Tag: poet

FLY, Poetry by Carolyn Hucker

Inside this cage is a bird that flies high and swift.
It is bright shining and free
And fearless.

Genres: Loss, hope, redemption, wish, sad,

FLY
by Carolyn Hucker

Inside this cage is a bird that flies high and swift.
It is bright shining and free
And fearless.

Each night its earthbound body’s shed
It becomes a greater me
Limitless

It’s choices are without number,
To run or fly or just to Be.
It sparks

To cast a shadow on the clouds,
To run among the fallen leaves,
To make angels in the snow,
To climb among the summer hills
To leave the cast-off broken skin
And breathe and dance and spin
And just be that uncaged bird
Without the key of sleep.

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Def’s Poetry Pt. 1, Poetry by Def P The MC

Last night I had a dream of a round table discussion
Two people asked in unison, why is the world suffering
I looked to my right and said I don’t know Dr. King
The world is kinda crazy and I know you had a dream
Of equality and liberty but why’d you have to leave
See, black people needed you, we needed to believe
We needed our hero, we needed our voice

Genre: Inspirational, Motivational, Life, Dreams

Def’s Poetry Pt. 1
by Def P The MC

Last night I had a dream of a round table discussion
Two people asked in unison, why is the world suffering
I looked to my right and said I don’t know Dr. King
The world is kinda crazy and I know you had a dream
Of equality and liberty but why’d you have to leave
See, black people needed you, we needed to believe
We needed our hero, we needed our voice
And with brothers killing brothers how in the world can we rejoice
Everytime I cut the news on there’s another death in Cleveland
And we all know when it comes to murder there’s never a good enough reason
So why are we suffering Dr. King, just take a listen
To the pain in people’s voices through the words I’m out here spitting
Civil Rights was just another very false premonition
And even though our president’s black, I bet the next one isn’t
And that’s not a prediction it’s a well known fact
But see I’m always nonviolent Dr. King, you taught me that

But what about the people man, why all the corruption
I don’t know Mr. Marley, that’s another good discussion
Greed is a disease that everyone’s affected by
And I hope that when I leave the world the message I leave behind
Is one of generosity and one of being free
See I’d give my last ten dollars to a homeless man on the street
Just so he can have a drink and if he wants to eat
He can go to Burger King and get a whopper, with cheese (haha)
But that’s just me, always nice, always smiling
Always giving, never taking, always hurt but never crying
Mr. Marley you taught me one love, one heart
I’m only 20 years old but I’ve been jamming from the start
Rehearsing my lines so that I can play my part
Call me the next Einstein because I’m playing it smart

Playing it smart? You’ve got to be joking
You dropped out of college to make music and started smoking
What kind of move is that, what can you achieve with this “rap”
And did you forget about those student loans you need to pay back?
Look man, I understand you need to follow your dreams
But this has been you’re dream since you turned 16
And not a single thing has happened, why do you still believe?
I turn to my conscience and say “Well you see,
I believe in the dream because the dream believes in me.
I could never sell my soul there’s a piece in every beat.
And about the student loans, they’ll get it when I’m ready.
So what if I smoke and my build is kinda hefty.
See I love to make music but it’s not just for me,
It’s for the person in the crowd who wants follow their dream.
For the heartbroken person trying hard to be happy
While the one that you love is treating you like a lackey.
I’m not attacking I’m saying that as people we need to rise
And stop being so discouraged by these negative lies.
You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful, you’re beautiful, you too
So stop listening to the lies and just do what you do.”

