My Derision, Poetry by Kira Rice

My heart yearns for beauty yet I look in ruins,

my soul thirsts yet I search in barren lands,

Genre: fear, hurt, life, painful, personality, religion, inspirational and sad

My Derision
by Kira Rice

“My heart yearns for beauty yet I look in ruins,

my soul thirsts yet I search in barren lands,

my eyes long for truth yet I seek human hands,

my being hungers after fullness yet I worship emptiness.”

 

 

 

 

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Wish You Were Here, Poetry by Rajat Agrawal

While he struggled to find lexis, for their beautiful world, or the absence of,

Her smile and her shine godlike, he was eternally infatuated for,

Her voice and her poise charming, he always longed for,

As he just stood there with rapt attention towards her radiance

Genre: Painful, Sadness
“Wish You Were Here”

Happy Birthday Sweetheart” he said as he looked at her face.

That same face, whose glowing radiance akin to the shine of a hundred suns.

The very face which he can relate to his endless joys and sorrows.

The face who made his heart go wild, in all sorts of visceral pleasures.

 

“I love you” he said as he looked deep into her eyes.

His eyes wet with tears of melancholy.

His hands trembled as he held the red roses which she was always fond of.

As he fought to hold back his tears.

 

While he struggled to find lexis, for their beautiful world, or the absence of,

Her smile and her shine godlike, he was eternally infatuated for,

Her voice and her poise charming, he always longed for,

As he just stood there with rapt attention towards her radiance.

 

“Papa how much you love mummy?” their six year old toddler asked

Her voice, which seemed to echo inside his head for few minutes,

“A lot” he just replied to his daughter,

As he just watched her face, seemingly beautiful as ever.

 

But now, “C’est la vie!” he said to himself, as tears escaped his eyes

“Why are you crying daddy?” chirped his concerned daughter,

“Nothing, my darling”, replied her father,

As he carried her from the portrait of his dead wife.

– Rajat Agrawal

 

 

 

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Locking up the love, Poetry by Kaushik Roy

Genre:- Love

Locking up the love
by Kaushik Roy

You left a note stuck by the bedside
Explaining all those details
Of how things aren’t working out
Between you and me anymore
All the things you wrote
Left me wanting for more

It takes a man to win the war
That’s rages deep inside
Takes heart to look into one’s eyes
Looking for answers to questions

You were my path to nirvana
You are my stardust
So I’ll wait for you love
Until the end of time
Walk straight to edge of the world
And back into your warm embrace

All the memories we made
I carry them with me
I keep them locked inside my heart
In a box that I call hope

I wish I’d had some more time
One more chance to see that smile
Another phone call in the night
Slice of heaven over cups of tea

I won’t cry for your love
I know I have it all
Unlike dewdrops every morning
It won’t dry up in the sun
So when the night is to come
I’ll be shining in the moonshine
 

 

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The Master, Poetry by Pete Stones

‘Come up upon the wind’
roared the Master to the sails,
‘hard-a-port, aye aye sir’
echoed down the rails

Genre: Fantasy, History

The Master
by Pete Stones

‘Come up upon the wind’
roared the Master to the sails,
‘hard-a-port, aye aye sir’
echoed down the rails

the prow in tumult groaned,
tacking wildly was her shape,
his lonesome figure smirked to see
the shallows of the Cape.

Gripping to the mainmast
while the ship pitched and yawed,
‘I’ll see thee soon my friends’,
the Master madly cawed.

Wraiths upon the weather deck,
tempests in his soul,
guilt sweeping off into the sea
to be buried in the shoals.

She opened up a seam,
but the water remained at bay
ghosts like oakum stayed the wrath
as the ship did naught but sway.

While his lips did quiver in solemn prayer
to his knees the Master fell,
‘Please release from me this earthly keel,
all city, sea, and dell’

Waves arose like the fingers of God,
and by an act of grace
the Master washed away,
a smile upon his face.

