Genre: Family, Love, Relationship
My mother was born a cherry blossom.
full of little budding flowers with the scent of heaven swirling around her space.
The same way a tea light flickers in a power starved bedroom.
Her glow enchanting, inviting, promising warmth but watch out or she will burn you,
striking you with her heat so quickly you will not be able to get away before she consumes you body and soul.
My mother charmed the branches of many plants not just trees,
her magic crossed borders,
she loved and loves freely,
not in a closet or a box with a lid.
she taught me to love the same way.
No tree caught my mother’s eye more than my father’s rough bark and smooth cracks upon the strength of his oakness.
The glow of her seduction made his thick sprigs sway towards her and he drank her heavenly scent in,
the same way you may enjoy a drink of wine,
a fruity intoxication of natural liquid made by the hands of those created to press out golden juices of something already,
miraculous, grandiose, tart but slightly addictive the more you brush your lips against it.
When you see me in my large frame that my father passed on to me,
know that underneath my mother’s little budding flowers are planted inside the place most people are hollow.
I enjoy the surprise in your eyes when you thought you had destroyed me by peeling away my tough layers,
while I just swirled the scent of heaven all around you.
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Man of the Marshes, Poetry by Kim M. Russell
Squelching through the muddy marshes,
Entanglements of grass and reeds,
He swipes at bolshy bulrushes,
Crumbles the heads into white seeds.
Genre: Rhyme, Ballad, Society
Man of the Marshes by Kim M. Russell
Squelching through the muddy marshes,
Entanglements of grass and reeds,
He swipes at bolshy bulrushes,
Crumbles the heads into white seeds.
Entanglements of grass and reeds
Bending, breaking as he strides by,
Crumbles the heads into white seeds,
Tossing them upwards to the sky.
Bending, breaking as he strides by,
Pondering the riddle of his pain,
Tossing them upwards to the sky,
The seeds tumble to earth again.
Pondering the riddle of his pain,
Feet planted in muddy marshes,
Soaked to the skin in pouring rain,
His heart is full of bulrushes.
Feet planted in muddy marshes,
Entangled in the grass and reeds,
His heart is full of bulrushes,
His head crumbling into white seeds.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
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I Am Me, Poetry by Upender Reddy.
I’m a sky
Full of stars
I’m a body
Full of hidden scars
I’m a see-saw
Your happiness I draw
Genre: Personality
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GOD’S Pursuit, Poetry by BW 4 Christ
My prayers need answers
Answers that I seek
For a strong soul that is often meek
That pursuit doesn’t always take me to YOUR book
Genre: Rhyme, Spiritual
GOD’S Pursuit by BW 4 Christ
My prayers need answers
Answers that I seek
For a strong soul that is often meek
That pursuit doesn’t always take me to YOUR book
For I never know where to look
Sometimes it’s in the course of a day
That the answers come across my way
Other times it’s in YOUR pursuit of me
That you use the things I see
For YOU created me visually
It’s in the trees so strong and tall
It’s written on walls
Maybe a program on TV
Music that strikes the very heart of me
YOUR pursuit, YOUR woo, YOUR courtship, OUR relationship
All depends on the answers that I seek
For that soul that’s strong but often meek
That sometimes needs a wake up call
The cause for that fall
Just so I have no choice but to look up before the ground swallows me whole
And I lose that strong soul
That YOU created from the beginning
Set in a fallen world of free will
That keeps on sinning
Answers that it continuously seeks
A soul forced to be made weak
YOUR pursuit to capture just so YOU can make it free
Looks into the very heart of me
Patiently silently knocks at the door
With hope once more
Expecting just once chance
To break down the walls with no romance
Strongholds that were built in more than one night
Gave the devil his delight
Holding on to the lock and key
Swallowed up everything
No peace, self-control, hope or joy
Permanently scarred grown humans that used to be girls and boys
But that pursuit that YOU do
If we allow ourselves to be captured
We’ll be stuck to YOU
Living life more abundantly
Made whole and free
Strongholds washed away
Peace, joy, hope and all the other good fruit here to stay
No matter if it rains wet
But YOU dry with just YOUR breathe
Cause YOUR pursuit means we have met
That pursuit means the thrill is never gone
Away goes those sad songs
Cause YOU have reached and mended the very heart of me
YOUR pursuit, woo, courtship, relationship says
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WHIMSICAL PIMP, Poetry by Maria Lopez
When i see him in the morning
Reminds me of an old song,
Sinatra and gipsy kings
And motown
And rock n’ roll.
Genre: Life
WHIMSICAL PIMP by Maria Lopez
Reminds me of an old song,
Sinatra and gipsy kings
And motown
And rock n’ roll.
Strange mixture of a man
I could call him retro freak,
With his broad wing hat
And red shoes,
Off he goes with his rythm stick.
You should see him
Through my eyes…
My neighbourhood is soo boring,
So bloody traditional,
so mass sunday mornings,
So gossip and hypocritical,
So old ladies with their trolleys
And their god blessed doggies.
That im so grateful for his colours,
His raven black hair,
At 70 something
His tight jeans, his big head.
