Category: poet

Whatever next?, Poetry by Alex Cottle

A seed

May find it’s way

among the soil.

Let it stay, let it grow…

or land they will, the flock of crows.

Genres: Dystopia, relationship, free will and love.

Whatever next? by Alex Cottle

A seed

 

May find it’s way

 

among the soil.

 

Let it stay, let it grow…

 

or land they will, the flock of crows.

 

Either way, it may die.

 

Maybe a butterfly’s wing beat will cause it’s ruin.

 

Perhaps it endures. Whatever next?

 

Shall we stand here, questioning, perplexed?

 

It will grow, taking up precious space.

 

Space that could more than easily be replaced.

 

It is time to decide, is it in our favour?

 

Will it flower? Shall we save her?

 

Or will we uproot it? Call me a traitor.

 

Nature! Nature! Hear my call,

 

please do not stall.

 

Do not make this feeling linger.

 

For is that not why you gave us minds?

 

What use is the mind, when we have conscience?

 

The smart decisions are almost always nonsense.

 

We feel bad, sad, clad in blackmail,

 

irons, chains.

 

But the tick is this my friend, my companion.

 

Whatever we determine is already determined.

 

The purpose,

 

of this seed, rooted inside,

 

grants you permission to think you decide.

 

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The Writers Curse, Poetry by Ganzart

The writers curse
Tagging around like a lady’s purse

Set to always sail on the seas of fiction
continuously sipping of self-deception
Alone is the crew on the ship of imagination

Genre: Rhyme, Artist

The Writers Curse by Ganzart

The writers curse
Tagging around like a lady’s purse

Set to always sail on the seas of fiction
continuously sipping of self-deception
Alone is the crew on the ship of imagination

Hands chained by the illusions of his mind
Bound to always fall for the “one of a kind”
Yet in his pocket lies the key to the solution he never finds

In his greatest fear lies his wealth n treasure
The power of his words he still can’t measure
And their inevitable outcomes pain or pleasure

sinking deeply in the beauty of art
If wishes were horses , carved on the walls of his heart .
You can’t help the tearing apart
When the pen and paper have to part.

The sweet seas of fantasy
were all just a mistress
That sour cold reality
Is the jealous wife in he kisses.

The writers curse
Another blessing in disguise
Read between the lines
And look through water aiming for the skies
And find God present in his verse.

The writers curse , impossible to reverse

Ganzart

 

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Marvelous Universe, Poetry by Karina Pinella

The Marvel Universe—

A world full of superheroes and their nemeses.

Earth is not always their place of birth;

Some hail from distant planets.

Genre: Comic Book, Fantasy, Superhero

Marvelous Universe

By Karina Pinella, 1/28/16

 

The Marvel Universe—

A world full of superheroes and their nemeses.

Earth is not always their place of birth;

Some hail from distant planets.

 

The origin of their powers vary, from accidental to intentional.

Most times triggered by a life of drama (or one big trauma).

A turning point that makes them live on edge—

An existence full of violence.

 

Some team up in groups of four, five, six, or more,

Such as Fantastic Four, X-Men, and Avengers.

They save the world that’s always imperiled—

In the Marvel Universe.

 

Thanks, Stan Lee,

For a roster full of beings extraordinaire,

Giving our lives vicarious adventures—

A mix of humor, furor, and lots of color.

 

©2016 Karina Pinella

 

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Don’t Leave Me, Poetry by Arian Fatius

Midnight hour is howling
Chilling wind is swirling
It’s raining outside

I come to your room
As you waiting for me
There you are
Tempting me with your beauty

genre : sex, passion, love, couple
Don’t Leave Me

by Arian Fatius

Midnight hour is howling

Chilling wind is swirling

It’s raining outside

I come to your room

As you waiting for me
There you are

Tempting me with your beauty

When I kissed your forehead

Down to your eyes

There I see a beutiful thing

The way you breath

The way you look at me
Stay here a little more

I want to hug you

Eyes that roam

As my finger wander
Your thoughts linger

And I heard your moan

As I lick your neck

Blow my breath on your erected nipple

As your heart is strobing

While you keep stroking me
You moved your hips so intense

As we caressing  each other

Don’t leave me alone

When the pleasure comes
through the cold night
Let’s stay like this a bit more

 

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Today’s NEW Poets and their Poetry

Read the best of NEW Poetry from about the world:

