This woman wants her right She has silenced her shout But not one can silence those eyes The depth of what she sees She screams her pain in musical notes Standing powerful Strong and true Do not censorship her Her dreams, her thoughts, her voice Her mighty wings, her heart, her […]
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Read Poem: Before It’s Too Late, by John T Leonard — POETRY FESTIVAL. Submit to site for FREE. Submit for actor performance. Submit poem to be made into film.
Would any good come of it if I wasn’t here? If fate has its way, my end could be near. In this moment of confusion it’s so hard to make sense, I can’t fathom out what is future or past tense. The mistakes of the past are vivid in my mind, I am so lost […]
Read Poem: SLEEP MY FRIEND, by Kat Lehmkuhl — POETRY FESTIVAL. Submit to site for FREE. Submit for actor performance. Submit poem to be made into film.
Poetry Reading: NIBBLES, by Sebastian Hales — POETRY FESTIVAL. Submit to site for FREE. Submit for actor performance. Submit poem to be made into film.
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Poetry Reading: INNA BFLAT, by Sharon M. Musgrave — POETRY FESTIVAL. Submit to site for FREE. Submit for actor performance. Submit poem to be made into film.
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Poetry Reading: Before It’s Too Late, by John T. Leonard — POETRY FESTIVAL. Submit to site for FREE. Submit for actor performance. Submit poem to be made into film.
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Read Poetry: SUNSHINE IN HER EYES, by Hope S. Brown — POETRY FESTIVAL. Submit to site for FREE. Submit for actor performance. Submit poem to be made into film.
She entered the globe with a poker face wary of worldly lies, regardless she had dreams to chase for she had sunshine in her eyes. She looked at them, withholding herself placing her feet gingerly, and knew those dreams had a price to pay which she cannot tip niggardly. What’s a vision without the action […]
