Category: poem

Read Poem: HOME, by joshua anand skater

i wake up beside your huddled body
wrapt in sheets cocooned in silent dreams
i pry myself awake and watch you
beauty condensed to sleepy peaceful knot

sand-stuck eyes and weary muscle conspire
to move my groaning shambles down the hall
the burner clicks, the gas explodes in fire
the beans spew out their sour perfumed gall

drowsily i stir and watch the air expire
and foam the milk in oval spurts of steam
and stumble back – the splashes sweet
the stickiness still hot on weary knuckles

the cup sits by your head you do not stir
faint flare of lip and blush of tiny nostril
i sit erect and watch you as i savour
the too-hot liquid gulped down my greedy throat

new paradise to silent sit and linger
in atmosphere of love and want and peace.

Read Poetry: THEM!!!, by Thomas Jones

Jones is the name
Smiles is my game
Yes I’m feeling myself at the moment
Moment so pure you can’t clone
For a while I wonder who I was
Then I caught a glimpse a slight buzz
It was times where I hid behind Laye
But then ppl will ask, don’t worry I’ll explain if I may
Jones Laye Thomas 3 persons living in the same
Now how do we know when which one comes to the light
Well that depends on the situation and who knows at that moment to shine bright
Allow me to learn you and break it down
I’ll tell you why you rarely see me frown
Who is Laye
Laye likes to play
One who sees the scene
The one for the green
Making decisions in the now
You’d call him a clown
Of the three he cares the least
Just trying get the gust of this life feast
Could you handle him if stayed the while
Now I’ll give you Jones
The man that flows through bones
Started as name grew into the man
Ask him he has the plan
Never falling short that goes against what was taught
Cursed actually but fighting a battle to be fought
The forerunner for the body in which he resides
Making sure all things run smooth in the lives over which he presides
More qualified and not even a whole person
Have a problem he’s the one that’ll fix it before it worsens
Something out of nothing is his aim but in a good way
Call on him and he’s coming to save the day
Here comes Thomas pay attention
Save all this for retention
The Protector The Provider The Proclaimer…whew
The realest of them main ingredient in the stew
Without him they all sink to the depths of no return
He built both them from nothing, showing little concern
Now they run wild, but him, reels them in
Keeping the whole operation centered
Staying on course with race they all entered
This guy chose to play the sidelines
Allowing the other two to float free within the guidelines
Call him father if you will because that’s him
The others could be the children, yeah that’s them
So what’d we learn in class today
All three may have much to say
But remember to attention and see who’s in the light
They all shine bright very bright
Created by a mastermind clever in more ways than one
Now set loose to conquer and have fun
Bonus here
Laye is Jones
Jones is in the bones
Jones came from Thomas
And I have created the 3 so who am I?

-Thomas Jones

Read Poem: THESE ARE THE BLUES, by Marianna Gerrman

Idly sitting by the fire…cigarette in tow,
drawing smoke rings in the hazy air,
disappearing…and reappearing once more.
Thinking of you and me, chiding each other
about this or that…
Why is it, that there’s a fine line between love
and loathing? I’d like to know, I’d like to know.
Wishing you were next to me, at this precious moment,
while I’m here loafing around, doing absolutely nothing.
Combing my hair, counting one, two, three…to be, to be and be.
Thinking I should read a book or listen to a radio’s forgotten melody.
Wincing at my own image in an age old mirror…oh how old
do I look now, younger, older than my years, let’s hope
my eyes deceive me.
I can’t stop pondering that I’m about half way done with life,
or it’s about half way done with me.
Oh what’s to be done about that….
Nothing, absolutely nothing. Or anything?
I must be grateful to be still breathing and….walking, as often
As I like to, every other day, especially on weekends, in the park. Or
just being able to watch people and birds and trees…
Life is so different now than oh so many years ago,
it’s all so je ne sais quoi….
And yet I’m thinking the same old idle thoughts as in the good old days
or maybe they’re different, they must not be the same, they must.
You’re saying I should do more with my life,
Like somebody…..like Piaf perhaps with “Je ne regrette de rien…”
No, I don’t have any regrets, though some days I do,
and what of it. Everybody does….so I like
to do nothing at all, maybe not make a mark at all,
though I desperately WANT to….

I want you to say, “It’s okay.”
But you stay silent….

October 3, 2012

Read Poem: Flipside of the Familiar, by Bob Eager

Flipside of the Familiar
Mr Authenticity Bob Eager

About time to meet the Other side of the coin,

Under the surface topic revealed..

Relatable Subject matter flipped on its tails head.

Now Floating in regular view—-

Discussed now readily and available for mass consumption,

Beyond comprehension but necessarily openly stated –

No longer kept a hidden underground secret ;

Now the unearthed topic has finally been fully realised with …..

Just got its just due and now fully approaching a congregations celebratory lips.

Sound familiar maybe?

Generated by its upturn.

Go figure this Abstract concept just got promoted to the forefront!

Obverse or Converse route–

You Pick!

The End!

