Category: new poetry

“He And She”….., Poetry by Chirayu

A mighty voices raises for the time
Life started with the name of he
And Ended with Rhythms of She,
Finding he in a crowdy beats
With Hope Of Running soul hearted of She.

Genre: Inspiration, Love

“He And She”….. by Chirayu

A mighty voices raises for the time
Life started with the name of he
And Ended with Rhythms of She,
Finding he in a crowdy beats
With Hope Of Running soul hearted of She.

Walking in a path to find a shadow of he
But life plays an role to meet a new love as She
Saw Her first time met her first time
As She was the shadow before of mine
But a time left a voice of mine as
A beautiful Wanderer of Rover life….
I flight away by Lonely and silently mourning
On burning fire soul of mine.
She blooms and glows and shines,
And stares silently as the dry leaf of bright plant…
It smells and weep and tremble
Before love and the pain to find
it out Until the Next time again..
With the new name of Life & new time with the name of he
And will End the Rhythms of She…….
-Chirayu..

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iCLOUD, Poetry by Torien Brooks

Genre: Life, People, Society

by Torien Brooks

@KeepItTrillMane

Genre: Life, People, Society

by Torien Brooks

@KeepItTrillMane
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UNCHARTED, Poetry by Barrington Richard Green Jr

Stretching out into the unknown I must be insane to be curious of foreign things pushing through life’s memory lanes I know I’m the same

Genre: Deep Thought, Life

 

UNCHARTED by Barrington Richard Green Jr

Stretching out into the unknown I must be insane to be curious of foreign things pushing through life’s memory lanes I know I’m the same, seeing all my haters resonating across the devil’s lanes I had to become the bigger man I know I’m just a young man, but watch me take my stand and destroy all these uncharted land’s for I am a black knight that will always lead rather than understand

 

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My Estranged Wife, Poetry by Nnamdi Wabara

Janet’s mouth is too bitter!
Worse than bitter leaf soup,
prepared by impatient spinsters, who find it hard,
to recoup the love and care of older sisters.

Genre: Relationship, Rhyme, People
My Estranged Wife by Nnamdi Wabara

Janet’s mouth is too bitter!
Worse than bitter leaf soup,
prepared by impatient spinsters, who find it hard,
to recoup the love and care of older sisters.

Janet’s mouth is too bitter!
Worse than the dogonyaro leaf,
administered in times of illness. The fear of which cures
I believe, the young lad than its potency.

Janet’s mouth is too bitter!
That i wonder if it’s the same lips,
i kissed on that day, with so much relish.
Singles looking on, in their eyes a wish.

Oh, Janet’s mouth is far too bitter!
That to avoid the venom in her spittle;
I make my way, to lay in the chickens’ litter.
There, there’s peace at least a little.

Nnamdi Wabara 2002
http://www.newerthots.blogspot.com

 

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The Day Before You Came, Poetry by Martina Moriarty McCarthy

I have always lived in the moment
never worried about the future
never questioned the past

‘You’
have turned a page in the book-of-life.

Soliloquy

Applause

Genre: Life, People, Romance

The Day Before You Came by Martina Moriarty McCarthy

I have always lived in the moment
never worried about the future
never questioned the past

‘You’
have turned a page in the book-of-life.

Soliloquy

Applause

I have excavated your existence from a concrete floor in the
out-house of my mind wearing a stained dress
of Golden thread, with one desire to bring you home.

My acid fears and burning tears spilled on Naked ground,
my shattered heart still beating Blood as I drilled without a sound
the cracks they came a creaking as I was on my knees,
I felt the earth beneath me t’was then I heard you breathe.

With eyes as bright as spot-lights to search the living Dead!
I dug my fingers deep into this Room inside my head
Frantic was my tool of choice its all I have to offer
you are worth your ‘wait’ in gold like I know…No Other.

I saw your hand reach out to me I Grabbed it with my mouth-
my lips a grip… a Mothers ‘tale’ the gate-way past the hounds.
Not a word was spoken,
no praise or criticize
a mission just to clarify your unseen ultra-sound?

