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Bitter-Sweet, Poetry by Angel Victoria

Genre: Love, Pain, Sad, Romantic, Friendship, Hurt

Bitter-Sweet
by Angel Victoria

Never thought that I’d fall for you
Though I kind of wish that I didn’t knew
Cause I know you won’t ever look my way
And it pains me yet, I still pray
Always thinking of what will I do
Shall I tell you, what I feel for you?

Never will I forget those moments we had
Those little memories with you isn’t so bad
Cause whem I’m with you every second counts
Just like those moments that are unforgettable one’s.

You make my day full of surprises
Like a roller coaster that falls and rises
And just like every ride has its own ending
So, this time maybe I should stop hoping.

This would be the last time, I’ll think of you
As I wrote this poem for you
I would like to say those three words to you
Hope they would reach you, I Love You.
 

 

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Pieces Of You, Poetry by Hansteven Selfa

I find pieces of you in distorted cosmic dusts
In falling stars, I see your name so bright
You are the street signs, whenever I am lost
When you’re here, everything feels so right.

Genre: Rhyme, Love, Romance

Pieces Of You
by Hansteven Selfa

I find pieces of you in distorted cosmic dusts
In falling stars, I see your name so bright
You are the street signs, whenever I am lost
When you’re here, everything feels so right.

I figure you in a notional painting
Discover you between the pages of my book
In a quandary, you are the silver lining
I find pieces of you wherever I look.

You are the star I vision in the sky
And you’re also the yellow in the rainbow I see
You are the eagle I find up high
You are everywhere I’ll be.

 

 

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The Ultimate Misunderstanding, Poetry by Stephanie Marie

I could never seem to grasp the concept of a parent disregarding the life of their very offspring. What could possibly be so enticing that one feels the need to abandon such a personal creation of art?

Genre: Family, Life, Pain

The Ultimate Misunderstanding
by Stephanie Marie

I could never seem to grasp the concept of a parent disregarding the life of their very offspring. What could possibly be so enticing that one feels the need to abandon such a personal creation of art? Imagine the very moment when unconditional love is full of conditions. The emptiness, the guilt, the fault that fills within the innocence. Something like the very laws of physics losing its credibility. Tell me how one isn’t to change when the very being who is appointed your love source, your example, your creator, resigns the position. When the responsibility of love vanishes, so do the generations to follow. A world where one gives up their life to a worthy being . . only, the being is pushing you into death’s arms willingly. Damage, baffling. Repair, resistant. Like a bird nursed to health and having its wings clipped off during their very first flight. You left me injured.

I forgive mistakes. I forgive failed attempts. An absence is something I will not condone. I made a promise to myself ages ago that I would not accept such a lack of presence. As nothing more that a person, I am deserving. One could say it’s my fault for expecting you to remain the same person. So forgive me for not finding it in my heart to forgive you, or don’t. My life shall carry on without the weight.

 

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If I Was President, Poetry by Molimau Fatu

This country would actually
Cherish the diversity
It has instead of using it
Like an illusion of unity
Only to earn dollars
Building it not from the bloodshed
Of genocides and chains of slavery
But use the gift of each civilization

Genre: Political, Society, Life

 If I Was President 
by Molimau Fatu
This country would actually 
Cherish the diversity 
It has instead of using it 
Like an illusion of unity 
Only to earn dollars 
Building it not from the bloodshed 
Of genocides and chains of slavery 
But use the gift of each civilization 
To develop the master plan 
Of true unity and love from 
The Most High to not think of 
Greed and actually help out each other 
As life is already difficult 
To treat everyone as human beings 
Regardless of skin color 
Or how much you have 
To have no more homeless 
No more wars 
No more Federal Reserve 
No more FBI 
No more CIA 
No more secret societies planning agendas to kill the people of the world 
No more private prisons 
More schools that actually teach something that we use in real life 
More music that uses words to inspire 
 
 
To guide the youth 
To become more aware 
More consciously and creative 
With joy to live 
Life not enslaved by anything 
But free knowing that 
They won’t have to look over your shoulder 
Yet, visioning a Samoan with his formal ie lavalava on 
With his chocolate thick mocha wife, 
Her dreads all out 
Sundress with big glowing earrings 
And a smile comforting as the sunset 
Usos cooking outside with the rocks 
Making bbq chicken and ribs 
Peeling the skin from the taros 
With the white house no longer being white 
Now in living color 
With melanin and Polynesian blood 
Flowing rhythmically 
With all cultures of the world 
As the women display their beauty 
By that walk of confidence 
Hips moving side to side 
Hair blowing through the breeze 
The aroma so pleasant and strong 
You become mesmerized 
 
 
By the hospitality 
By having a real person as president 
Not some paid puppet 
Of wealthy private bankers 
Then……. 
Damn 
I wake up 
And say 
Only if I were president 
 
 

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FAMILY DESTRUCTION, by Barbara Hunt
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/04/28/family-destruction-poetry-by-barbara-hunt/

A TERRIFYING NIGHT, by Aditya Agrawal
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/04/28/a-terrifying-night-poetry-by-aditya-agrawal/