 

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A Terrifying Night, Poetry by Aditya Agrawal

And as I just said that, a fresh cold terror gripped me.

I was not in the home, but inside my college dormitory

And if my terrors and horrors were not too enough,

I heard the dormitory door creak slowly open.

Genre: Fear

A Terrifying Night
by Aditya Agrawal

I was lying on the bed when the door creaked open.

In the middle of the night, who could be I thought.

As it opened wider, a blanket of horror engulfed me.

Saw a monster, in all its furious anger, rush towards me.

As I now started to react, it swiftly pinned me down.

Its fangs and claws raised, waiting to strike with a frown.

I woke up with a scream, realizing it was just a dream.

“What happened honey?” heard my mom’s voice ask me.

“Nothing, mom!” the words slipped out of my shaky lips.

And as I just said that, a fresh cold terror gripped me.

I was not in the home, but inside my college dormitory

And if my terrors and horrors were not too enough,

I heard the dormitory door creak slowly open.

 

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Family Destruction, Poetry by Barbara Hunt

She stared at it a carbon copy of herself stared back smiling exposing it’s horrible jagged teeth and a dead expression

Genre: Dark, Depression, Scary, and Family

Family Destruction
by Barbara Hunt

Dark and sinister it was as it stared down at her a devilish smile played on its lips as amusement raised in its eyes

She stared at it a carbon copy of herself stared back smiling exposing it’s horrible jagged teeth and a dead expression

This monster was of the worst in nature and as she stared at it she became cornered as it pulled her down into the depths of the underworld
Sealing her fate as no cries would ever be heard she closed her eyes delving further into the abyss she uttered it’s name in the eternal silence mourning the loss of peace

 

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CAN YOU HEAR THE TICKING MA, by Bobby Stevenson
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1, by Kindra Talley
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DEAR BULLY: A COLLECTION OF POEMS ABOUT BULLYING, by Joyce Fields
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/04/16/dear-bully-a-collection-of-poems-about-bullying-poetry-by-joyce-fields/

TO BUILD A HOME, by Stephanelle Mewouo
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/04/16/to-build-a-home-poetry-by-stephanelle-mewouo/

THE TUNNEL, by David S.
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/04/16/the-tunnel-poetry-by-david-s/

JEREMIAH 179, by Don Savant
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/04/26/jeremiah-179-poetry-reading-by-don-savant/

THE TREE OF LIFE, by Andrew Durbin
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/04/26/the-tree-of-life-poetry-by-andrew-durbin/

WHEN MINDS DANCE, by Dendra DM
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FIVE YEARS, by Vanessa F. Doce
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/04/27/five-years-poetry-reading-by-vanessa-f-doce/

A THOUGHT FO THE FARMERS, by Rajay Agrawal
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/04/27/a-thought-for-the-farmers-poetry-by-rajat-agrawal/

12 QUESTIONS FOR MY SOUL MATE, by Hussein Hill
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THE FEAR I HATE, by Alayah Esotera
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/04/27/the-fear-i-hate-poetry-by-alayah-esotera/

THE MAIN IN THE ELEVATOR, by Zach Smith
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/04/27/the-man-in-the-elevator-poetry-by-zach-smith/

LIVING IN COLOR, by Emani Barton
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/04/27/living-in-color-poetry-by-emani-barton/

THE HEARTLESS AND THE HOMELESS, by Carlyn Soulei Thomas
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/04/27/the-heartless-and-the-homeless-poetry-by-carlyn-soulei-thomas/

THE LAST HUMAN TO HAVE LIVED, by Mudeet Arora
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The last human to have lived, Poetry by Mudeet Arora

Eyes showing a moonlit night,
Under the shadows of insanity,
He and his conscience got into a fight,
He had nothing to lose, nothing to pity,
After all, he has no one in his sight,
The world had lost everything,
Everything that seemed pretty.

Genre: Forced Motivation

The last human to have lived
by Mudeet Arora

Eyes showing a moonlit night,
Under the shadows of insanity,
He and his conscience got into a fight,
He had nothing to lose, nothing to pity,
After all, he has no one in his sight,
The world had lost everything,
Everything that seemed pretty.

