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NEW Poetry from around the world. Read and explore
Read the best of NEW Poetry
ATONEMENT, by Orok Duke
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/11/21/atonement-poetry-by-orok-duke/
TALES OF A TIME TRAVELER, by Aditya Mankad
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/11/24/tales-of-a-time-traveler-poetry-by-aditya-mankad/
MORNINGS MUSIC NEVER DARK, by Dr. Todd Harris
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/11/24/mornings-music-never-dark-poetry-by-dr-todd-harris/
SWEET AND FRAGRANT NIRVANA, by Nalini Priyadarshni
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/11/24/sweet-and-fragrant-nirvana-poetry-by-nalini-priyadarshni/
WHAT IF, by Anabel Gonzalez
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/11/24/what-if-poetry-by-anabel-gonzalez/
FOR THE OTHER WOMAN, by Attracta Fahy
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/11/26/for-the-other-woman-by-poetry-by-attracta-fahy/
WEAK END, by Habib Akewusola
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/11/26/weak-end-poetry-by-habib-akewusola/
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For The “Other” Woman, by Poetry by Attracta Fahy
Genre: Betrayal, Relationship
For The “Other” Woman
by Attracta Fahy
So…. this is how it goes….
“She doesn’t really understand me”
“I was young when I met her”
“I fell out of love with her”
“My heart was broken for my kids”
“I stayed for the children”
“She held me back”
“I tried so hard”
‘I felt really guilty”
“She was very insecure”
“I could never do enough”
“She was very difficult”
“She controls me”
“She didn’t appreciate me”
“She is too sensitive”
“She wasn’t affectionate”
So…. these are the lists
“of commands”
delivered to you,
the “Other” woman…..
You know now…. how you must be!
thrown into competitive
illusion,
that you
will fill the hungry ghost of
emptiness,
becoming what she was not,
not seeing…… what he is
blinded, you believe,
it will be different with you.
So…..You have taken up the mantle
she left down,
in grief,
for…
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WEAK END, Poetry by HABIB AKEWUSOLA
Genre: Rhyme, Society WEAK END by HABIB AKEWUSOLA Kill fear, bury her in Thy tinny chest, Lyrics of bravery, Dancing to work daily. Campaign leaks pay, Popping bubbles cause A perfect friday. Age is my pride On the days that I climb Pain is a sign Soul isn't for man. So, Man the good, Tame the evil. You can't read love Leadership is worse, But, Wire connects a new world. Rename fear into strength Remain friends with respect, Keep humility close to thy chest, Decency must label your dress. Prosperity will call me next.
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What If?, Poetry by Anabel Gonzalez
What if the world saw kids through our eyes?
Will they see successes in disguise?
What if they saw diamonds in the rough?
Will they know capturing their hearts is not just fluff?
What if the focus was not on the test?
Would it be enough to just do our best?
Genre: Education, Political, Life
What If?
by Anabel Gonzalez
What if the world saw kids through our eyes?
Will they see successes in disguise?
What if they saw diamonds in the rough?
Will they know capturing their hearts is not just fluff?
What if the focus was not on the test?
Would it be enough to just do our best?
What if there was really nothing to measure?
Will we ever find that hidden treasure?
What if we could tear down classroom walls?
Would we teach at the beach or at the mall?
What if the computer could take the lead?
Would it make teachers obsolete?
What if we stop trying to find fault?
Could we find a remedy and stop the verbal assault?
What if differing viewpoints we could try to see?
Could we agree to disagree?
What if we taught kids to care for the least of these?
Would it be as important as learning ABC’s?
What if we stopped asking the hard questions?
Will we address the issues of education?
What if we stopped asking why?
Could we really turn a blind eye?
What if everyone could catch a glimpse into our world?
Will they be able to see that precious pearl?
What If?
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Sweet and Fragrant Nirvana, Poetry by Nalini Priyadarshni
You call me jaggery lips
though you have never sucked on
golden blob of sweetness
and have no idea about its taste
only a vague memory of
something you had sampled in Mexico
made of sugarcane juice
Sweet and fragrant!
Category – Romantic
Sweet and Fragrant Nirvana
by Nalini Priyadarshni
You call me jaggery lips
though you have never sucked on
golden blob of sweetness
and have no idea about its taste
only a vague memory of
something you had sampled in Mexico
made of sugarcane juice
Sweet and fragrant!
Maybe you have forgotten gulkand
in your post dinner paan with silver foil
after a long day of sightseeing
in the heat and dust of Benaras
that started at Ghats and culminated
at the silk shop where sitting midst
thousands of pieces of fine silk
you picked golden Ganesha on black
my favorite god whose figurines I collect
A coincidence you would say
of course, like countless others.
