Category: Poetry Festival

Read Poem: TAINTED LOVE, by Artiz Lee

Your caressing touch

is never too much

with the sweetness of your tongue.

As your fingers crawl upon my skin, feeling you deep within.

Dipped in chocolate,

Rich in gold,

No amount of karats are equivalent

to your worth.

Glazed with elegance,

As your eyes have me mesmerized

As your Opaque beauty

Dazed me as I caress your body rapidly. Sheets tossed like a tornado through Texas.

Everything feels enhanced

Stay with me, give me a chance.

Roadkill feel this aggressive drive,

As I grip those voluptuous thighs,

I realize your ALL woman.

Your love stretches further,

Than any latitude or longitude on this earth.

And your love is forever tainted on my body.

Watch the APRIL 2018 Poetry Readings

Performed by Val Cole

Read Poetry: Ballad Of The East Wind, by Mark Tierno

Poetry Reading: The Girl on the Bus, by Ed Teja

Poetry Reading: Cracks In The Sidewalks, by Irene Leland

Poetry Reading: Curse Coffee Cups, by Andrew Green

 

 

 

 

 

Read Poem: Manifest, by Jimieal Smith

My tears are her tears….yes her tears….but still in the same light…I can’t seem to make hers disappear…nop…..I can’t…..because I lied…..yes I lied…instead of showing affection…my heart put upon another heart…a feeling as cool as neglection…

As her tears fell to the floor…in mind…and heart…I felt helpless to help a heart…grown so sore….for I knew I was the blame….as I look in to the mirror I could only help to see her deep dark brown eyes….a flash of an anniversary and a long lost forgotten time….I ask dear Lord….could I have been so blind?…man….I can’t believe it’s me this time….hurt people hurt people…so I guess I’ll be fine…but I know deep down inside I won’t be fine….I can’t help but to think of the first day…I made her mine….

Between us lied a dead rose…and an empty vase…..what is a man to do?…when a woman has lost her taste….yes…..her taste….when the warmth of tear….is rolling slowly….slowly down the side of her face….to be so close to the one you love…but feel like between you to…lye’s so much space…empty inside I feel…man…cause I love her….but a wall I couldn’t see….I realized…I…had put so many other things above her….

Occupied with money and bills…I put a side her feelings….and man the feeling kills…looking back on it….I could of done so much better….but I let joy after joy past…without the thought…or compassion…of holding this…bond…this joy…this love…this everything….together….

Deep down inside….I know I care…but I question the reasons of…the out side of why…I have left a woman in despair…now I’m in the bathroom…speaking to my reflection as if no ones even there….praying maybe my words…would some how reach her ears…

But they don’t….and she walks away….I’m afraid…with my head hanging low…were the only words I could say….now I’m in tears…and as she lifts her hand…I feel…I should be the one whipping hers away….That day…I wont…ever…forget….for when I stepped out in to the world today….I realize I passed another great test…as a man…I have found….I find…in this special lady…I have my best….I love her….and on that day my love and her love like the bud of a rose began…to Manifest…

Read Poetry: Corpse Girl, by Dan Weatherer

I’m the pretty little corpse girl,

Won’t you look at me?

Pleasing to the eye,

Cute as can be.

I’m the pretty little corpse girl,

With aspirations of fame.

Well versed in the rules,

Of the modelling game.

I’m the pretty little corpse girl,

Model picture of health.

Presented to your daughter,

As the ideal self.

I’m the pretty little corpse girl,

You all should be like me.

I’m thin, therefore beautiful,

Successful and free.

Of self-doubt and loathing,

Only I’m not.

I’m fragile, I’m barren,

I’m riddled with rot.

I’m dying inside,

Conflicted, confused.

I feel like a product,

Created, abused.

I’m the pretty little corpse girl,

A creature of desire.

Or so you tell me,

I call you a liar.

Only I would if I dared,

Or if myself I knew.

Your voices are many,

And we are the few.

Genre – Dark, Mental Health, Peer Pressure, Teen Life

Read Poetry by Tory Edana Talbott

I let the car take me wherever,
Without the slightest of care,
I let the road slip behind me,
And you remained here,
While I was there,
So far from you and the sun,
And its moon,
And the sea.

I had no thought of what to do,
So I cut myself with words,
And I let them bleed,
And bleed.
Not a soul could erase them,
They remained engraved within the year,
I moved the ones who read them,
As they shivered in fear,
And wept salty tears.

And even though we slipped through my fingers,
Staining my palms,
You still remained close and you sang me,
Your song.