He saw the world pass by,
In front of his closed eyes
Nothing he could do but try,
Try and try till he himself dies.

He had the world at his feet,
Many of you would take it
But he, he lived the life of a lover,
He could only express and could never fake it.

He cursed himself
He hit himself
All of the world seemed of no value to him,
He tried to kill himself
But his hands trembled like an adolescent’s first swim.

All he needed was to see a face
But this wasn’t a clue,
This wasn’t a game
All that was beloved,
There was no trace.

He sat in his final night,
He saw death dancing by all horizons,
His eyes lit up at the sight of death,
It was the first feeling he had for eons.

Death gently sat beside him
Intending to have a conversation
“Finally you’re here”, he said with a grin,
As his body felt cold…
When death made its embrace,
He remembered all the good he did,
Looking into death’s eyes,
Not for a moment his conscience slipped.

His smile cast a storm,
In that moment, he asked death…
This is all of what his last words could give…
“How does it feel to take away
The last human to have lived?”

 

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THE HEARTLESS AND THE HOMELESS, Poetry by Carlyn Soulei Thomas

Homeless woman on the street

No place to sleep, no bread to eat
Dragging her feet through the cars of the train,
In an awkward run, begs for change to maintain

THE HEARTLESS AND THE HOMELESS
By: Carlyn Soulei Thomas

Homeless woman on the street
No place to sleep, no bread to eat
Dragging her feet through the cars of the train,
In an awkward run, begs for change to maintain

Poverty knows no color, no creed
Still the rich wants more, beyond what they need
While the poor, still poorer
Prays for the day they’ll get over

Such a disgrace, such a shame
And I’m partly to blame

See, I’ve been those staring eyes
Those friendly smiles in disguise,
While disgusted, I’m feeling inside
As they pass, my legs pull aside
Hold my breath,
While fighting the urge to get upset

Deep inside, I’ve been unkind
Though to lend a hand, I never mind
Human nature? Or just plain immature?
Still the matter at hand,
Crucial, but buried beneath the sand

Take a minute to listen and you’ll understand

The world is like Jack and Jill
And almost everything is treated with a pill
Society has a lot of missing screws
Recession has everyone singing the blues
The freedom to choose has been abused
And now we live in a world confused

Still day after day I aim to change,
Though obstacles hit at every range

Kindness is contagious
But hand in hand goes no further than being written on pages
Current events are more and more outrageous
Are you brave enough to face it?

“A single act of kindness throws out roots in all directions and the roots spring up and make new trees.”
-Amelia Earhart

#hope #life #love

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Living In Color, Poetry by Emani Barton

Genre: Society, Life

Living In Color
by Emani Barton

The melanin of your skin

Isn’t what defines you

Though, they’ve already created an image

Of who you’re supposed to be…

Barbaric, so in ways they’ll confine you

And judge you off of the colors that they see

They don’t see beyond your melanin

To understand who you are

They just know that you’re not equal

From picking cotton

To leaking blood from each scar

Mastered by the evil

They’ll paint a picture of you

Using your color as a weapon

Formed against you

Then try to defeat your purpose

Of fighting for your rights to be equal

The pessimistic thought

Of being turned down, is far too familiar

In a society where if your skin is brown

You’re looked at as peculiar

Supposed to be a nation

where we all stand united

But if they really cared for our people

George Zimmerman would’ve been indicted

If it were the other way around

They’d say that Tray were a beast

Yet here we go again, telling another brother

To Rest In Peace

Young black male with skittles and iced tea

Wrongfully accused of being a threat

To society, there is no justice

Which leads to a city of riots and ruckus

But the story lives on and so does the pain

Trayvon Martin, We’ll remember your name

When you are one of color

This is your reality

Something you deal with

On a day to day basis

We are victims of police brutality

They kill our people

Then dismiss the cases

Every chance they have, they’ll pull you over

Even when you’re within the speed limit

And if you drive a Bimmer or Range Rover

They’ll suspect that you have drugs in it

So they’ll ask you to step out

And expect you to let them search your car

You know your rights

So you stay where you are

They proceed to harass you

As they’re standing outside of your door

You begin to remind them

Of Amendment number four

“There is no probable cause to insinuate that my vehicle may contain any evidence of a crime. Believe me officer, you’re wasting your time”

They’re thrown off by your response of knowing your rights, and intimidated by your courage to stand up and fight.