Read the best of NEW Poetry from about the world:

ASSUMPTIONS, by Denise P. Isaac: https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/01/29/assumptions-poetry-by-denise-p-isaac/

ALONE, by Anderson Gomes: https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/01/29/alone-poetry-by-anderson-gomes/

RED WRISTS, by Sanchana Krishnan: https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/01/29/red-wrists-poetry-by-sanchana-krishnan/

SHACKLES OF LIFE, by Lois Terrans Bradbury: https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/01/29/shackles-of-life-poetry-by-lois-terrans-bradbury/

DAS NICHTS, by Juan Antonio Garcia: https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/01/29/das-nichts-poetry-by-juan-antonio-garcia/

COUNTING BRICKS, by Lee Pettengell: https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/01/30/counting-bricks-poetry-by-lee-pettengell/

THE LENGTH OF A KALPA, Kristen Textor: https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/01/30/the-length-of-a-kalpa-poetry-by-kirsten-textor/

ODE TO MARY, by Jordan CROMWELL: https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/01/30/ode-to-mary-poetry-by-jordan-cromwell/

SHORT POETRY, by Vyom Sharma: https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/01/30/short-poetry-by-vyom-sharma/

DON’T, by Eirini Spyridoula Antoniou: https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/01/30/dont-poetry-by-eirini-spyridoula-antoniou/

 

 

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Don’t…, Poetry by Eirini Spyridoula Antoniou

Don’t let regrets or second thoughts

move you through life.

Don’t let small fears guide your every step.

Don’t let small people tamper with your thoughts and feelings.

Genre: inspirational and motivational.

Don’t… by Eirini Spyridoula Antoniou

 

Don’t let regrets or second thoughts

move you through life.

Don’t let small fears guide your every step.

Don’t let small people tamper with your thoughts and feelings.

Don’t be afraid to live a positive life.

Don’t be afraid to live a different life.

Don’t be afraid when other people point

their figure at you and say

“look that someone is doing something different”.

Don’t be afraid to fully love another person.

Don’t be afraid to talk with yourself.

Don’t be afraid to have a happy ending in your life.

Don’t be afraid to be weird.

Don’t dance the dance of an ordinary life.

 

 

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Short Poetry, by Vyom Sharma

genre : funny

 
Short Poetry

“There once was a man who couldn’t rhyme,
Table.”

That’s it.

Dr Vyom Sharma

MBBS FRACGP

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Ode to Mary, Poetry By Jordan Cromwell

Mother Mary
Divine Love
Holy Protection

Your Presence does
Give me Peace
Give me Love

Genre: Religion, Spirituality

Ode to Mary
By Jordan Cromwell

Mother Mary

Divine Love
Holy Protection
Your Presence does
Give me Peace
Give me Love
Lady of the Light
You catch my tears
In your hands of Grace
I place myself
In your care
We are singing to you
Our voices are clear
Mother Mary do you hear?
Our tears of sadness?
Cries of fear?
Give us comfort
Draw us near
To your light
Mother Mary sing your song

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The length of a Kalpa, Poetry by Kirsten Textor

The length of a Kalpa
by Kirsten Textor

As I gaze
Out the window
A small boy
Runs by
On his scooter
For a moment
I am him

GENRE: Time 

The length of a Kalpa

by Kirsten Textor

As I gaze
Out the window
A small boy
Runs by
On his scooter
For a moment
I am him
Sun on my face
Wind in my hair
Music in my ears
Peace in my soul
The pure feeling of
A child’s freedom
Washes over me
I feel part of everywhere
A fraction of a second
Yet the length of a Kalpa

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counting bricks, Poetry by lee pettengell

sitting in this cell of mine counting bricks to pass the time

800 and 9 or was it 10 shit ill have to start again
paced the floor a 1000 times from the bed to the chair
just aint getting any were
out the window freedom calls
across the yard over the walls

Genre: Prison, Depression, Loneliness

counting bricks

by lee pettengell

sitting in this cell of mine counting bricks to pass the time

800 and 9 or was it 10 shit ill  have to start again
paced the floor a 1000 times from the bed to the chair
 just aint getting any were
out the window freedom calls
across the yard over the walls
but the bars i cannote budge
freedoms there but out of touch
so its back to counting bricks again wish i could stop this silly game
but its that or think of you like i always seem to do

 

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