Category: relationship

Poetry Reading: Tears For You, by KG Petrone

Performed by Elizabeth Rose Morriss

Get to know the poet:

1) What is the theme of your poem?

It is a poem from a mother to her children after losing custody of them due to her addiction and mental breakdown. The guilt, shame, and remorse of her decision to leave them in someone else’s care in hopes that they would live a life she could not afford to give them.

2) What motivated you to write this poem?

Let’s just say, “personal experience.” Along with a neverending desire and need to apologize for this choice.

3) How long have you been writing poetry?

As long as I can remember, but I have just begun to share my talent with the general public. As a matter of fact, my first Anthology of Poems has just been released on Kindle. A collection titled, “The Fractured Ego.”

4) If you could have dinner with one person (dead or alive), who would that be?

With a doubt, I would need to say, my Mother!

5) What influenced you to submit to have your poetry performed by a professional actor?

Many reasons, but to hear my words expressed by another is a thrill and I couldn’t be happier to share my thoughts and works. I am curious to see how the actor has interpreted my writing. This has been very exciting. Thank you.

6) Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?

I currently have two other publications. I have a short story on Kindle titled, “The Menacing House” and a suspense mystery novel, titled “Cycles of Time – Revenge is Mine.” And as I stated above, I have a newly released anthology of poems, “The Fractured Ego.”

7) What is your passion in life?

My life’s passion is to keep it simple, enjoy life, continue healing, and to just be internally happy!

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Melody, Poetry by Alex Pauley

Genre: Relationship, Romance

 

Melody by Alex Pauley

 

The melody my heart plays is a ragged tune that is not easy on the ears, as it holds all the broken pieces of me with it.
The memories of past mistakes, the pain of love loss, the regret that stays with me until my eyes close at night,
this is the melody that my crying heart wishes to play, as if it’s a call for help.
It wishes to be touched and to be restrung once again, as if it had never been broken at all;
It seeks to be heard and in turn be told great things, it craves tenderness and devotion that it has never known,
my heart plays a sad song, a song of regret, a song of sorrow, a song of depression, a song of joy, a song of sweet memories.
it cannot help, but to play what it feels, all it can do is express those feelings that are pent up within,
the melody may be off and hard to listen to, but it is one that is ever playing, whether ignored or unheard.
It shall continue playing that sharp off-key tune, until it receives the care it needs.

 

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There Are Two Seasons, Poetry by Neville Johnson

There were two seasons
I sensed it the day we met
Before her and after her

Before her I walked alone
Before her I was sad
Jealous I was of the couples I saw
On the street, holding hands

Genre: Relationship, Love

There Are Two Seasons
By Neville Johnson

There were two seasons
I sensed it the day we met
Before her and after her

Before her I walked alone
Before her I was sad
Jealous I was of the couples I saw
On the street, holding hands

Before her, I was serious
Then I rarely smiled
Life we an obstacle
A mountain to climb

Then the rainy season stopped
Finally the sun came out
I looked up and thought
It’s time for change
That wind I caught

After her began the time she walked into my life
I refer to it as happenstance as the birds did sing
I mustered up my confidence, gathered my thoughts
Went over to the pretty girl and proceeded to get lost
Into her charms, so many I can’t count

After her, after her, how my life has changed
After her, I no longer mind the rain
For I am with her, an umbrella we share
Made of love and kindness
Never the worse for wear

There are two seasons
Before and after her
Before I was lonely
Then came a love so pure

Reprinted with permission of the publisher, Cool Titles, from WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG: Poems for People in Love by Neville Johnson ©2016

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Lioness, Poetry by Saturn Sunset

You are a novelty.
A mend in a broken bridge.
You are a tale of trial.
the freight train come unhinged.

Genre: Rhyme, Relationship

Lioness by Saturn Sunset
You are a novelty.
A mend in a broken bridge.
You are a tale of trial.
the freight train come unhinged.
You are the candle in the wind
the one they long to snuff.
You are the deck shuffled and new
no one calls your bluff.
You are the sun and the heat it brings
the silhouette above the trees.
You are the gold hidden in the sea
you are the moon and the stars on galaxy string.
You are the breeze
a longtime cherished philosophy amidst the brambles.
You are the Jack of all trades
through the runes your existence will forever ramble.
Your eyes are cosmic spheres
it is a wonder how you are here
and your wings are still translucent
when they see your power, you’ll have to prove it.
You have the clouds in your hands
feather for the next big cross.
You have the scripture in your flesh
guiding the ages lost.
Walk on water
spine the towers on their axis’
like no other
for no simple good-man praises.
You are the window
to the world we wished to know.
You are the only act
the prelude, main, and epilogue in the grandest show.

 

 

 

 

 

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Wishful Thinking, Poetry by Norma Passarell

It took me thirty years of suff’ring mourn, oh dear!,
To tame the fiercest beast, my dreaded loneliness.
A lifetime of gregarious wildness ’twas indeed.
I was drunk every single night; there was no light.

Genres: Delusion, Hope, Illusion, Indifference, Love, Relationships, Sadness, Sorrow, Wishful Thinking.

Wishful Thinking
by Norma Passarell

It took me thirty years of suff’ring mourn, oh dear!,
To tame the fiercest beast, my dreaded loneliness.
A lifetime of gregarious wildness ’twas indeed.
I was drunk every single night; there was no light.