“I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU IN COURT!”

Said the late Sandra Bland. After being slammed to ground by a white man. Who pulled her over for failing to indicate, then yanked her out of her car, and tried to insinuate, that she would kick and scream and was downright rebellious, but in all actuality that woman was helpless. They took her to jail, and left her to die. Then couldn’t even tell us how she died or why

until an autopsy report ruled it was suicide, But if you ask me, they killed her because of her pride. They took away her rights and left her with no choice. She’s not here to defend herself So we’ll just have to be her voice.

They’ll abuse our people, we’ll get it on camera, but still…That wouldn’t be enough. They’ll excuse their behavior get a pat on the back for dealing with our people so rough.

43 year old asthmatic father of six, accused of allegedly selling untaxed cigarettes, by the same officer who made him feel harassed, Which was the same officer who choked him while he gasped “I can’t breathe” over and over, But still smothers him relentlessly until he lost complete composure. We stand here today, sending condolences and saying “Rest In Peace” To Eric Garner who lost his life in the custody of the police. Just like Freddie Gray, who died from unnecessary force because police officers decided to throw him in the back of the van aggressively

with no remorse, but before all of that, they bent his legs back while pressing their knee into his neck all because he’s black. They tried to say it was because of his possession of an illegal knife meanwhile they arrested him before the knife was even in sight he cried out in pain, while being dragged across the floor, then furthermore sustained injuries from not being secured. He went into a coma and fractured his spine and instead of rushing to his needs they just took their time. It’s not fair, but they don’t care. They never loved our people we’ve always been aware.

Living in color has many ups, but more downs because even with your hands up, you get shot like Mike Brown. Who surrendered the fight that was becoming intense against an officer that shot him and claimed self defense. He fired six times and twice to the head which was the last two shots that left Brown dead. If it were us behind the gun, they wouldn’t cut any slack. They’d look at what was done and the fact that we’re black. Then that would be enough for them to throw us away, there would be justice for that victim the very next day. They wouldn’t hesitate for a minute to take away our rights and they’ll even find reasons to justify taking our lives.

12 year old boy playing with a pellet gun, another regular day in the park just having some toy fun. Until a call was made that he could potentially be holding a pistol, though the message was relayed, they forgot to mention “POTENTIAL”. So when the two police officers arrived to the scene, they let off two shots immediately. They didn’t even check to see if the gun was real, although Tamir lifted his shirt to try and reveal that the gun was just a toy and he didn’t mean any harm. So there wasn’t any reason for anyone to be alarmed, but they didn’t give him a chance to prove the gun was fake. They later discovered that part when it was too late. The officer lied a numerous amount of times About the procedures he failed to take which ended Tamir’s life. But no one was punished for the situation that occurred and no justice for the family for the pain they’ve endured.

Police brutality has been an issue within black communities for years. The law is meant to protect our people not have us living in fear. We aren’t privileged because of the color of our skin in this society, they make it hard for our people to win. The melanin of our skin isn’t what defines us though, the melanin of our skin is what made us tough. We can do anything if we just believe all of our goals can and will be achieved. They tell us we can’t do it and we should give up, but we’ve been thru it to know that enough is enough. They think we are animals, uneducated and ignorant. They look at our faces then automatically pass judgment. We will no longer allow anyone to hold us back, We are proud of how far we’ve come and proud to be Black. If we just stick together and keep love in our hearts, there’s nothing this world can do to tear us apart.

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