GOD’S Pursuit, Poetry by BW 4 Christ

My prayers need answers

Answers that I seek

For a strong soul that is often meek

That pursuit doesn’t always take me to YOUR book

Genre: Rhyme, Spiritual

GOD’S Pursuit by BW 4 Christ

 

My prayers need answers

Answers that I seek

For a strong soul that is often meek

That pursuit doesn’t always take me to YOUR book

For I never know where to look

Sometimes it’s in the course of a day

That the answers come across my way

Other times it’s in YOUR pursuit of me

That you use the things I see

For YOU created me visually

It’s in the trees so strong and tall

It’s written on walls

Maybe a program on TV

Music that strikes the very heart of me

YOUR pursuit, YOUR woo, YOUR courtship, OUR relationship

All depends on the answers that I seek

For that soul that’s strong but often meek

That sometimes needs a wake up call

The cause for that fall

Just so I have no choice but to look up before the ground swallows me whole

And I lose that strong soul

That YOU created from the beginning

Set in a fallen world of free will

That keeps on sinning

Answers that it continuously seeks

A soul forced to be made weak

YOUR pursuit to capture just so YOU can make it free

Looks into the very heart of me

Patiently silently knocks at the door

With hope once more

Expecting just once chance

To break down the walls with no romance

Strongholds that were built in more than one night

Gave the devil his delight

Holding on to the lock and key

Swallowed up everything

No peace, self-control, hope or joy

Permanently scarred grown humans that used to be girls and boys

But that pursuit that YOU do

If we allow ourselves to be captured

We’ll be stuck to YOU

Living life more abundantly

Made whole and free

Strongholds washed away

Peace, joy, hope and all the other good fruit here to stay

No matter if it rains wet

But YOU dry with just YOUR breathe

Cause YOUR pursuit means we have met

That pursuit means the thrill is never gone

Away goes those sad songs

Cause YOU have reached and mended the very heart of me

YOUR pursuit, woo, courtship, relationship says

 

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WHIMSICAL PIMP, Poetry by Maria Lopez

When i see him in the morning
Reminds me of an old song,
Sinatra and gipsy kings
And motown
And rock n’ roll.

Genre: Life

WHIMSICAL PIMP by Maria Lopez

When i see him in the morning

Reminds me of an old song,
Sinatra and gipsy kings
And motown
And rock n’ roll.

Strange mixture of a man
I could call him retro freak,
With his broad wing hat
And red shoes,
Off he goes with his rythm stick.

You should see him
Through my eyes…

My neighbourhood is soo boring,
So bloody traditional,
so mass sunday mornings,
So gossip and hypocritical,
So old ladies with their trolleys
And their god blessed doggies.

That im so grateful for his colours,
His raven black hair,
At 70 something
His tight jeans, his big head.

Every morning
As I pass by,
He will sing me a tune
Mixture of flamenco and jazz.
… and he doesnt know it
But he paints me a smile.
For when i am old
As old as this woman will be,
I want to be outrageous

Just like the whimsical pimp.

 

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Cockroaches Are Precocious, Poetry by C.P. Hickey

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Genre: Funny

“Cockroaches Are Precocious”

By C.P. Hickey

I find cockroaches to be precocious.

Especially, those from Nacogdoches.

Scurry hurry, here and there.

On their backs, legs in the air.

Marvel at their quick precision,

Never in the same position.

Lights go on and full disperse,

Champion of the universe.

Evolution’s most refined,

With creepy crawlies of their kind.

There’s no sense to choose denial,

They are masters of survival.

You never know where they’ll be,

Behind the fridge, amidst laundry.

They have a sneaky super power,

I once found one in the shower.

As just as fast I’ll change my shtick

Here’s a thought to sit down with:

To the most unsuspecting palate,

Roaches make a great three-bean salad.

So don’t adhere to superstition,

High protein supports nutrition.

Listen to this noble truth,

We’ve all eaten a bug or two.

So next time when you make a face,

While…

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Overcome, Poetry by Rhoda J.

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Categories: hope, love, loss, tender heart, return, promise, loved one, lover.

Overcome by Rhoda J.

I tread my feet alongside my heavy heart,
Hoping one day you will join me again.
Though you only desire your misery to lead you
Not wanting anyone to understand.
So push through, for I push through
Fears do not hold me
They lead you along
A road that only you can follow
Drenched with calm I will Lay
Against your empty touch
That’s stolen my tenderness Away.
Walk alongside your reflection,
Your back shuns my shadow,
I draw near and you draw far
Closer to a dimmed moon
In the air of the still night
Like a hungry wolf searching the mountain
To pull water from an empty well.
With dismay, you will return
Empty soul and a strong stride
Nothing is left for you to wonder
But what was there plunged deeper
For truth cannot…

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Christmas Moon, Poetry by Vinayak Pandey

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Genre: Mythical, Fantasy, Christmas

Christmas Moon by Vinayak Pandey

 

On a wintery Christmas night,

I strolled in the friendless parkland with a malcontent plight,

Walking without a purpose with melancholic emotions blurring my sight,

I fortuitously gazed my surrounding covered with lamps illuminating faint blue light,

The sand on the ground sparked like the blue luminescent plankton bloom,

I raised my head up the sky to address the rare Christmas moon!!

