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Read the TOP POEMS from MARCH 2019

Read Poem: ANIMA VESTRA, by Venus James
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/03/22/read-poem-anima-vestra-by-venus-james/

Read Poem: Tell Me, by Tommy Tutalo
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/03/22/read-poem-tell-me-by-tommy-tutalo/

Read Poem: X-RAY, by Tatev Chakhian
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/03/22/read-poem-x-ray-by-tatev-chakhian/

Read Poetry: I am me, he is me, by P.T. Saunders
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/03/22/read-poetry-i-am-me-he-is-me-by-p-t-saunders/

Read Poem: The Decision ft. Caesar D. &RAE B. , by Laye Da Writer
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/03/12/read-poem-the-decision-ft-caesar-d-rae-b-by-laye-da-writer/

Read Poem: TRIPWIRE, by VEDIKA GARODIA
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/03/11/read-poem-tripwire-by-vedika-garodia/

Read Poem: BOOTS, by Stephon Void
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/03/05/read-poem-boots-by-stephon-void/

Read Poem: Silence of the Lambs, by Douglas Brayton II
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/03/05/read-poem-silence-of-the-lambs-by-douglas-brayton-ii/

Read Poem: The Morning After pt.1, by Laye The Writer
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/03/05/read-poem-the-morning-after-pt-1-by-laye-the-writer/

Read Poem: TO A WOMAN BARING ARMS, by Victoria Ryan-Bailey
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/03/04/read-poem-to-a-woman-baring-arms-by-victoria-ryan-bailey/

Read Poem: Halab (Aleppo), by Kashmir Maryam
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/03/04/read-poem-halab-aleppo-by-kashmir-maryam/

Read Poem: MARKERS IN A ROW, by Anita Marie Mondragon
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/03/04/read-poem-markers-in-a-row-by-anita-marie-mondragon/

Read Poem: COFFEE HOUSE FAMILY by Jacqueline Nicoll

East meets West
In a new coffee blend
Unified consumption
Through a temporary trend

Tap of his keyboard
Cup to mouth
Telephone meeting
All gone south

Friends exchange gossip
Sip through straws
Fuelled by sugar
Ignorant of cause

Absorbing great knowledge
From the iPad screen
A tired student’s eyes
Kept open with caffeine

Huddled in the corner
A secret affair
No one can find them
In their coffee lair

Down on his luck
Man finds peace
In the company of strangers
His temporary release

Crying babe in arms
Mother finds respite
Searching the web
For a ‘new mums’ site

Couple in love
Share a flat white
Only eyes for each other
And their inner light

Poet’s word flow
Onto the pad
Observing the complex web
Woven with good and bad

Old ladies chatter
Over coffee and cake
Mellowed through experience
The best of life they make

Eyes to the floor
About to explode
Too long in the queue
Woman on sensory overload

Barista froths milk
At the end of her rope
Misaligned from service
Fills another cup of hope

All of the world
Meeting under one roof
Human family connecting
Through their own unique truth

Poetry By libertypoem.s

The Midnight heat will keep you
Feeling secure in the the darkness
No awareness of what’s to come
That one living carcass

Thousands of people in this foreign town
But there’s soon to be one less
Each person for themselves
Not worried about the rest

Feeling high or feeling low
There’s emotions running wild
You see insanity’s in reach of us all
And it caught the one who’s riled

Who knows what they were thinking
But there mind was not at peace
That person painted a villain
In the eyes of the police

The moment it was heard
That sound I’d rather forget
A life had stopped being lived
Like in a game of Russian roulette

The innocent minds searched for the fireworks
But no explosion of colour begun
Just blood stained fractures of hate a violence spewing out of a gun.

By libertypoem.s

A Footnote to Shelley’s ‘Ozymandias’ By Parveen Talpur

The Desert Woman

I remember,

Within the loose circle of a veil

A face strong, striking and pale

Bearing a Sphinx-like riddle

Its expression stoic, features intriguing

Chiseled sharply by piercing winds

Tanned darkly by the blazing sun

It called for a poet to feel its solidity

A historian to read the history engraved on it

In isolation it stood, in distance it was lost

Leaving its imprint on my memory

All these years after it keeps haunting

The only feature in the vast monotony of that desert

A rare ore amidst the grains of sand

Unread, unnoticed, unnamed

Insignificant and opposite of Ozymandias’ fame

Read Poetry: Poem, by 78Poet

We walk the streets everyday
But separately

We walk through the crowd

But each on the other side

Our heads are bowed down

Thinking of what could have been

Why aren’t we living the dream?

The ones we dreamt together.

How did we fall so apart?

There’s this bridge between us

You thought you burnt it

But it only lightened my path

Now I can see clearly

That I really miss you

Now I can see clearly

That I really do love you

But this gap so wide

There’s no coming together now

We’ve fallen so deep into the past

We cannot hide

This time around I have lost faith in humanity

Cause all truths are lies now

What good is a promise

If you cannot keep one?

