Genre: Love, Pain, Sad, Romantic, Friendship, Hurt
Bitter-Sweet by Angel Victoria
Never thought that I’d fall for you
Though I kind of wish that I didn’t knew
Cause I know you won’t ever look my way
And it pains me yet, I still pray
Always thinking of what will I do
Shall I tell you, what I feel for you?
Never will I forget those moments we had
Those little memories with you isn’t so bad
Cause whem I’m with you every second counts
Just like those moments that are unforgettable one’s.
You make my day full of surprises
Like a roller coaster that falls and rises
And just like every ride has its own ending
So, this time maybe I should stop hoping.
This would be the last time, I’ll think of you
As I wrote this poem for you
I would like to say those three words to you
Hope they would reach you, I Love You.
I could never seem to grasp the concept of a parent disregarding the life of their very offspring. What could possibly be so enticing that one feels the need to abandon such a personal creation of art?
Genre: Family, Life, Pain
The Ultimate Misunderstanding by Stephanie Marie
I could never seem to grasp the concept of a parent disregarding the life of their very offspring. What could possibly be so enticing that one feels the need to abandon such a personal creation of art? Imagine the very moment when unconditional love is full of conditions. The emptiness, the guilt, the fault that fills within the innocence. Something like the very laws of physics losing its credibility. Tell me how one isn’t to change when the very being who is appointed your love source, your example, your creator, resigns the position. When the responsibility of love vanishes, so do the generations to follow. A world where one gives up their life to a worthy being . . only, the being is pushing you into death’s arms willingly. Damage, baffling. Repair, resistant. Like a bird nursed to health and having its wings clipped off during their very first flight. You left me injured.
I forgive mistakes. I forgive failed attempts. An absence is something I will not condone. I made a promise to myself ages ago that I would not accept such a lack of presence. As nothing more that a person, I am deserving. One could say it’s my fault for expecting you to remain the same person. So forgive me for not finding it in my heart to forgive you, or don’t. My life shall carry on without the weight.
2) How would you like people to respond when they read or watch your poetry reading?
To feel that they can do more than just watch television and be passive to the world around them.
3) How long have you been writing poetry?
For about three years
4) Do you have a favorite poet?
Robert Frost
5) What influenced you to submit to WILDsound and have your poetry performed by a professional actor?
I’ve had a good response from my poem and want to share it with others, getting it performed by a professional actor would make it more accessible for people.
6) Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?
I’ve written short stories in the past but find poetry easy as it help me to communicate my thoughts and ideas better.
7) What is your passion in life?
Writing, performing, exploring life.
Trying to understand people.
Eyes showing a moonlit night,
Under the shadows of insanity,
He and his conscience got into a fight,
He had nothing to lose, nothing to pity,
After all, he has no one in his sight,
The world had lost everything,
Everything that seemed pretty.
Genre: Forced Motivation
The last human to have lived
by Mudeet Arora
Eyes showing a moonlit night,
Under the shadows of insanity,
He and his conscience got into a fight,
He had nothing to lose, nothing to pity,
After all, he has no one in his sight,
The world had lost everything,
Everything that seemed pretty.
He saw the world pass by,
In front of his closed eyes
Nothing he could do but try,
Try and try till he himself dies.
He had the world at his feet,
Many of you would take it
But he, he lived the life of a lover,
He could only express and could never fake it.
He cursed himself
He hit himself
All of the world seemed of no value to him,
He tried to kill himself
But his hands trembled like an adolescent’s first swim.
All he needed was to see a face
But this wasn’t a clue,
This wasn’t a game
All that was beloved,
There was no trace.
He sat in his final night,
He saw death dancing by all horizons,
His eyes lit up at the sight of death,
It was the first feeling he had for eons.
Death gently sat beside him
Intending to have a conversation
“Finally you’re here”, he said with a grin,
As his body felt cold…
When death made its embrace,
He remembered all the good he did,
Looking into death’s eyes,
Not for a moment his conscience slipped.
His smile cast a storm,
In that moment, he asked death…
This is all of what his last words could give…
“How does it feel to take away
The last human to have lived?”
your eyes are tunnel to your heart,
i can see that light at the other end,
Genre: Love
The tunnel
by David S
your eyes are tunnel to your heart,
i can see that light at the other end,
i want to walk inside following that spark,
i fear if you close your eyes, i will stuck in dark,
To build a home is to tear apart
All the things that broke our hearts.
To tie together all the strings
That hung about lost as they sway with our movements like wings.
Genre: Rhyme, Life
To Build A Home
by: Stephanelle Mewouo
To build a home is to tear apart
All the things that broke our hearts.
To tie together all the strings
That hung about lost as they sway with our movements like wings.
To make a dream is to rise above
the standards. Of what is suppose to be in order to become what we are. To learn to say yes to the opportunities that have yet to come. To hope that in the pleasure of our serendipity, we are faced with the consequences that our innocence tends to result in.
I scream inside so you will hear, just how loud my silence can’t be.
To create magic is to take all the pieces that seemed impossible to obtain and create a masterpiece. An art that only we could understand. So that when our home is built, we know that all of the dreams that we kept secret were being tied together. And it was now possible to be. As one separate unity, we are able to become.
Dear Bully:
We forgive you for the hurt that you’ve caused,
For the pain and the terror you’ve brought us.
Some good has come from your horrible ways
Because, Dear Bully, you’ve taught us
How not to treat others, how not to act
How not to cause others to fear us.
Genre: Bullying, Life, Society
Dear Bully: A Collection of Poems about Bullying
by Joyce Fields
Dear Bully:
We forgive you for the hurt that you’ve caused,
For the pain and the terror you’ve brought us.
Some good has come from your horrible ways
Because, Dear Bully, you’ve taught us
How not to treat others, how not to act
How not to cause others to fear us.
God is watching, Dear Bully,
And we truly want Him to cheer us.
We’ll remember to use the Golden Rule
And be kind and respectful to others
Because, even though we’re all different,
We all are sisters and brothers.
So your power to make us tremble, Dear Bully,
That power is being taken
And soon, very soon, Dear Bully,
To a new day we’ll awaken.
We hope that you will join us,
Making this world a better place.
We’ll stand shoulder to shoulder together,
And we’ll surely win the race!
I guess you start to understand what angels feel like when you have kissed the devil on her stomach. When you have danced with the demons and pulled the skeletons out of your closet to display everything that ever was before her.
Genre: Life, Society
#1
by Kindra Talley
I guess you start to understand what angels feel like when you have kissed the devil on her stomach. When you have danced with the demons and pulled the skeletons out of your closet to display everything that ever was before her.
She is laying on my chest and I know that I want to teach her how to dance to my pulse.
Chances are, I probably have heart murmurs. But maybe she isn’t that advance. Maybe she won’t care about anything else but the truth that I have provided her.
Which is to say that maybe she understands where I have been and what I’m going through and doesn’t feel afraid of anything but the depth she knows she will reach when loving me.
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