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MY KING, Poetry Nissi Odewumi

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Genre – Hurt

MY KING – Nissi Odewumi

*Written from the point of view of an insecure friend*

You were my king,

I was your jester.

I was your today,

You were my forever.

You were my all,

I was your “something”.

I defended you,

When everyone rumored you were nothing,

I told them, you were something.

It’s so funny,

How you laughed at me,

When I wasn’t looking.

How you made a fool of me,

When my back was facing you.

But was I to believe those people who cautioned me against you,

And those your sweet little words,

That came out of your pretty little mouth.

I don’t know what to believe anymore.

You told me I was your queen,

But deep down, I knew I was just one of your conquests.

It would have done me better, if you hadn’t got me emotionally invested.

If you had…

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For Creativity, Poetry Tofunmi Kupoluyi

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Genre: Mentor, Relationship

For Creativity

Tofunmi Kupoluyi

See, I believe it’s only natural that I dedicate this to an individual who saw me through

An unthinkable miracle, this thing between me and you

Who knew that there could be a channel like Audiri to help share my views

All that’s new, even this story of how we grew?

And developed,

I was once made to believe you only belonged to a select few

The gifted, the creatives, and sadly TK, that’s not you

So I approached you and said:

Hey my name is Tofunmi, and I’d love to write some poetry

I’m talentless but please believe that doing so will mean the world to me

And I have tried to honestly,

But the rhymes and I just don’t agree

And my apparent lack of harmony,

Has destroyed my chances to a great

degree

See I decreed on New Years’ eve…

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Do you know what love is?, Poetry by Marcelo Moraes Caetano

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Genre: Love, Rhyme

Do you know what love is?

Marcelo Moraes Caetano

Our love, our reason
to exist: a heart without prison.

When we love, we are crimson
creatures in the shadows; weak bones.

we are masters and disciples,
walking without vehicles;

we stopped without care,
we love, even if we are not beloved; we dare.

we go from wave to wave, their sound,
following: the earth is round;

Do we know what to do?
For a moment, nothing but living soon.

We are fugitive wishes
hideout. Clean dishes.

Love is giving the other side
because only one never reborn; it glides.

Love is having your fingers in paradise
and the feet blind, without notice, in lies.

Nobody knows what love is,
nobody knows, only if we love. Only he sees.

Love makes us supreme; though,
even giants, we still grow …

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Deadline: FREE…

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Watch the July 2016 Poetry Readings

Watch the poetry readings from July 2016.

These Shoes – Poetry Reading by Latonia Sears

Vntitlxd – Poetry Reading by Xzaviar Allen

SUBLIME LOVE – Poetry Reading by Bindu Midha

MONET – Poetry Reading by Caroline Clemens

Tooth and Nail – Poetry Reading by Dudley Clarence Sturgis IV

My Life Tumbled and I Fell – Poetry Reading by A Goomer

9 VERSUS LOVE – Poetry Reading by Karoline Lehner

The Eternal Dance – Poetry Reading by Michelle B Assor

Poem For Tranquility – Poetry Reading by JoyAnne O’Donnell

North of Tombstone, 3 A M – Poetry Reading by Doug Stanfield

What My Parent’s Gave Me, Poetry by Ada Castle

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Genre: Family, Love, Relationship

What My Parent’s Gave Me

by Ada Castle

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…

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Love – A Mystical Paradox, Love Poetry by Somali K Chakrabarti

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Part of the 2016 LOVE Poetry Festival.

Love – A Mystical Paradox

A fuzzy feeling had tiptoed in

To silently grasp me in its grip

I found myself waiting to catch a glimpse

Cherishing hours of endless larks and talks

Holding hands in the alley on walks,

Relishing the whiff of a life giving zephyr,

Love!!

Your intense gaze fixed on my face,

I lost myself in your entrancing embrace,

With an impulsive zeal our lips had met

In a gush of yearning, I was swept

Like a paper boat in the sea, I kept

Swirling on a colossal tide of desire,

Love!!

Riddles arose, riddles were solved,

Two souls merged, egos dissolved,

Playing the sweetest harmony of its kind,

In a communion of body and mind.