With time, I learnt to be in my own company.
I then saw you and in a whisper thought, to me,
I swear, you had the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen.
Hence you became my greatly loved Glaswegian prince.

Incertitude lifted me towards the sky, couldn’t sleep at night,
Then daydreamt ’bout how’d it be you kissing me throughout.
I asked you out. You said: “Why not?” But soon I knew
All was a figment of my brimful fantasy.

How ignorant I’d been! How couldn’t I see that you
Were not interested in me?! Now that you are gone,
You left me wondering how I will be alone.
Again, but even older, rejected I have been.

For now, I’ll loathe your accent on every mouth,
Even though I know it isn’t you to blame, but me,
For being too naive, and having forced you to love me.
Go away! Go away! With time, I’ll be okay!

 

 

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Jeremiah 17:9, Poetry Reading by Don Savant

Every morning I wake up
And feel for you
On the other side of my bed…
And I become startled by your absence…
So I
Run to the bathroom
And the kitchen…

Genre: Love, Heartache, Relationships

Jeremiah 17:9
by Don Savant

Every morning I wake up
And feel for you
On the other side of my bed…
And I become startled by your absence…
So I
Run to the bathroom
And the kitchen…
Then I
Look towards the closet…
Seeing that
Your side is yet still empty…

It burns deeply within me
Knowing that
You’re no longer with me
That you
Gave up on us so quickly
During our
Rough patch…
All because
He was able to
Sweet talk you out of my arms
In the middle of our
Sour moment…

After all who
Prophesied over us
Touching and agreeing that
God was in the midst of us…
You bailed
Tucked your tail and ran
When I was
More than willing
To work hand in hand
Side by side
Heart to heart with you
To resolve
That which would have been
That time we’d
Look back on and
Laugh about…
Pointing out
How silly the whole thing seemed
While being grateful
That we stuck it out…

I…
I…
Miss your
Beautiful everything…
And your…
Loving…
All…
I…
Lord God knows I
Can still smell the fragrance of you
All up and through
Everywhere we
Stood together and
I can still see
The ghost of you…
That smile you used to smile
During the
Many moments when
You used to
At least seem…
Like you were happy with me…
Like you were
Content with us…
Like you were…
Here
Right where and when I needed you…

Alas…
The truth can do more harm than good
At the times
When I miss you the most…
And when I
Miss you the most
The harm that is done
Is certainly not good…

 

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THE AMETHYST, Poetry by Angel Edwards

The child sleeps inside
an amethyst
She has no mouth
Four glass stairs
Lead to the outside
Her world ashine
under a gaudy full moon
golden trees,
topaz bushes
illuminated

Genre: Love, Relationship

THE AMETHYST
by Angel Edwards

The child sleeps inside
an amethyst
She has no mouth
Four glass stairs
Lead to the outside
Her world ashine
under a gaudy full moon
golden trees,
topaz bushes
illuminated
An ancient  fountain
in the centre
propels a rainbow stream clear cool water forever
She scoops some up
Breathes in the magic water
Her ghost friend Jack becomes visible again
she attempts as
always in vain
always to
his  laughter,
to embrace,to touch
Jack dressed up
like a king
golden crown
velvet purple cloak
He has holes for eyes
neither would
grow old
Never would fall in love
Only be friends
Innocent child love
for these child spirits

 

 

 

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Beautiful things, Poetry 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.

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.

 

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Broken, Poetry by Sebastian Saavedra

You lit up the day
You knew what to say
But eventually you started to fade
You lit up the room

Genre: Rhyme, Romance, Relationship

Broken
by Sebastian Saavedra

You lit up the day
You knew what to say
But eventually you started to fade
You lit up the room
When it was filled with gloom
But everyday, you showed more shade
And when you broke, it became night
And the room became dark
You ended up losing, your optimistic spark

 

 

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Porphyria’s Lover, Poetry by Arnab Dey

Walking down the alley,

Suddenly felt a strange wave;

She was strolling towards me,

Fresh out of the grave!

Genre: Rhyme, Sexy, Relationship, Romance

 

Porphyria’s Lover by Arnab Dey

 

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Walking down the alley,

Suddenly felt a strange wave;

She was strolling towards me,

Fresh out of the grave!

 

Her hair was still unkempt,

But her flesh was so intact;

Closer cometh her,

To make an eye contact.

 

Her beauty’s inexplicable,

Beyond my wild fantasy;

Then we’re behind my stone,

To find utmost secrecy.

 

And then I kissed her perfect lips,

And touched her mind & soul;

And then she lifted my spirit,

And my body came along as a whole.

 

And we’d both spirited away,

Traversed through the drunken street;

Onlooking on all the rendezvous,

And deciding where again to meet.

 

 

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Good morning dear,

It’s another day,

Try to get some sleep,

While Sun is in its full glory!

 

Good Afternoon baby,

Are you half-asleep now?

Sunlight is still out there

And church is having its last call.

 

Good evening sweetheart,

Wake up! Wake up!

Let’s start our holy night

While city’s busy relaxing.

 

Good night lover,

Hold my hand and fly away,

Touch all the graves on the way,

It’s time to spread the joy!

 

 

 

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