Sipping ice cold water under the droning fan
browsing through vibrant silk pieces
each more beautiful than the previous
with no intention to buy any, after the
oppressive heat of the day you had spent wandering
the streets of the ancient city with your juvenile guide
you picked my favorite god to take back home
India you did not pack in your backpack
lodged itself beneath your nails
flowered as a trident on your palm
to unfold in the folds of your skin
in the twilight of ‘beaver state’
Thronging with love, gurgling chaos
it nestles in the crevices of your soles
You now return to me in myriad pieces
I stow away at the back of my lingerie drawer
run my finger along their edges listening to Beatles
try to put them together in sultry afternoons
let lusty mangoes seduce me into thinking
we can find a way to turn the clock around
and find nirvana in slurping their nectar
Author info- Nalini Priyadarshni is a poet, writer, editor and amateur photographer. Her work has appeared at various international magazines and lit journals including Up the Staircase Weekly, eFiction India, Mad Swirl, Crescent Magazine, The Riveter Review, Writes & Lovers Café, The Gambler, Camel Saloon, Earl of Plaid, CUIB-NEST-NIDO, and The Open Road Review, Phoenix Photo and Fiction, Undertow Tanka besides numerous anthologies including Resonance, I Am Woman, Awakening of She, Art of Being Human etc. She lives in Ludhiana, India with her husband and two feisty kids. Her first solo poetry collection Doppelgänger In My House is expected in 2016.
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Morning’s Music Never Dark, Poetry by Dr. Todd Harris
Silken quiet awakes tungsten sleep
Morning creeping stealthily stirred
Mindful music filling empty’s creep
Early birds joining daylight’s chorus
Genre: Nature and Music Poetry
Morning’s Music Never Dark
by Dr. Todd Harris
Silken quiet awakes tungsten sleep
Morning creeping stealthily stirred
Mindful music filling empty’s creep
Early birds joining daylight’s chorus
Wondering flowery questions steep
Curiosity’s tendencies’ garden lorus
Waking’s unpredictable flying words
Dropping puzzling notion feats
Daylight’s opening Music beckons
Closed windows open daffodils
Sunup conducting finch wings largo
Grasshoppers duetting butterfly trills
Yesterday calls darkness piccolo
Answer-hosted soils deeply reckon
Confused vanities’ unwanted cargo
Draperies outstretch windowsills
Evening flutters land high limbs
Practiced breath lights unrehearsed
Clock ticks birth surprising seconds
Sunflower seeds grab birthday winds
Hummingbirds wing workaday’s trims
Breeze-music fills sky’s empty purse
Hope-clouds cover midday’s beckon
Tragedy re-sculpts life’s bearing grin
Cats purr quiet just-kidding notes
consciousness bears arriving-blooms
Eve-Idled petals vein wrinkled flowers
Darkness crumples creased art paper
Feet sketch carpet’s walking caper
Knees knock stepping’s empty room
Wonder irons confusion’s coat
Mystery freshens dreams’ open hour
Rising tides overfill lazing eyes
Sound intrudes Id’s empty hall
Climbing-ivy conquests wailing’s wall
Static dust-draws filamentary skies
Unstressed silence hinges cedar ties
Imagination’s rested rabble calls
Words’ sleepy chrysalis worms recall
Worlds’ anxiety weaves fresh surprise
Sunrise taps slumber-tarnished peaks
Calico sweeps sleep’s open door
Vanilla crafts weepy eyebrows’ furrow
Farmers tightly cold-swaddle palms
Pillows clear winter’s staging burrow
Gravity ties shadow’s unkempt floor
Atmosphere poses morning-speak
Novelty cradles crickets’ Psalms
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Tales of a Time Traveler, Poetry by Aditya Mankad
I sat on the sands of time,
Watched the past go as if it wasn’t mine.
And I waited for eternity; just to see,
See the future where you’d be with me.
I heard the songs of dreams as I waited,
And glued my eyes to the horizon as I fall asleep,
But woke up just in time as I had promises to keep.
Genre: Rhyme, Relationship
Tales of a Time Traveler
by Aditya Mankad
I sat on the sands of time,
Watched the past go as if it wasn’t mine.
And I waited for eternity; just to see,
See the future where you’d be with me.
I heard the songs of dreams as I waited,
And glued my eyes to the horizon as I fall asleep,
But woke up just in time as I had promises to keep.
I was touched by love,
And it burned me hard,
Made me invincible and left me scarred.
And now I won’t fail to mention,
How I still miss you; event in the Nth dimension,
And I realize it now,
How it has always been,
Me falling for you;
You being the red for my blue.
Me feeling the pain;
All seems as right as rain.
I realize it now,
as it makes my stomach churn;
as I long for another scar,
Another burn.
And I hope that there comes a day,
When,
leaves turn brown,
sun shines,
and the sky is all blue,
I would be right where I belong,
With you.
But until then,
I must do what I do best,
Go down the road,
Feared by the rest.
The path itself is the parchment where we wrote,
Wrote the stories of us both.
And our footprints became the ink,
Which can even make the stars sink.
What shall I do now?
Should I wait?
Should I go and tell our tale
and let my promises fail?
Or shall I wait and wait,
and wait,
And keep faith the fate;
Let the world forget who we are,
Wait till you come to give me another scar.
Blog: https://thecheesyengineer.wordpress.com
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