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Best Night, Poetry by Roderick Dupree

Genre: Sex

 

Best Night by Roderick Dupree

It was smooth music and red wine

Two seductive companions with compatible signs

Such a young night as temptation feeds our urge

Mother nature sneaks inside while pillows hides the emerge

My stares and kisses gives me the keys to her chamber

Blood pumping and emotions arouse but none in anger

Cool temperature but it feels like a sauna

Two people in one room creating that magical aroma.

So so so deep i slide inside her heavenly gates

The sounds of the ocean water in which I help create

Boom boom boom is all the neighbors hear.

But ooo ooo ooo is coming from my dear.

Rocking to the beat and moving with the waves

A certain spot was hit that made me her “daddy.”

Different positions required the same goal

Penetrate good enough for her body to lose control

An artistic back filled with sensational infatuated love wounds

A masterpiece of love and fire created in a broken cold room

Lip biting, loud moans, shaky thighs, and crinkled toes.

A fulfilling tongue extracts her ocean flow deep into my soul

No need for choosing sides to avoid the wet spot

Drinking from the fountain of you was so refreshing to leave a drop

Repeatedly pound for pound in different rounds.

Whispers of love affected by sensational sounds.

We were on the bed, the floor, the couch, and in the kitchen

So hypnotize into each other there were no need for intermissions

No words from that night ever played as the days passed

Long drives home thinking of the best night I’ve ever had.

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Plastic Succulent, Poetry by Chase Morris

 

Genre: Society

Plastic Succulent by Chase Morris

A new era. Hope for us: fading.
Granted, we had the potential for our essential happiness.

Chasing of the natives this furtive soil became our burden because of our selfishness.

This dark matter born from whores that were then conceived from mold of the Apple.

Over time like that of a rocking chair. The few of us lose our strong purpose from being used.

A fragile lotus standing in the midsts of poison. Peer pressured for evil.

The rest of us lotuses who see consistent hatred, camoflauge under abandoned pavements that have no name.

Where we grow beautifully as we should…

Yet never found or appreciated until we are eradicated.

 

 

 

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Touched, Poetry by Terry Hart

Genres: Love, Romantic, Romance, Caring, Sensual, Emotional

Touched by Terry Hart

Destiny has delivered us
through ages, eras and eons
to this moment, it’s enchanting
and here we are
at the same place, same time Entering into this sacred experience
craved by our senses
a feast for our souls, our bodies
and our minds

All this splendor
no other love on this planet
has ever had the flow we generate
it’s a cosmic, celestial movement
that makes earth and heaven, vibrate

As we connect
and become one heartbeat
we are complete
and while we’re apart
I’ll reminisce
how we touched
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At Night, Poetry by Anton M. Rojkov

Genre: Nocturnal, Atmospheric, Night Shift

At Night
by Anton M. Rojkov

 

At night

When most bright colors retreat,

Stillness regains control

Over moving parts of the world.

Eyes miss details,

Hearing catches ghosts talking,

And I watch my skin

With more attention,

Finding myself fascinated

With blood streaming steadily

With bones cracking.

I wonder of grass breathing,

Springs running toward eternity,

Of a warm cup of tea

In a quite shop.

Peering into the dark,

Listening to the air moving

In no hurry, with no care,

As it always does,

But only now I notice.

At night

I want serene things,

Just like shadows swim

Through the streets

And rocks whisper by the bushes.

Working night shift shows so much beauty

In the non-human world

That I rarely witness.

At night

There are so many things

I think of doing during the day.

Then it arrives,

First lights break through.

Those who slept are awake

Stillness seems to be

Progressively beaten into pulp,

While movement

Is the only way to go, once again.

Colors creep in

But small details I cherished

Somehow fade away

Into the war walls of sound

That mash in,

Proclaiming silence an anathema.

Attention and speed

Are now object of worship

And constant reinvention.

Then endless hours

Of rush and rock and roll

Come to slowing down.

The sun is out to shine elsewhere

And stillness is back to amaze me.

I’ve been waiting

To hear rocks whisper by the bushes

In the calm of the air

Breathing on my shoulder.

I’m thinking of so many

Quiet and slow things to do,

Lost in the calm and dark of the night.

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Grandma’s Love, Poetry by Poetic Gurl Janet M.

Genre: Grandparents Love

Grandma’s Love

By  Poetic Gurl Janet M.

 

My Granddaughter, this day

You turn One year older

May God, Bless you!

This is a special day for you,

So, with lots of kisses and love

I hope you have lots of fun with friends

Reminiscing, I cannot believe how time has passed me by

And, you have turned into a beautiful young teen

Who is so sensitive and prefers to please everyone

Avoid conflict between family and friends

I love her laugh to death and her attitude

So, continue to listen to your parents

There is no rush to grow up yet

Spend lots of time with both

Always say I love you every day

Remember, you’re growing up

And it is kind of scary

Their baby girl one day they were carrying her

The next,

She’s 12 yrs old

They don’t have a book with instructions’

to know what to do next that is

UNKNOWN……..

XoXoXo  NaNa 2016

 

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From within her rib cages, Poetry by J. Liethers

GENRE: painful, motivational, philosophical, society

“From within her rib cages

sprouted a mound of
wishbones
(galvanized by miracles that’ve died
in
daydreams)
instead of a spine

& when the storm
christened her
it pulled on the forks
and left w/ the bigger halves.”