So we walk the street again

But each on the other side

I wish it was a different day

Am afraid this is goodbye.

Read Poetry: Date Nights, by Jei Nacalaban JP

I have a friend named Aaron.
He told me that,
To be able to find the one,
I need to look at other people.

Ridiculously loyal as I am,
I refused to do that.

Hard as I try,
Nobody can send electrical signals
Across my chest in an abnormal
Lightning speed,

Giving me chest pains, making me out of breath
Like you do.

Was I even in love? I wonder.
Look in my eyes, can you see the pupils
Of my myopic eyes dilate,
As it looked at you

Walking towards me with that
Irresistible smile,

Wait. Am I hearing fireworks nearby?
Or my head starts to hum violently?
That could be my chronic migraine,
Acting out or just that,

I’m too excited to sit across you
In our table,

Leaning closely as I can,
Listening to you talk,
Watching your lips move,
Mouthing words,

I’m trying to keep up with the conversation,
Trying to stop the urge to kiss you.

Kiss you? What? Did I say that out loud?

Do you know that a human heart can normally
beats
A hundred and twenty per minute? No?
Mine does.

It’s like running a hundred meter dash
Towards you,
But you make the world spin in slow motion,
While turning the second hand
Of my analog watch, twice as fast,
The contradictions spinning,

As I panic,
My face turning red.

You looked at me, and I realized
I want this.
I might not deserve it,
But there’s nothing better.

Feelings they come and go, they usually do.
But these feelings, they won’t go, not with you.

Late night conversations,
Fast food chains,
Small talks and arguments,
Memories piling up one after another

Maybe Aaron was right, I need to look at other
people,
to realize that I already found the one.

Read Poetry: Conquer The Fear, by Grace Mavodza

Face to face,
No, face my mind.
Looking within
The dark abyss.

There she lurks
My other half.
Her eyes glow red.
A piercing hue,
That burns right through my inner core.

As she glides across my mind with ease
Hairs stand on end,
Cold clammy skin,
Goosebumps appear
“Lord help, please hear!”

Must face her now.
Must face my fear.
The inner demon
That lives within.

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Genre: Fear, Conquering fear, darkness, facing inner demons

Read Poetry: “Sleep No More”, by Kim Michelle Ross

Sleep evermore my love,

Your betraying lies,

Unhinged and broke my heart.

It was the blackest day,

At the brightest hour,

When my love finally soured.

Your despairing pleas,

Failed to sway my forgiveness.

Bang, went the gun, it had to be done.

Splashes of red my only recall,

I did not care, love was no more.

My regrets numbered none.

I’m glad you’re dead,

And but a fading memory,

Yet, I will sleep never-more.

Read Poetry: OUCH!, by Andrianne Philippou

Ouch…!

This comes as no surprise, you see

I always felt this had to be.

There is a certain path you know,

a way to learn, a way to grow.

For here the road is split in two,

one track for me, and one for you.

So as I walk, my steps unsure,

I stumble slightly, sometimes fall.

And as I struggle hard to stand

and carry on without your hand,

I realise that I’m doing fine.

Horizons beckon, the sun still shines.

The rainbow hasn’t lost its colour,

and so what if the poppy’s pallor

needs a little extra spark, to stir the

meadow or the park?

I know that I will find my way

(despite the tears that make me stray),

by daring to believe my dream;

the trickle of a mountain stream

that flows, cascading to the sea

and finds release, as so will we…

I’m holding on to all that’s real;

the way you laugh, the way you feel,

the way we share a thought, our passion,

a sense that this is beyond fashion.

For how else can you touch me quite,

and know my soul, and fit so right?

For me, this journey holds no fear.

So please, unlock your heart, my dear…

26th April 2008

Read Poetry: The Words I Spoke, by Jordan Corley

Genre: Love, Hope, Life

I waited patiently for the world to follow
To adjust
To reset
And comprehend what I had just said
I gave myself the same courtesy
A minute
A day
Maybe two to process their meaning
They weren’t anything special
Nothing spectacular
Nothing memorable
The words that left my mouth
But something felt right
A click
An acknowledgment that maybe
just maybe I was meant to say them
They were meant to be heard
I waited silently for the world to follow
To stop spinning for a second
For just one moment
As I let the words leave my lips
Free my tongue of their grasp
Their power which clung to my thoughts
Through sleep– no sleep
What is sleep when these words are present?
In my thoughts
Always
Through daylight
And menial tasks so often required
To sustain life in this world
To feign sanity
Wrought by a wavering focus
They were nothing to be remembered
Really
Anything but important
To the outside observer
To a distant onlooker
But perhaps that’s why I remembered
The way they felt as I spoke
Why I recited the time
The place
The date of which I said them
Over and over
And over again
In my head
The breath that came before and after
I opened my mouth
The pause between each word
Each syllable
To ensure perfect deliverance
Perhaps that’s why they’ve stuck with me all these months
All these years
Later
They were honest
The last words I said to you