Every morning
As I pass by,
He will sing me a tune
Mixture of flamenco and jazz.
… and he doesnt know it
But he paints me a smile.
For when i am old
As old as this woman will be,
I want to be outrageous
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NEW Poetry from around the world. Read the best of new poets:
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Read NEW Poetry from all over the world:
THE PEAR, by Patrick D. Peay
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/11/the-pear-poetry-by-patrick-d-peay/
TECH SUPPORT, by Daniel Torres Rangel
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/11/tech-support-poetry-by-daniel-torres-rangel/
HOW LONG IS FOREVER, by Eden P. Orbista
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/11/how-long-is-forever-poetry-by-eden-p-orbista/
HEREDITY, by Grecia Albornoz
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/11/heredity-poetry-by-grecia-albornoz/
MURDRUM, by Pym Purnell
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/11/murdrum-poetry-by-pym-purnell/
MISERYS DISPENSARY, by Nick Meridionale
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/13/miserys-dispensary-poem-by-nick-meridionale/
TO MY FUTURE SIGNIFICANT OTHER, by Morgan Fasanelli
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/13/to-my-future-significant-other-poem-by-morgan-fasanelli/
C, by Natalie Henderson
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/13/c-poem-by-natalie-henderson/
THE RESISTANCE, by Tierra Martin
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/13/the-resistance-poetry-by-tierra-martin/
DOWN BY THE RIVERSIDE, by Charli Day
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/15/down-by-the-riverside-poetry-by-charli-day/
WHISTLING DUNES, by Somali K. Chakrabarti
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/15/whistling-dunes-poetry-by-somali-k-chakrabarti/
ASPIRATION, by Carrie Barnes
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/15/aspiration-poetry-by-carrie-barnes/
AINMOSNINSOMNIA, by Obi Martin
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/15/ainmosninsomnia-poetry-by-obi-martin/
AinmosnInsomniA, Poetry by Obi Martin
Monuments of tired eyes
wall up before my face.
collapsing ranks of sane and civil thought
leave violence in their place.
Genres: #dark #macabre #existence #life #insomnia
AinmosnInsomniA by Obi Martin
Monuments of tired eyes
wall up before my face.
collapsing ranks of sane and civil thought
leave violence in their place.
Drying wells of bitter peace
keep crying for my gaze
and clamor round my clanking cell
demanding rest from days.
My visions red and gray and
seven shades of stricken screaming black.
my thoughts are kiting high and taut
stretched useless on the rack.
Why have you forsaken
and whats left for me to say
apart from turning short and faceless purpose
towards the silent withered day.
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Aspiration, Poetry by Carrie Barnes
I try not to feel this way about you,
but I can’t help it
My mind knows I’ll get hurt,
but my heart doesn’t care
Genre:Romance
Aspiration by Carrie Barnes
I try not to feel this way about you,
but I can’t help it
My mind knows I’ll get hurt,
but my heart doesn’t care
I tell myself to listen to my head
instead of my heart,
but when you look at me,
I’m like putty in your hands
You have such power over me
and you don’t even know it
You think we’re just friends,
but little do you know
that I dream about us being
together one of these days
That’s all it is though,
a dream
I see the way you look at other girls,
ones that are fitter than me,
ones that a funnier than me,
ones that are prettier than me
The way you look at them,
is the same way I look at you
I know I don’t have a chance,
but I can only hope that
one day you’ll feel the same way
about me,
that I do about you
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Whistling Dunes, Poetry by Somali K Chakrabarti
Lustrous
Grains of sand
Lured away by gust
Form “whistling” dunes
Genre: Nature
Whistling Dunes by Somali K Chakrabarti
Lustrous
Grains of sand
Lured away by gust
Form “whistling” dunes
They bounce and roll,
They roar and boom,
Blasting the land
Ripples
shift and drift
form ridges and cribs;
Over vastness of desert
Under the cerulean sky
They cast curvy shadows
Beneath the gleaming
Moon; Inexorable,
Loony waves
Pirouette to the Gale’s Tunes !!
© Somali K Chakrabarti
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DOWN BY THE RIVERSIDE, Poetry by Charli Day
Down by the riverside, hides all the white lies
By the muddy bank he stood with bloody hands and ruined suit
Down by the riverside, hides all the white lies
His reflection locked and murky is not the prince in her fairy story
Genre: Rhyme, Society, Life
DOWN BY THE RIVERSIDE by Charli Day
Down by the riverside, hides all the white lies
By the muddy bank he stood with bloody hands and ruined suit
Down by the riverside, hides all the white lies
His reflection locked and murky is not the prince in her fairy story
Down by the riverside, hides all the white lies
For in amongst the weeds and lilies is clasped a ring inscribed forever
Down by the riverside, hides all the white lies
A cotton shirt with a scent like summer is buried in the earth forever
Down by the riverside, hides all the white lies
A strand of blonde so pale and gentle, swallowed by the black forever
Down by the riverside, hides all the white lies
Hands are held in passing water, the crimson slick disperses further
Down by the riverside, hides all the white lies
No reflection, nothing more, just trodden grass by a silent shore
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