Last night I had a dream, better yet, had an epiphany
To promote peace, give back and love life endlessly

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Read the best of DEPRESSION Poetry from all over the world

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I PROMISE, by Sky Boivin
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/09/23/i-promise-poetry-by-sky-boivin/

THE REAL DEFINITIION OF DEPRESSION, by Linsday Gignac
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/08/28/the-real-definition-of-depression-poetry-by-lindsay-gignac/

CURTAINS LEAK, by Kelly Rice
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/08/15/curtains-leak-poetry-by-kelly-rice/

SYSTEM SCAN, by R.H.M. Wilde
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/08/01/system-scan-poetry-by-r-h-m-wilde/

YOU SAID I SAID, by Alejandra Erebia
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/07/29/you-said-i-said-poetry-by-alejandra-erebia/

I AM THOUGHT, by Sidney Krausz
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/07/17/i-am-thought-poetry-by-sidney-krausz/

POEM, by Liana Kaylee Avila
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/07/16/poem-poetry-by-liana-kaylee-avila/

POETRY, by Gloria Oyewusi
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/06/16/poetry-poetry-by-gloria-oyewusi/

DEATH, by Samuel Fatokun
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/31/death-poetry-by-samuel-fatokun/

THE DRINKING GAME, by Hanna Aib-Akl
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/23/the-drinking-game-poetry-by-hanna-abi-akl/

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A Special Place, Poetry by Pamela L. Compton

The sunset is a beautiful splendor to behold.
The sky seems like it’s on fire,and the clouds are trimmed in gold.
Sometimes it seems so gentle,
Like a lovers soft embrace.

GENRE – Love , Life , Relationships

A Special Place
by Pamela L. Compton

The sunset is a beautiful splendor to behold.
The sky seems like it’s on fire,and the clouds are trimmed in gold.
Sometimes it seems so gentle,
Like a lovers soft embrace.
We are so very lucky to have such a special place.
A place where our inner spirit’s can be free.
Couple’s in the night stay to watch the joining of darkness with light.
These two forces joined together are more united then when apart.
Embraces the feelings within their hearts.

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A NOU PLACE: My commute, Poetry by Caoimhe O’Neill

There is a woman I pass
Every morning,
Underground in a walkway of Diego de Leon,
She sings the same ABBA song.
Every morning.

Genre: Art, Travel, Commute, Observation, Life, Society

Parte Uno

A NOU PLACE: My commute
by Caoimhe O’Neill

There is a woman I pass
Every morning,
Underground in a walkway of Diego de Leon,
She sings the same ABBA song.
Every morning.

Her voice is impaled by her own poverty,
A voice squealing to ignorant and bustling passers-by.

They have coins slouching in their
Pockets, bags, purses.
But none clinks its way to her.

There is a man when I emerge from the metro at Santiago Bernabéu.
I pass the scooters in their messy rows.
I pass the people of Madrid’s
“Canary Wharf”
With their suits and golden euros.

This man he leans against a pillar,
Everyday, mid-morning I watch his leg laze solemnly as the other props him up.
He smokes, he leans, he smokes, he never leaves and only his clothes and the date changes.

He contemplates or he does not,
all the while his dirtied, beige boots are still.
He is not a beggar like the woman,
despite a scuffed look.

I question who is the most entertaining statue on my morning commute?

I don’t answer,

I do know that my commute will never
Be free from characters,
from still or moving lives,
from man nor woman.

Parte Dos:

CALLE DE ORENSE

People on bikes,
Your Lance Armstrong or Bradley Wiggins types.

People with headphones,
Your Michael Jackson or Leonard Cohen types.

People in cafes,
Your J K Rowling or James Joyce
types.

There are people all over,
in Madrid, Paris, London, Lisbon, Milan

European people who cycle on reckless city roads or glorious mountain pass, who sing and dance, who write with real ink and fashionably sip cappuccinos and peer longingly into a hustling street.

The latter is like me,
Those who write for love
and for dreamy trade.
Some people all the while, do other things.

We are Europeans and living on the mainland
Makes me write with an increased flourish and flair for I belong to this artsy RACE.

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Lines, Poetry by Matt Griesinger

Lines keep us in order.
If we can keep ourselves between the yellow and the white,
pass when it’s dotted and stay patient when it’s solid,
we will arrive at the solemn promise
of shelter from disorder.