I discovered myself vibrant, alive,

Drinking the magical elixir,

Love!!

Love, the panacea for odds of life

Yet, was the reason…

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These Shoes – Poetry Reading by Latonia Sears

It came to me that people judge from a outward observation of another human being. Instead of finding out who that person really is inside and out. I think everyone has worth I don’t care what their circumstances are at that moment of our encounter.

Poetry performed by actor Val Cole.

THESE SHOES by Latonia Sears

Get to know poetry writer Latonia Sears:

1) What is the theme of your poem?

2) How would you like people to respond when they read or watch your poetry reading?

I would like for them to be inspired and think about how a person can be looked down on because of his appearance. Or because he is not what some would consider something special in this world.

3) How long have you been writing poetry?

6 years

4) Do you have a favorite poet?

Maya Angelou

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

Because I don’t know of any other site that offers the kind of exposure that the poetry festivals gives virtually unknown poets and writers.

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

Yes I have 2 self published novels. Also working on a new book I would like to release in the fall. I love writing anything of any nature and subject.

7) What is your passion in life?

Writing

Vntitlxd – Poetry Reading by Xzaviar Allen

Poetry performed by actor Val Cole.Va

Vntitlxd by Xzaviar Allen

Get to know poet Xzaviar Allen:

1) What is the theme of your poem?

The theme of my poems was sexual intercourse. A vulgar/inappropriate subject maybe, but the inspiration behind the pieces drove me to write in such a way.

2) How would you like people to respond when they read or watch your poetry reading?

I’m not sure how people will react to these particular poems; people usually like them, but it depends on who’s reading.

3) How long have you been writing poetry?

I wrote my first poem in the fifth grade. Ive been hooked ever since.

4) Do you have a favorite poet?

My favorite poets are modern-age poets. J Cole, Kendrick Lamar, Drake, Jay Z, Kanye West, etc. Hip Hop is a form of poetry; I write my “poems” as though they were song lyrics.

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

I found out about WILDsound kind of randomly; I thought it couldn’t hurt to submit my work to somebody. Maybe they’ll like it!

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

I wrote a short story in college for a class project; I wouldn’t mind writing a script though. I guess it depends on what mood I’m in and what inspiration I have at the moment.

7) What is your passion in life?

My true passions in life are poetry and music; even so, I am skilled in other areas. I currently serve my country as a soldier in the United States Army.

Flickering lights, Poetry by Silfath Pinto

A trail of Flickering lights
In the depth of the dark night
I dream of wings to fly
Dancing with the warm lights
Forgetting what’s wrong or right

Genre: Inspirational

Flickering lights by Silfath Pinto

Sparkling stars in the sky

A trail of Flickering lights

In the depth of the dark night

I dream of wings to fly

Dancing with the warm lights

Forgetting what’s wrong or right

Little girl mesmerized by

A vision of love so bright

Her heart beaming in the night

As her soul twirls in the sky

Enchantment is her birthright

She is creating a sky of delights

Soon we will say goodbye

So Why wait for a white knight

Why waste moments of pure delights

For now let’s just look in sky

Calling for the Goddess Aphrodite

Living in ecstasy before daylight

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She wanted to…, Poetry by s_andra_91

She wanted to erase the traces of his lips from her lips.

She wanted for his touch to disappear, touch that she still feels on her skin.

She wanted to forever forget all the words that he ever said.

She wanted to erase all their shared memories.

Genre: Love

She wanted to…, poetry by s_andra_91

She wanted to erase the traces of his lips from her lips.

She wanted for his touch to disappear, touch that she still feels on her skin.

She wanted to forever forget all the words that he ever said.

She wanted to erase all their shared memories.

She wanted to be able to eradicate from the heart what she feels for him

even if that means that she will never feel anything for the rest of life again.

Because it was too painful what he was waking in her.

Just the mention of his name and chills appear and all wounds open again.

The wounds which will never heal no matter how hard she tries.

She needed an antidote against him.

An antidote called oblivion.

Because she does not know how to otherwise delete him from her memories.

To banish him so he never could be part of her again.

Because he was all to her.

Her first and her last…

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