The theme is the humanity, the vulnerable side of superheroes.
Marvelous Universe By Karina Pinella
Get to know poet Karina Pinella:
1) What is the theme of your poem?
The theme is the humanity, the vulnerable side of superheroes.
2) How would you like people to respond when they read or watch your poetry reading?
Empathy and appreciation
3) How long have you been writing poetry?
Writing for over 20 years, poetry specifically about a year or so.
4) Do you have a favorite poet?
Not one favorite, although I appreciate those written by a number of poets, such as e.e. cummings, Emily Dickinson, Edgar Allan Poem, Walt Whitman, Yeats, Oscar Wilde.
5) What influenced you to submit to WILDsound and have your poetry performed by a professional actor?
It looked like a good venue to further reach my blog.
6) Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?
Short stories, novel in progress, an eBook that I am looking to publish soon.
7) What is your passion in life?
To be a widely published fiction writer. I’ve had stuff published, but they are business articles and news story stuff. Not what I want to do though.
I would like people to respond to my poem or reading in Awed ; Earnest ; Flirty Anticipation ; A feeling of Relate.
Watch Stranger in Love… by Poetess Chantelle Cherie
Get to know Poetess Chantelle Cherie:
1) What is the theme of your poem?
The theme of my poem is Love and Attachment (Internal Rhyme)
2) How would you like people to respond when they read or watch your poetry reading?
I would like people to respond to my poem or reading in Awed ; Earnest ; Flirty Anticipation ; A feeling of Relate.
3) How long have you been writing poetry?
I have been writing poetry for 5 years
4) Do you have a favorite poet?
Hands down No questions asked
E.E. Cummings is my All time Favorite Poet. Brilliant he is!!! He bent the Grammar rules punctuation in poetry!!! Made it his wasn’t afraid to think outside the box.
5) What influenced you to submit to WILDsound and have your poetry performed by a professional actor?
I was Influenced by Poetry Festival in the reasoning of this brilliant and blessed opportunity they have given Me without any doubt without them I would still be sitting on my couch writing but now I get to leave my handprint on the world
6) Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?
Yes I do write more then just poetry I write Short stories and Quotes.
7) What is your passion in life?
My passion in life is Writing Writing Writing And Helping the World the Broken the Drifters maybe miracles could still happen Maybe we can all learn to love passionately become our own poems. that is what makes life passionate Kindness Love Writing
Till you can’t walk
Till you are sore,
Yet still smiling
from the thrilling experience,
Till you are sweating pleasure
from every pore.
Genre: Relationship, Love
Beautiful things by NuBlaccSoUl
Till you can’t walk
Till you are sore,
Yet still smiling
from the thrilling experience,
Till you are sweating pleasure
from every pore.
Till your breath murmurs
my first name with every inhale
Till my voice is the only sound
your ears want, need to hear.
i would
rest my head on your bosom
and listen
Enjoy the sweet tunes composed by
every noted word you harmonise
Tales of your life stories before they became entwined with mine
Narratives about your dreams
About who breaks your glassy heart
And what tickles your eye-ducts
into opening a flood of tears.
an inner world of wishes
she deserves beautiful things,
The Nubian Queen, Flower Child.
(c) 2016. Phila Dyasi. All Rights Reserved. Intellectual property of author.
Your pouty lips smack and smile so
Smugly
As you chew, open mouthed,
Your gum – communicating your cool.
Oh, you’re so easy to read…
Disconnected, unseeing:
Blind and blissfully so,
You walk your path of comfort,
Genre: Relationships, Abuse
–Waitress Serves A Hypocrite — by Christian S. Eskelund
Your pouty lips smack and smile so
Smugly
As you chew, open mouthed,
Your gum – communicating your cool.
Oh, you’re so easy to read…
Disconnected, unseeing:
Blind and blissfully so,
You walk your path of comfort,
Never asking or engaging, except in
The shallows –
That place of no real wonder,
Where it’s all so easy to see,
That all is measured by what is had
Or not had.
Anyone can tell that
You’ve got it so together,
The 4.0 G.P.A.,
The tidy little life with
Mom and Dad in the suburbs,
Where you grew so strong,
Unsullied and wise,
Your college education long ago
Bought and paid for –
Like your cool.
You’ll graduate next year
After you’ve learned
“Critical thinking.”
You’ll probably take a trip
To Europe soon,
Stay in “nice” middle-class hotels.
Become enlightened,
And romanced,
Look for and maybe find
The man
Who’ll always be strong,
Someone your parents
can be proud of,
Who’ll take care of
Everything
For you,
Afford you
And somehow
Always
Find the time to
Understand
The emptiness that is you.
And I, with my cynicism and sarcasm
Have judged you…
I have judged you as shallow, silly –
A fraud.
Because I do not know you,
I will never know:
Of the “games” your neighbor
Made you play
All those years ago.
How the tears finally dried up,
As you tried to forget
How your “lovers” never saw you – never knew your heart.
How they treated you just as the neighbor did, your uncle too,
And… your Dad.
How could I know:
That you don’t even know how to see yourself,
Your reasons for grasping at the glossies’ propaganda,
Why you let them decide
For you,
Why you came to see life as
Little more than a
Play act?
Yet I already have you pinned
To my specious
Opinion.
And could I know that my attitude
Is why,
Resoundingly why
No one
Will ever see the real you?
Because whoever that is,
or was is lost,
Gone forever.
And could I know how to stop and
See
That it is only because you were torn
So many times
That you are now
So dead inside
That someone else now
wears your skin
And goes to work each day and smiles?
Hard Hat Poet
(Christian S. Eskelund)
29 April 2012
Jacksonville, Florida
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..
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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