I looked at you this morning,
you studied me in quest
that begged the question who are you?
and why you quietly left
I’v never liked my shadow
for I was only two… when you escaped…but no one sees I found myself in you.

My words to you this new born day, are for eyes-and-ears alone
No matter what your purpose is your blessed that you were born.
I made my bed this evening, and lie in it I shall
no covers here but fearless needs, in the birth of life’s canal.

 

 

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Read the Best of NEW Poetry from Poets from around the world

Read the Best of NEW Poetry from Poets from around the world

1918 SANTUARY, by Terry Hopper

https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/04/1918-sanctuary-poetry-by-terry-hopper/

PAPAS NEW WIFE, by Nnamdi Wabara

https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/04/papas-new-wife-poetry-by-nnamdi-wabara/

TAKE OVER ME, by Carly Rose

https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/04/take-over-me-poetry-by-carly-rose/

EVERYDAY MASKS, by Dheric Da Poet

https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/05/everyday-masks-poetry-by-dheric-da-poet/

IS IT LOVE, by Fatima Begum

https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/05/is-it-love-poetry-by-fatima-begum/

LADY IN WHITE, by Carolan Nathan

https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/05/lady-in-white-poetry-by-carolan-nathan/

HOME, by Nnamdi Wabara

https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/05/home-poetry-by-nnamdi-wabara/

THERE IS ME AND THAN THERE IS YOU, by Kristen Corbisiero

https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/07/there-is-me-and-than-there-is-you-poetry-by-kristen-corbisiero/

GHOST, by Dheric Da Poet

https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/07/ghost-poetry-by-dheric-da-poet/

HARSHA SAI, by Harsha Madhu

https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/07/harsha-sai-poetry-by-harsha-madhu/

 

 

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HARSHA SAI, Poetry by Harsha Madhu

Silence amongst the gushing waves

Deep inside, another world moves

While the time stands still. Stakes

Forgotten and bubbles rise. Caves

Of shipwreck and invisible sun rays

Genre : LIFE

HARSHA SAI by Harsha Madhu

Silence amongst the gushing waves

Deep inside, another world moves

While the time stands still. Stakes

Forgotten and bubbles rise. Caves

Of shipwreck and invisible sun rays

Guiding into a blue green abyss.

Away from the tins, the fins arise

Fighting the current. We be wise

To look further, never close eyes

Cause life dances without disguise.

Hear every breath as you realize

You are alive, away from wild goose chase

Towards the land below ground. Ways

Converge as grief vanishes with days.

Time rests while sea hugs the rocks

Like inseparable lovers, together always.

Tall and clinging are the coconut trees

From the hillock and his wives.

Small are the words to describe this.

Infinite are my thoughts to channelize

Wind tells me to open my  ears

While She sings to celebrate the ease

Of loving and living. A rhyme so nice

As schools of fish listen and rejoice.

Slowly I come up to the blue skies

And I realize my heart’s turmoil erase.

Alone with myself I unite. Despise

Nothing, the sea told me. Embrace

Everything her arms said. Cherish

Every moment like the Dolphin’s buzz.

Silence amongst the gushing waves

My very first scuba dive it was.

 

 

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GHOST, Poetry by Dheric Da Poet

They claimed I was there.
They claimed I was seen.
They claimed I belonged.
They claimed I was needed.
They claimed.

Genre: Rhyme, Spiritual, Fantasy

GHOST by Dheric Da Poet

They claimed I was there.
They claimed I was seen.
They claimed I belonged.
They claimed I was needed.
They claimed.

So as they turned my significance on and off,
I pretended day and night were passing by.
And as they hid me under my own shadow to rot,
I wondered. Why did I die?

They passed through my accomplishments as though I never existed.
Never heard me when I spoke.
Never saw me when I appeared.
Never paid attention to who I really was.

Hmm —–
So I stood before them as they deceitfully read a tribute to me.
They cried with utmost care for their make-up, not me.
They wore their black on their party clothes and —-
Not me.

