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Genre: Life
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There sitting beside you.
You look into his eyes and see a mirror or a bottomless well
Either way you can’t tell
Who’s there
In that chair.
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Genre: LOVE
Love is an evil, evil thing. When you fall in love, you literally fall. You crash to the ground and every last bone in your body breaks. But you don’t notice because you have this beautiful boy whispering sweet nothings in your ear and giving you butterflies when he kisses your forehead, so nothing else matters. Then he leaves. He leaves, and you feel it. You feel every broken bone as if they’re breaking all over again. Your chest caves in and you find yourself crying hysterically in your car at 4am, desperately gasping for air that doesn’t taste like him, and trying to hold your broken bones together. But his old t-shirts don’t work as a cast; wrapping them around yourself won’t fix the craters in your ribs. Nothing will stop the aching; nothing will fix the hole in your heart that love has dug.
I always…
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Genre: Love, Relationship, Rhyme
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These fines lines
In light strokes
Are sketched with
A trembling brush
Tears are shed
Without intention
Impermanence
A recurrent figure
In the symmetry of cycles
Where codes order
The world chaos
A touch of purple
For a blade of grass
Who knows
Where the storm comes from
Who knows
Where love will go
Dessin
Ces traits fins
Cette touche légère
Le pinceau tremble
Les larmes coulent
Où est l’intention ?
Impermanence
Un chiffre répété
Cycle ou symétrie
L’ordre des codes
Le chaos des mondes
Un brin de pourpre
Pour un brin d’herbe
Qui sait d’où vient
La tempête
Qui sait où s’en va
L’amour
© Rebecca Behar
Paris
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Deadline January 10th. Submit a poem that’s about the YEAR 2016 and get it made into a movie.
Accepting any poetry in any genre or length that’s about YEAR 2016 in any way.
All poems will be posted on this network. Over 95,000 unique visitors a day. The winning poem will have their poetry made into a movie. SPECIAL NOTE: Every single entry will get their poetry performed by a professional actor and made into a video.
The RULES are simple:
1. Write a POEM that’s about the YEAR 2016. Send it to this contest for $20 and it will be POSTED on this site guaranteed for 100,000s to see. Plus, every entry will get their poetry performed at the festival and made into a video. (you own all rights to this poem and whenever you want it taken down, send us an email).
2. Email your POEM to submission@festivalforpoetry.com
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Genre: Society, Rhyme
Sometimes I know the sky is not happy
But I besiege them to hold back tears
Sometimes I buy myself some fancy wears
For how you appear tags you a price
Sometimes I know the universe is boring
But the sun has no choice but to smile
.
Sometimes I say my thoughts so loud
Because someone might hold them dear
Sometimes I learn new and stylish steps
For we don’t define beauty on one spot
Sometimes I know how far I am from love
But I cloth some poems in charming words
.
Sometimes I hold on to my mother’s eyes
Even though they won’t stay there forever
Sometimes I give father some clear shots
So I may hold his grin till the end of time
Sometimes I let my mind do the cries
Because none of these memories will last
.
Sometimes I wish these times never end
Even though I see better days coming
Sometimes I hope I can change the past
For I have seldom made mama smile
Sometimes I do not find meaning to these words
But I write them so I may have my peace
.
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Micheal Ace
#magicalpoe
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Genre: Rhyme, Life
Fontanelle
Clocks have been stripped from all walls
as well as all forgotten gods
in an orchestrated effort to disorient us all
in the cylindrical silver corridor where time abides
in its own loneliness almost absent at this time
Even the eyes of my eyes cannot trace
how long it has lasted & how far it will stretch its
long thin limbs It is not available for questioning at this time
At this time we cannot say or guess
the trajectory of flashes on/off
to open wide eyelids & shut them down again
The space between seconds is
interminable unbearable at times & the length of
my spine immeasurable this moment
The crown of my head quietly lifting off
of its own volition
Fragile circle of my fontanelle The point of gentle
pressure from below The tiniest bit of dust is
all I am capable of carrying at times
My questions sing in an unbroken flow of
legato notes a melody of urgency
toward a certain yet forever unexpected end
The rest is silence he said & let go of his breath
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Genre: Minimalism
Shredded heart bleeds blue
high and isolated
she is her own muse.
Sinking in whisky
headed up to desolation,
betrayed yet easy to wield,
standing next to misery.
She is ophelia
Belongs to a forbidden town.
a victim and stressed lover,
stumbled and floundered
innocence died with her virgin blood
youth is now aged bride
exaggerate some wailing groove.
Sings and weeps
scars and tattoos shine
her unadorned and blazed ancient beauty
ushers to vanity and delusions
She slept with a dethroned prince
kiss and undress that ample girl
tried to be faded by singing celtic song
accused by unforgiven deeds of others
from isolation ophelia headed upto desolation.
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Genre: Death, Family, Hope, Hurt, Inspirational, Love, Painful, Philosophical, Relationships, Sad,
Little Girl Lost
Diana – Princess of Wales
by
Patricia Poulos
She was shy
But beneath that ‘little girl’ exterior
she was strong
She was only nineteen
She did not know how to react
to worldly situations which
involved her heart
She had not the experience
of older women
Nor the manner
in dealing with the experiences
she would encounter
as a married woman
The Fairy-tale Princess
She could not have envisaged
the torment she would suffer
Her father departed
The only person
upon whom to rely
for every aspect of her being
would share his affections
with another
She would have no one
to help carry her load
Yet the other had two
men to satisfy her desires
She had
nowhere to turn
Trapped
like a small animal in a cage
held high
for all to see
She was so young
She could not have seen
the murkiness of the waters
which would eventually engulf her
Waters in which
she would eventually drown
There is no precedent of decorum
for those
whose hearts have been shattered
No right nor wrong written
to guide the broken hearted
Just a stumble and fall
with no one to hold
Only the lesson
after the act
All too late
She was vulnerable
The weight of her burden
caused her to hold
onto any attention given
She would be
betrayed
again and again
Coerced into telling
… if more people knew
the burden would ease
But the children
would be left
with the burden of life
without her
The kiss and tell lover
revealed the intimacy of her trust
Now everyone knew
their inner-most secrets
Once released
the burden grew
An uncontrollable monster
which cannot be re-caged
A dictator
which commands response
She was left naked
Her soul was bared
The lessons were being learned
All would sympathize
But sympathy is hollow
it contains no substance
it provides no sustenance
The whole world knows
the shame has now spread
But this was not the intent
She knew not
what next to do
She craved for the promises made
Not to be kept
The Fairy-tale end
was not so to be
Then God
took pity
on this Little girl lost
and took her to Him
Perhaps now in death
she will end the tale
and live
Happily Ever After.
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