THE MASTER, by Pete Stones
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/04/28/the-master-poetry-by-pete-stones/

LOCKING UP THE LOVE, by Kaushik Roy
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/04/28/locking-up-the-love-poetry-by-kaushik-roy/

WISH YOU WERE HERE, by Rajat Agrawal
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/04/28/wish-you-were-here-poetry-by-rajat-agrawal/

MY DERISION, by Kira Rice
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/04/29/my-derision-poetry-by-kira-rice/

EASTER MONDAY, by May E. Latela
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/04/29/easter-monday-poetry-by-mary-e-latela/

WORDS, by Dillen George
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/04/29/words-poetry-by-dillen-george/

THE GOSSIPING TREE, by Darren Finlinson
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/04/29/the-gossiping-tree-poetry-by-darren-finlinson/

THE TART, N.B. Mpila
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/05/06/the-tart-poetry-by-n-b-mpila/

EVAPORATE, Tina Shields Kerr
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/05/06/evaporate-poetry-by-tina-shields-kerr/

ODE TO THE WRITE, by Siza Sibiya
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/05/06/ode-to-the-writer-poetry-by-siza-sibiya/

DADDY WARM ME UP, by Lexys Yocom
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/05/06/daddy-warm-me-up-poetry-by-lexys-yocom/

WHOLE LIFE, by Saoda Reza
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/05/06/whole-life-poetry-by-saoda-reza/

THE COWARDLY LIONESS, by Ruth Bowley
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/05/06/the-cowardly-lioness-poetry-by-ruth-bowley/

PILLAR OF THE COMMUNITY, by Monia Helene Thomas
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/05/06/pillar-of-the-community-poetry-by-monica-helene-thomas/

WEATHERED, by Andrew Stump
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/05/06/weathered-poetry-by-andrew-stump/

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The Tart, Poetry by N.B. Mpila

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Genre: Love, Rhyme

The Tart

by N.B Mpila

Do you believe in love?
Then how come you be living (believing) lust?
Ever read James 1 verse 15 how lust easily gives birth to sin!?
Is that the song you want to sing?
Let those niggas play your broken heart trying to be a legend!
Building memories you cannot re-member
Like who broke your heart?
Who took your virginity?
Who loved you first?
Who lied at you first?
Or who fucked you last?
How many niggas had their dick penetrating your private part?
Is it still private or public?
Do you even cry?
Or pain is now sweet as music?
Let my questions remind you who you originally is
Before all this happened
Before you had no house
Before nobody cared
Before your 8th abortion
Before you lost a heart
Before you changed your name
Before you forgot to shine
Before…

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Evaporate, Poetry by Tina Shields-Kerr

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Genre: Cycle of Life

Evaporate
by Tina Shields-Kerr

Love…that’s where we start

Up there in the bright blue sky

Up there in the evening twilight

Up there in the Milky Way

Ah… but gravity…yes gravity

Gravity pulls…gravity drags

Down, down, down we go…like a raindrop

Dust sticking…dust tainting

The patient puddle waits

A foreboding lake…full of raindrops

Full of lost love, dust, and gravity

Ah…but the sun…yes the sun

The sun is loyal…the sun is warm

The sun comes back…the sun takes you home

Rise little raindrop…rise I say

Back to the sky…back to love…back to the warmth

Gravity…hah…what is that anyway?

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Ode to the Writer, Poetry by Siza Sibiya

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GENRE: Inspirational

Ode to the Writer
by Siza Sibiya

Play you noted Lyricists!
Let not your lyrics be missed!
Your silence is the frequency,
Enticed by a laced melody
Condemned in a rhythmic spell
Only time will really tell
Your lyrical harmony
Etched in life’s symphony

Oh, Hail! Or Hale! Kings of speech!
May your words reign or rain on minds inpeach
Let knowledge rule as you teach
You are to blame for the popular fiction
And the lost hip hop depiction
Your vowel movement is the mission
As they are turning to wrong station

So arise oh sons of scribes!
Let not fame be your weakening bribes
The mystery is your story is still empty
But the words to be written are plenty
I plant thee in the soil of possibility
Growing history in eternity
Let the acclaimed awaiting your spark, put page to flame,
Illuminating the shame where…

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Daddy Warm Me Up, Poetry by Lexys Yocom

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Genre: Family, Relationship

Daddy Warm Me Up
by: Lexys Yocom

Daddy I am cold
The blankets of mommy’s words can’t warm me up
The millions of goosebumps on my skin
Each a minute thinking of where you went
Why can’t I find comfort?

Daddy I’m chilly
The fire of passion I have to find you can’t warm me up
The chills going down my spine
Each a thought of what you might sound like if you said my name
Why can’t I find comfort?

Daddy I’m bleak
The space heater of support from my peers and family can’t warm me up
The many breaths I have taken of frigid air
Each a moment I thought I should waste my oxygen on asking mommy if I could see you
Why can’t I find comfort?

Daddy I’m frosty
The warm hot chocolate of other boys’ attention can’t warm me up
The hundreds…

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