day/

WHISTLING DUNES, by Somali K. Chakrabarti
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/15/whistling-dunes-poetry-by-somali-k-chakrabarti/

ASPIRATION, by Carrie Barnes
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/15/aspiration-poetry-by-carrie-barnes/

AINMOSNINSOMNIA, by Obi Martin
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/15/ainmosninsomnia-poetry-by-obi-martin/

AinmosnInsomniA, Poetry by Obi Martin

Monuments of tired eyes

wall up before my face.

collapsing ranks of sane and civil thought

leave violence in their place.

Genres: #dark #macabre #existence #life #insomnia

AinmosnInsomniA by Obi Martin

 

Monuments of tired eyes

wall up before my face.

collapsing ranks of sane and civil thought

leave violence in their place.

 

Drying wells of bitter peace

keep crying for my gaze

and clamor round my clanking cell

demanding rest from days.

 

My visions red and gray and

seven shades of stricken screaming black.

my thoughts are kiting high and taut

stretched useless on the rack.

 

Why have you forsaken

and whats left for me to say

apart from turning short and faceless purpose

towards the silent withered day.

 

 

 

 

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