Read NEW Poetry from all over the world

Submit your Poetry to the Festival. Three option to submit.
https://festivalforpoetry.com/

Read NEW Poetry from all over the world:

Submit your Poetry to the Festival. Three option to submit.
https://festivalforpoetry.com/

Read NEW Poetry from all over the world:

WAGNER THE LIGHT GUY, by Chenda Cox
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/27/wagner-the-light-guy-poetry-by-chenda-cox/

GABBY’S STORY, by MS Rockett
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/27/gabbys-story-poetry-by-ms-rockett/

THE DESTITUTE DEMOCRACY, by Steve Miller
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/27/the-destitute-democracy-poetry-by-steve-miller/

IT’S ONLY RIGHT, by Drew Price
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/27/%E2%80%8B%E2%80%8B%E2%80%8B%E2%80%8B%E2%80%8B%E2%80%8Bits-only-right-poetry-by-drew-price/

A MOMENT, by Oyinkan Agboola
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/01/a-moment-poetry-by-oyinkan-agboola/

SLEIGH, by Brian Anthony Hardie
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/08/sleigh-poetry-by-brian-anthony-hardie/

NOT EVERYONE, by Pyja Jurid Pyxaz
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/08/not-everyone-poetry-by-pyja-jurid-pyxaz/

THE NIGHT WE FELL IN LOVE, by Lari G.
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/08/the-night-we-fell-in-love-poetry-by-lari-g/

WORD FROM EMMANUEL, by Emmanuel Griggs
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/08/words-from-emmanuel-poetry-by-emmanuel-griggs/

SURVIVAL, by Nwoko Alexandre
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/08/survival-poetry-by-nwoko-alexandre/

YOU’RE NOT THE BOX OF ME, by Cindi Walton
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/09/youre-not-the-boss-of-me-poetry-by-cindi-walton/

WHY CAN’T I MOVE, by Tierra Martin
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/09/why-cant-i-move-poetry-by-tierra-martin/

 

SLEIGH, Poetry by Brian Anthony Hardie

Something not absent about to be spoken…

On the spotlight day, back from the child’s Eye camera eye.

Now stop does what was While you left.

Within a mile I felt the Memories following behind.

Genre: Relationship

 

SLEIGH by Brian Anthony Hardie

Something not absent about to be spoken…

On the spotlight day, back from the child’s Eye camera eye.

Now stop does what was While you left.

Within a mile I felt the Memories following behind.

Meaningless this is And should be, for the feeling too real to pass on By life.

To sob I need to rid myself of Such tremor.

Yet no possible route the way I came in would relieve pain here and now.

Much worth To grasp for my burning of our flag waving Passion.

These words pull the tears with no such Mercy.

My (I want) panic (to kiss) alleviates (you and)

What love (say I’m) I should have put forth (sorry).

Maybe from the film I project the Audience tear.

Eyes so innocent my mind would Arrest the one invoking.

Flailing around my Panic dance.

Still on the street while nausea

Entertained. To cry would forge the rage

I harmed so badly with.

So to sit with past in

The flame my only way to mend hearts alike…

about.me/BASSCLEFSNCHEE

 

 

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