Category: Uncategorized

Genre: Philosophical

Arcana Compromised
by Aneza Lee

Crude scribbler of base words, crude bearer of rusted swords, smite me with a mighty blow, yet think of all the things ye’d want to know before my last breath expires. Secrets grand that lay beyond death’s gate, secrets made of death and hate, lust and fate, emptiness and the sins of the great.

Paint me a song, with artist’s brush and writer’s quill, paint it with light and shadow, if ye will. Inspiration is a slavish devotion, it cares not for appearances, it will sip from thy soul, it will sup from thy spirit and leave thee sated with it.

Drink now from the chalice that is me, speak now thy own thoughts as from the heart they do rise, like stars in velvety night skies. Inspiration, a favoured lover, a new light to discover, like a vast landscape painted in hues…

Genre: Spiritual, Society

ONE STEP
by
MORCA

From love to hate, one step

from hate to love, a thousand leagues.

From friend to enemy, one step

from enemy to friend, a thousand years.

From embryo to life, nine months

from life to death, one bullet.

From good man to bad man, one step

from bad man to good man, one eternity.

From ignorant to wise, one life

from wise to ignorant, one second.

From sun rise to sun set, one day

from sun set to sun rise, one dream.

from zero to ten, nine

from ten to zero, one.

From freedom to prisoner, one decision

from prisoner to freedom, never.

From God to the Devil, one step

from the Devil to God, ALWAYS.

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Deadline for POETRY Festival – Get your poem made into a MOVIE…

Genre: Sad, Relationship

Him
by Macy Shea

She was fire
She was the rain
She was mentally strong
He was metal
He was the air
He was physically strong
He was her motivation to get up every morning
and carry on
She was his motivation to smile everyday
and try hard
He liked her
She loved him
At first sight,
She knew she’d fall for him
He knew he’d learn something from her
Months passed,
sun shone
rain fell
wind blew
leaves shed
the green died
And suddenly,
she was in love with this boy…
he was still too stupid to see.
And her eyes grew sadder,
life was getting worse for her
Parents pitted against each other
mother drinking, smoking
father drinking, smoking
Family strained
brother drinking, smoking
grandmother sick
aunts dying
uncles already dead
Friends spread away
Oklahoma
Oregon
Nevada
but the closest one,
who used to be…

Genre: Family, War, Society

Nothing changed me
by Miriam Beza

A mountain river flowing over rocks, sometimes dry and sometimes flooding,
sometimes quiet as a lake and sometimes falling from a height,
That’s I, and nothing ever changed me.
The same sun red in summers, cold and pale in winters past, the cold unflinching moon that on and off hides behind clouds , watched over me.
The earth trembled in a rage, I did not care. Cocooned in my mother’s arms asleep and safe ,
When bombs were falling, fear and noise spread round us and I was troubled by such panic, I wet my pants. my mother smacked me hard, instead of comfort. It did not change my life.
When later on, after the war, my sister’s birth made such impact on us, my father said she is the future and I was just the past reminding of the…

Genre: Society

The Greening
by Katherine Hauswirth

When you first behold all
eighteen shades of green
kept fresh with
piped-in mist,
piled high and plush on
Brazilian hardwood,
you understand

There’s nothing like when you
roll the moist tiles of
“nature’s velvet”
in your hand

They’ve retrained truffle pigs
in Southern France
to hunt the choicest squares

Or young locals
hike deep in and
carve the green from
rims of shaded boulders
with X-acto knives

Most of us reap
our spongy sections from
the string of mossyards
squeezed between
Long Island’s
East End wineries

Where tipsy tourists pay
to roll around
on the lushest patches,
pay even more to
cut their own

All this
to feel something
spring back,
turn it over and
find clinging dirt
of black and
brilliant pedigree.

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Deadline for POETRY Festival…

Genre: Existential, War, Crime, Dark

The Clown
by Arnab Dey

As the clown entered,
Everybody laughed and clapped,
And then he started his antics,
And people were laughing hysterically,
What is they’re laughing so hard about?
Is it his idiosyncrasies?
His oddly shaped figure?
Or his pennilessness?
What is it, sir?
What time is it?
Is it dawn yet?
It’s time to go to the dock,
Will be doing an extra shift today,
’cause kids need new shoes,
It’s about dusk now,
Sun is setting over the church bell,
And the sky is going crimson to orange felt.

Again faces would be painted,
Costumes would be worn,
Antics would be performed,
What if trapeze throw him out of the net!
What if he stumbled upon the fire ring!
Thinking thus he went deep into an unknown alley,

Walls were darker,
Roads were dirtier,
No pavements existed,
No man, no cart…

Genre: Rhyme, Love, Relationship

I need someone
by Maria Francis

I need someone to talk to, but that someone has gone,
I need someone to listen, and tell me when I’m wrong.

I need a hand to guide me, through life’s eternal maze
I need a hand to wipe my tears, on sad and lonely days.

I need an audience for my tales, someone to laugh out loud.
I need someone who understands, I’m not good in a crowd.

I need someone to sit with, and watch the world go by
Someone with whom I’m comfortable, who offers no surprise.

I need my anchor, like a ship, drifting out at sea,
I need the life guard late at night, sent to rescue me.

I need the life I had before, the one when they were here,
The life that passed without a hitch, as long as they were near.

I…

Genre: Existential Crisis, Dark Things to Read When You Feel Dark Yourself, Sad, Darkness, Darkness of Soul

EVERYONE’S FINE by Marie Catalan

Forever to be mired in the reaching fingers of darkness

Anxieties

Worries

Monsters

Fears

Fear

S t a g n a n c y

Get up

Do
s o m e t h i n g

How does everybody else do it

Why does everyone else seem fine

Or are we all drowning

Twisted drowning dying inside

Shake hands force a smile

Everybody’s fine.

I am only alive when I give

Take it all

Take all of me

Drain me

Fill me

Bring me to life

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GENRE : relationship

To Timothy by
Axane Sand

My feet, my feet
Are always borderline
Never able to choose
If they should fall or climb
To the right, to the left
Up or down there’s no sign
No little help to show me
Which way to decide

My eyes, my eyes
Aren’t along the same line
Not able to agree
If they are blue or blind
To the trees, to the sea
Over and here, there’s no light
Not enough golden green
To open my pupils

My heart, my heart
Can’t hear you on the line
Not able to debate
If you are wrong or right
Through the voice, through the sound
Empty or full, nothing’s bright
No good intonation
To restart inner beats

You have taken
What was rich inside
Leaving me my lonely poor side
That’s why I’m standing on the line
I’m standing on the line

Hoping…