You brought me back to face time and its keeper,
You reminded me that love makes you stronger,
Not weaker.

So I took a trip to see a tree,
With glorious lights,
So much greater than me;

I could almost hear the angels sing,
But then I told myself,
There’s no such thing.

But who am I to say,
That God does not decide,
The things we become,
Just before the day we die?

Who am I to call the dreams and schemes,
Of all the demons at play,
Are faked to make the bible,
Just a home for the lost to stay?

The car in which I ride,
Finally arrives,
And I meet my doctor,
For the first time,
In such a long while,
He tells me not to die so young,
Kid, you’re still just a child.

– written by Tory Edana Talbott

(genres: dark, love, inspirational, motivational)

Read Poem: BEAUTY LIKE MARILYN MONROE, by Mantri Mark

You are glamorous, hale and healthy

Tall, beautiful and mind-blowing

A charming face and sparkling eyes

A beautiful parrot nose ǁ

Good ears with a diamond studded rings

Smart speaking mouth with lipstick on

The best structure ever created by the Lord

Smooth and shining lengthy arms ǁ

Beautiful legs similar to Himalayan heights

Walking style out beats any Angel style

When enters a hall full of chattering people

Full of life in the function hall ǁ

Sudden hush foreseen as everyone fell silent

All heads turn to gaze at the radiant lovely vision

Her glowing complexion with twinkling eyes

Long lashes and full smiling mouth ǁ

Mass of swirling way and long hair

As beautiful as like an Angel looking crazy

Always warm, smiling and welcoming

Enjoy discussing the books that she read ǁ

Especially, the intellectually satisfying ones

No doubt, she is from the rolls of Angels

Whoever looked at her, they forget everything

No other go, people admire her beauty ǁ

She is the blessing and a gift

It’s a Nature-Lord joint venture beauty girl

Wonders of wonder is nothing before her beauty

The Lord created this eight wonder beauty girl ǁ

Marilyn Monroe is the one we heard so

She is the replica, a gift from the Universe

Oh! What a beauty, what a style

People faint when such beauties foreseen ǁ

The life is nothing, but admiring the beauty ǁ

Oh! Nature, give me beauty life

Oh! Lord, give me charming life

Oh! God, give me love and affection

Oh! Moon, give me pleasantness

Oh! Universe, give me trouble-free life ǁ

Read Poem: Until I Met You, by Tina Culora

I didn’t consider myself a writer until I met you.

You were all scruffy hair and spectacles

at the end of your nose,

all classic novels

and 20 cups of tea

to keep you going

your tap, tap, tap on your writing desk

with your ink-stained finger tips.

I inspired you, you had said

once

and I clung to this long after you had forgotten,

Your gentle smile and freckles and your one armed hugs

I

wrapped myself in your wool jumper that winter

jotting down pencil words in messy notebooks,

with sore fingertips on typewriter keys,

I am certain

I wasn’t a writer

Until you inspired me.

Read Poem: Ride or Die, by Rachel Marie

 

Scrolling through my memory

I stop on slideshows with pictures of you & me

As I reminisce on our younger years

And constantly ask God why you’re not here

Why’d it have to be you that he took?

Why’d it have to be my world he shook?

Glancing now across this ocean

I still see our footprints where we stood—side by side

You were my first—ride or die

You showed me what love was

And taught me to be whatever I wanted

Allowing me to be myself & showing me how to release my burdens

Through music & writing, I remember your teachings

And all the lessons on how not to let my demons consume me

Letting me think for myself

But still guiding

And whenever I felt like dying 

You were always there to revive me

To this day I still don’t understand

Why God took my brother…

Instead of another man-

 

I still remember like it was yesterday

Since I got that call I’ve never been the same

Though I smile, still it’s faked

Just knowing I won’t hear your voice everyday

I apologize for the cruelty

Those words I never should have said

Despite the battles between us

I honestly never wished you were dead

I called your phone twenty plus times a day

Just to hear your voicemail & say:

“I love you more than yesterday—

More than you’ll ever know—

And if you’re watching down on me now—

Guide my steps; show me where to go”

Then I hang up & I’m angered

I was a fool to say those cruel things to you

Many said you had forgiven me

Yet I never heard it from you

And Lord—if you’re listening—

Will you just tell my brother one thing:

Tell him I’m sorry for the way I reacted—

I didn’t mean it.

And he’s missed immensely—

I wish he could hear me when I scream it

 

Looking up to the sky…as tears fill my eyes…

I guess God needed an angel…

That would forever ride or die.

 

In loving memory of my brother

RIP September 09|2017