– J. Liethers

 

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Emerald Heart, Poetry by Barbara Hunt

Genre: Dark, Life changing, Loss, and Romance

Emerald Heart by Barbara Hunt

Basking in the strength of your stare
Two stones with intelligence and loyalty take away the air
Always there to help and challenge hard as steel filling with despair unyielding to the truth
Sitting in the silence with nothing needing to be said once comfortable and loving now distant and hard
A shell so deep and unbreakable nothing would be the same not after all trust was lost
A glimmer of hope could be seen as she tried clinging to loyalty but in the blink of an eye it all vanished as the black hole of mistrust tore everything apart
The only thing to be seen was a beautiful shade of green with memories past flooding through as a whisper was heard in the darkness

 

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BLOOD OF MY BLOOD, Poetry by Anubhuti Gupta

Genre: Drama, Betrayal, Hurt

BLOOD OF MY BLOOD by Anubhuti Gupta

Once, when Ellaine was a child;
Her mother had told her many a times
It wasn’t the food or water that made a person
But care and warmth and passion and love
And all that which brought a smile during the dark times.

And so as she grew up,
Ellaine thought about it for more than a little while
She thought and thought around the clock
And in the end came to a belief that she held firm like a rock.

She accepted it was love and care that made her alive
Forming a part of her, growing ceaselessly within
With her very blood and veins.

To be fair, Ellaine had a tough life
Often too much for her soft soul to bear
But on one of those gloomy monsoon days
With her old belief she had an epiphany, she says.

You see,
It was betrayal of love that hurt the most
So all she needed to do was let go,
But how could she let go of something that was never hers?
It was then she remembered, What was it she needed to cut off
Of-course, it was forming a part of her, growing ceaselessly within
It was her very blood and veins.
First to be cut was
Fiery passionate string of lovers
Each of whom seeked only pleasures of flesh
And these were the ones that fled far away. should they ever mistakenly touch Ellaine’s spirit.
This wound bled but only little, for much can such love grow?
But blood’s blood and so it cuts however little part of her soul.

Second to be cut was
The friends, family of her own choosing
The one who always promised to watch Ellaine’s back
And also the ones who stabbed the very place they swore to watch.
This cut bled still more, emptying her soul
Of honesty and trust and of the promise of love ofcourse.

Next to be cut was
Her own flesh and bones and her own blood
The wound with the care of her mother, which she now knew was hollow
And the wound with the safety of her father, which was a cover for control.
When this wound bled, its pain was almost too real
Too real for something that was so realistically a hoax.

Last to be cut was
The blood of her blood
It was the one she didn’t even know was there
Because poor Ellaine didn’t even expect her to love herself.
Yet this was the wound that bled and drained her most
It was the only thing in Ellaine’s plan that went off-course.

Well did Ellaine die, you must wonder:
Why, ofcourse she did; don’t you remember?
Without care and warmth and passion and love
There is no person.
Such depth was in the wisdom of Ellaine’s mother.

 

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A Black Women’ Plea, Poetry by Latonia Sears

Genre: Life, Society

A Black Women’ Plea 
 by Latonia Sears
 
 
I am so tired of all the death an destruction 
the collection of lifeless bodies is reaking 
and has left an odor 
 
The smell of injustice is fowl  
and is leaving a strong scent in the air 
the disgusting fragrance of death 
 
While all of the victims families 
watch all of these black men 
taken down and laid to rest 
 
No politician or public servant  
had the forsght to shed a tear 
it only hit home for them  
 
when some of their comrades 
were taken away from here 
even then they still won’t stop this and quit 
 
To serve and protect or protect and serve 
either way it always turns to death in the end 
like they hate us and are not interested in making a mends 
 
They are taking lives at an enormous rate 
most of the time it is out right murder 
fueled by racially motivated hate 
 
The life of a black man has no worth to these servants 
not the lives they have taken or the families 
they caused so much sorrow 
 
Knowing their husbands, fathers and brothers 
won’t be here tomorrow although throughout 
time we have continued to survive 
 
Even for all this time  
while we have been continuously 
been persecuted and shoved asside 
 
 
We will stand up and say enough is enough 
and we are not taking it anymore 
remembering to show unity as we walk through that door 
 
Black has always had black power  
not power over black 
wev’e already won that fight 
 
We are Americans who demand justice 
because we are a part of this country 
our contributions are endless 
 
 
 
We have fattened the pockets of many 
some wrong, some right 
some who are not afraid to stand up for what’s right 
 
If Martin were here what would he do? 
What about Malcolm or Mandella  
what would they say and do? 
 
It has become a national crisis 
none of us are safe  
from these men in blue 
 
“By The People” “For The People” 
are these the same people  
as me and you 
 
 
 
 

 

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Vntitlxd – Poetry Reading by Xzaviar Allen

Poetry performed by actor Val Cole.Va

Vntitlxd by Xzaviar Allen

Get to know poet Xzaviar Allen:

1) What is the theme of your poem?

The theme of my poems was sexual intercourse. A vulgar/inappropriate subject maybe, but the inspiration behind the pieces drove me to write in such a way.

2) How would you like people to respond when they read or watch your poetry reading?

I’m not sure how people will react to these particular poems; people usually like them, but it depends on who’s reading.

3) How long have you been writing poetry?

I wrote my first poem in the fifth grade. Ive been hooked ever since.

4) Do you have a favorite poet?

My favorite poets are modern-age poets. J Cole, Kendrick Lamar, Drake, Jay Z, Kanye West, etc. Hip Hop is a form of poetry; I write my “poems” as though they were song lyrics.

5) What influenced you to submit to WILDsound and have your poetry performed by a professional actor?

I found out about WILDsound kind of randomly; I thought it couldn’t hurt to submit my work to somebody. Maybe they’ll like it!

6) Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?

I wrote a short story in college for a class project; I wouldn’t mind writing a script though. I guess it depends on what mood I’m in and what inspiration I have at the moment.

7) What is your passion in life?

My true passions in life are poetry and music; even so, I am skilled in other areas. I currently serve my country as a soldier in the United States Army.