So I am a ghost.
One who is never seen,
Never heard,
And never spoken to.

I see,
I hear,
I speak.

The way of the ghost is never understood because it’s never noticed.

The troubles of the world never get to me.
Only the heat does.

I am the ghost of all times.
I am —–

#Dheric_Da_Poet
All rights secretly reserved.
2016

 

 

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THERE IS ME, AND THAN THERE IS YOU, Poetry by Kristen Corbisiero

There is me, and than there is you,

Two fools who happened to cross paths,

And find stability in the utter chaos around us.

I found you, in the coldest part of my heart,

While you craved the darkness you sought in me.

So I’ll use you to ease into the noise of my cluttered mind,

Genre: dark, (toxic) relationships, love, and personal.

THERE IS ME, AND THAN THERE IS YOU

by Kristen Corbisiero

 

There is me, and than there is you,

Two fools who happened to cross paths,

And find stability in the utter chaos around us.

I found you, in the coldest part of my heart,

While you craved the darkness you sought in me.

So I’ll use you to ease into the noise of my cluttered mind,

And you can use me to try and tame you demons.

I think I see the Devil lapping at our heels,

To devour the saints we deluded ourselves into becoming,

For the tainted sinners we always were.

 

There is me. And now there is you,

Two scorned lovers in an exile bestowed only by those we’ve loved

(It doesn’t matter that they are we. Or we are they.)

I feel you in the deepest part of my bones,

Where my hands have found trouble and grace.

I lost it all when you dug yourself in my heart

Its ice and frost melting the waters that would flood my soul and

And that is the moment we drown.
 

There is me. There is you.

Two people who happened to know each other

From along time ago, from a past that is better left buried.

I want to fight, for what we had become, but I had be beaten and I was bruised.

So I‘ll sit here on the edge, holding onto every ‘if’ and every ‘maybe’,

Everything that crashed and brought us to our knees.

And we chase and we fall for the same thing every damn time.

But never into each other,

Now into the arms of something better, someone new.

 

Now there is me. Only me.

You’ve left to find yourself again,

Because you found you didn’t like who you became with me

You lost you mind, let it sink in the loudest part of our love,

So it fell in between the silence of the noise.

The thawed ice frozen once again, freezing back into place.

And the stability I found is numbing.

 

There is no longer me and there is no longer you.

Just two souls intertwined than detangled.

So we pray and pray, to be cleansed of the demon and devils

To find grace and peace in the walls of a pagan god.

Because I still feel the Devil lapping at our heels

Hungry for the sins we’ve yet to commit,

Waiting to wash away its innocence, and bath in the cruelty of our love.

We come to find the things we once found stability in,

Are the things that lead us further and further into the chaos of our broken minds.

 

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Home, Poetry by Nnamdi Wabara

Beneath the boughs where I rest,

from twilight to wee hours, as my bed can attest.

Searching for sleep, the night sounds a pest,

my legs thrashing around, seeking refuge from mosquitoes with zest.

Genre: Life

Home by Nnamdi Wabara

Beneath the boughs where I rest,

from twilight to wee hours, as my bed can attest.

Searching for sleep, the night sounds a pest,

my legs thrashing around, seeking refuge from mosquitoes with zest.

 

Beneath the boughs where I rest,

my co-tenant, the squirrel had in the ceiling made its nest.

Of its gender I was not certain nor did I show interest,

as a low thump told of its arrival with today’s heist.

 

Beneath the boughs where I rest,

with buckets and sundry cans in place, lest;

the leaking boards discharge the rains in their trickle fest,

upon the cracked floor, it’s face now a mason’s jest.

 

Beneath the boughs where I rest,

tonight’s shadow on the wall seems clad in a vest.

And seemed to have lips, swollen like a nursing breast,

a flash of light later and it’s my jumper hanging from the drawer chest.

 

Nnamdi Wabara, 2015

(newerthots.blogspot.com)

 

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