Read the TOP POEMS from MAY 2019

Read Poem: PRISON OR HOME?, by Laye Da Writer
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/04/30/read-poem-prison-or-home-by-laye-da-writer/

Read Poetry: SUNSHINE IN HER EYES, by Hope S. Brown
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/04/30/read-poetry-sunshine-in-her-eyes-by-hope-s-brown/

Read Poem: ALL MIGHTY PEN, by Sujoy Bhattacharya
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/04/29/read-poem-all-mighty-pen-by-sujoy-bhattacharya/

Read Poem: WE WHO, by R.J Britten
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/04/29/read-poem-we-who-by-r-j-britten/

Read Poem: SELF DESTRUCTION, by Misty Manor
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/04/29/read-poem-self-destruction-by-misty-manor/

Read Poem: FINAL GOODBYE, by Becky Bishop
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/04/29/read-poem-final-goodbye-by-becky-bishop/

Read Poem: A New Season, by Melba Christie
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/04/29/read-poem-a-new-season-by-melba-christie/

Read Poem: Grow, Soul of Child, by Panda Boy
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/04/26/read-poem-grow-soul-of-child-by-panda-boy/

Read Poem: Mannaz, by Lawrence Mathebula
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/04/23/read-poem-mannaz-by-lawrence-mathebula/

Read Poem: UNDER ONE BIG SKY!, by La Gina O. Gross
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/04/23/read-poem-under-one-big-sky-by-la-gina-o-gross/

Read Poem: FEELINGS ARE NOT THE ENEMY, by Chisala Kataya
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/04/23/read-poem-feelings-are-not-the-enemy-by-chisala-kataya/

Read Poem: D0DG3 TH1S, by Asanda Sigenu
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/04/15/read-poem-d0dg3-th1s-by-asanda-sigenu/

Read Poetry: Sestina: THE DANGERS OF THEY, by Steven Fortune
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/04/10/read-poetry-sestina-the-dangers-of-they-by-steven-fortune/

Watch the APRIL 2019 Poetry Readings

 

ASPIRATION by K. Exum

IT’S TOO LATE, by John T. Leonard

BOOTS, by Stephen Void

 

INNA BFLAT, by Sharon M. Musgrave

LET THIS DAY, by Katarina Jovcevska

NIBBLES, by Sebastian Hales

Poem Short Story: The Discombobulated Humph  & His Christmas Glumph©, by Si Baker

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Read Poetry: SUNSHINE IN HER EYES, by Hope S. Brown

She entered the globe with a poker face
wary of worldly lies,
regardless she had dreams to chase
for she had sunshine in her eyes.

She looked at them, withholding herself
placing her feet gingerly,
and knew those dreams had a price to pay
which she cannot tip niggardly.

What’s a vision without the action
she knew she had to dare,
shortly she submerged the notion
and cleared the wavering air.

She went all the way
to seize her winning streak,
uncovering her distinctiveness
as that’s what her life seeks.

We cannot kill her spirit now
since life has made her wise,
she’s got the spunk to move mountains
for she has Sunshine in her eyes.

Read Poem: ALL MIGHTY PEN, by Sujoy Bhattacharya

Your pen should be drinking
briny horror .
Your must delve into the
murky grave .
Your pen ought to revile
at stupid generosity .
Your pen has to add salt to
human injury bleeding .
Your pen must open the
wounds of love to infection .
Your pen would make aflame
the flag of humanity
Your pen must write elegy over
the carcass of agony .
Your pen would fly the kite
of aroma of blatant treachery .
Your pen must ooze out venom
of velocity of vicious crime .
Your pen has to shower a deluge
of opprobrium to eulogy .
Your pen rinses the blood of
sublimity in the brook of notoriety .
Your per must kill the embryo
to make prosperity unproductive.
Your pen would add adulteration
to beguile the profaneness of purity .
Your pen would throw acid bulb
to deform the face of rejected love .
Your pen might travel to alien
land to pollute the environment of that planet .
Your pen would make the amnesty
throttled to death by the ruthless tong of severity .
Your pen must cripple the mobility
of a restless antelope of racing Impala boastful .
Your pen would punish Othello
for indulging faithlessness in immaculate love of Desdemona.
Your pen ought to exile Homer
for writing the epics – Iliad and Odyssey immortal .
Your pen must mute all the vibrant
voices singing the psalm of truthfulness.
Your quill would obviously make other
pens blunt to raise insolent insurrection .

Read Poem: FINAL GOODBYE, by Becky Bishop

Done be sad don’t cry now it was my time to go you see
I’m out of pain and at peace now you’ve let me go and set me free

As I climb the stairway to heaven from a loving family I did belong
I may not have been able to always say or show it but your love and care kept me going strong

I won’t say goodbye for one day we’ll meet again it’s true
But til that times comes around I’ll always be watching over you

Look for me in the sunrise when the day is bright and new
Look for me in the sunsets when the day is done and through

Look for me in the nights sky I’ll be that brightest shining star
Look for me in the moonlight guiding you from afar

Look for me in a butterfly giving you wings to grow and fly
Look for me in a dove giving you strength and courting and keeping you flying high

Look for me in adventure blowing gently in the breeze
Look for me in the summer sun and in the falling autumn leaves

Look for me up high in the clouds above
I’ll be your guardian angel protecting you with my love

I am the sun the moon the stars that glow
I am the rain the snow the thousand winds that blow

As you go about your life at the start of each new day
Even though I may not be there in person I’m with you every step of the way

And when you’ve had a bad day or you’re feeling lonely sad or blue
Never forget that I’ll always be there quietly loving you

It won’t be forever our day will come when
I’ll reach out to you with open arms and we’ll be reunited again

My last wish for you live life to the full and enjoy all that you do
Wish me to be near to you and I’ll always be there for you

Remember me with smile not tears and for all the happiness we’ve shared throughout the years

But for now I have to leave you it’s time for us to part
Hold me close and love me and keep me in your heart

©beckybishop2019