Christmas is celebration of love with friends and family,

You must be wondering how such a beautiful day makes me lonely,

I wonder that too, No I am not the Grinch trying to steal the glory of Christmas,

I am the one fighting a battle to believe in the magic the folklores express,

Amidst the canopy of Sigmora trees casting a spell of shadowy gloom,

I looked up from the tangled tree barks, the elegant bright Christmas moon!!

I…

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THIS IS NOT A LOVE STORY, Poetry by Yosi Oluwatayo

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GENRE: Sad, Hurt, Love.

THIS IS NOT A LOVE STORY by Yosi Oluwatayo

Can we stay like this forever?

Can I lay here in your arms?

And you never let me go

The moonlight looks beautiful

Against the calm sea

You hold me tight and

Your hands trace the contours of my body

I capture the moment before…well

It’s gone

You say the worst things

I shrug you off me and you watch me

You devil into a roar of laughter

I yell

You are the worst

You say

I’m are not perfect

I don’t want you perfect

I just want you and your heart

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Chilly Start, Poetry by Kate Alsbury

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GENRE: Inspirational, Haiku, Nature, Outdoors, Spring

Chilly Start by Kate Alsbury
 
A chilly start today
Frost turned dew glimmers bright
Long awaited Spring.

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Submit your Poetry to the Festival. Three option to submit.
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Read NEW Poetry from all over the world:

THE PEAR, by Patrick D. Peay
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/11/the-pear-poetry-by-patrick-d-peay/

TECH SUPPORT, by Daniel Torres Rangel
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/11/tech-support-poetry-by-daniel-torres-rangel/

HOW LONG IS FOREVER, by Eden P. Orbista
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/11/how-long-is-forever-poetry-by-eden-p-orbista/

HEREDITY, by Grecia Albornoz
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/11/heredity-poetry-by-grecia-albornoz/

MURDRUM, by Pym Purnell
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/11/murdrum-poetry-by-pym-purnell/

MISERYS DISPENSARY, by Nick Meridionale
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/13/miserys-dispensary-poem-by-nick-meridionale/

TO MY FUTURE SIGNIFICANT OTHER, by Morgan Fasanelli
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/13/to-my-future-significant-other-poem-by-morgan-fasanelli/

C, by Natalie Henderson
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/13/c-poem-by-natalie-henderson/

THE RESISTANCE, by Tierra Martin
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/13/the-resistance-poetry-by-tierra-martin/

DOWN BY THE RIVERSIDE, by Charli Day
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/15/down-by-the-riverside-poetry-by-charli-day/

WHISTLING DUNES, by Somali K. Chakrabarti
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/15/whistling-dunes-poetry-by-somali-k-chakrabarti/

ASPIRATION, by Carrie Barnes
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/15/aspiration-poetry-by-carrie-barnes/

AINMOSNINSOMNIA, by Obi Martin
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/15/ainmosninsomnia-poetry-by-obi-martin/

AinmosnInsomniA, Poetry by Obi Martin

Monuments of tired eyes

wall up before my face.

collapsing ranks of sane and civil thought

leave violence in their place.

Genres: #dark #macabre #existence #life #insomnia

AinmosnInsomniA by Obi Martin

 

Monuments of tired eyes

wall up before my face.

collapsing ranks of sane and civil thought

leave violence in their place.

 

Drying wells of bitter peace

keep crying for my gaze

and clamor round my clanking cell

demanding rest from days.

 

My visions red and gray and

seven shades of stricken screaming black.

my thoughts are kiting high and taut

stretched useless on the rack.

 

Why have you forsaken

and whats left for me to say

apart from turning short and faceless purpose

towards the silent withered day.

 

 

 

 

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Aspiration, Poetry by Carrie Barnes

I try not to feel this way about you,

but I can’t help it

My mind knows I’ll get hurt,

but my heart doesn’t care

Genre:Romance

Aspiration by Carrie Barnes

I try not to feel this way about you,

but I can’t help it

My mind knows I’ll get hurt,

but my heart doesn’t care

I tell myself to listen to my head

instead of my heart,

but when you look at me,

I’m like putty in your hands

You have such power over me

and you don’t even know it

You think we’re just friends,

but little do you know

that I dream about us being

together one of these days

That’s all it is though,

a dream

I see the way you look at other girls,

ones that are fitter than me,

ones that a funnier than me,

ones that are prettier than me

The way you look at them,

is the same way I look at you

I know I don’t have a chance,

but I can only hope that

one day you’ll feel the same way

about me,

that I do about you

 

 

 

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