Genre: Romance and Relationship

Lines
by Matt Griesinger

Lines keep us in order.
If we can keep ourselves between the yellow and the white,
pass when it’s dotted and stay patient when it’s solid,
we will arrive at the solemn promise
of shelter from disorder.
But that shelter is mythical.
Magical, sure. Practical, maybe. But all the while, hypocritical.
See, the shelter doesn’t exist.
The mythical, seemingly magical, possibly practical, definitely hypocritical shelter
is what new fathers, holding a bundle of six pounds, yearn for,
what cracked out junkies burn for,
what ivory tower academics press you to learn for,
and what once drunken sluts now bored housewives turned for.
The myth of safety in numbers, safety in lines
is pervasive and attractive.
It is invasive and reactive
In nature.
And I don’t mean nature in the form of the waves on the beach.
The waves that destroyed the dunes
and the wooden stairs leading to my house.
The stairs, dampened from perpetual high tides that never returned to low,
that led to a balcony.
In five years, the waves will destroy the stairs.
In ten years, the waves will destroy the balcony.
In twenty years, the waves will still carry the Memory.
The Memory lives on the incalculable shape on each individual wave.
The waves carry no lines, no safety, and no shelter.
They carry the memory of my beautiful blonde running down the stairs.
My beautiful blonde smiling up at me on the balcony.
My beautiful blonde bathed in innocence and swimming with grace.
She is the Memory.
As She walks on the sands,
the commands and demands
of a life in worship
strike repeatedly with the waves.
So when She changes hands, I feel the weight of the laying of the hands
as I realize that while I leave footprints in the sands of time,
She leaves footprints across my soul.
As I leave footprints for forlorn and shipwrecked brethren,
She becomes a veteran of my soul
as She lifts the oppression
and shows me pieces of heaven.
She lives without lines and provides
none for me.
Instead, She divides what I knew and collides two views
as She decides on a life outside the lines.
We will reside in the world of the Memory.
My beautiful blonde shining in the ocean.
Me, Her hero in the strife, at work building a life,
watching over Her and Her innocence,
Her poise and Her grace.
There are no lines. There is no order.
Only the living Memory.

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Read the best of SPIRITUAL Poetry from all over the world

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ONE WOMAN, by TS Willis
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/09/29/one-woman-poetry-by-ts-willis/

MAN OF COLOUR, by Pam Choji Samuel
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/08/27/man-of-colour-poetry-by-pam-choji-samuel/

NATURES BREATH, by Agata Pujsza
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/08/27/natures-breath-poetry-by-agata-pujsza/

BELOVED WITH BELOVED, by Farzana Moon
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/08/21/beloved-with-beloved-poetry-by-farzana-moon/

ETERNITY, by Anna Mosca
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/08/15/eternity-poetry-by-anna-mosca/

I WIL HOLD ME PEN TO BED, by Ibrahim Olalere
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/07/29/i-wil-hold-my-pen-to-bed-poetry-by-ibrahim-olalere/

MAJORITY, by Sanijela Matkovic
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/07/20/majority-poetry-by-sanijela-matkovic/

LABYRINTH, by Greg Fanning
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/06/19/labyrinth-poetry-by-greg-fanning/

ONE STEP, by Morca
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/06/01/one-step-poetry-by-morca/

THE BREAKUP, by Eleanor Healy
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/26/the-breakup-poetry-by-eleanor-healy/

DIAMONDS OF NEPAL, by Robyn Campbell
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/16/diamonds-of-nepal-poetry-by-robyn-campbell/

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Read the best of HOPE Poems from around the world

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FREE POETRY CONTEST – Deadline TODAY

LITTLE GIRL, by Tessarra Parrish

Little girl, Poetry by Tessarra Parrish

ANYONE, by Robert Valleau

ANYONE?, Poetry by Robert Valleau

SOUTH BOUND, by Ruth Andrew Garnes

South Bound, Poetry by Ruth Andrews Garnes

PARK BENCH, by Omneya Osama

PARK BENCH, Poetry by Omneya Osama

THE TRAIN TRIP HOME, by Ben Marchant

The Train Trip Home, Poetry by Ben Marchant

THE COLOR OF MY SKIN, by Sonya Marshall

THE COLOR OF MY SKIN, Poetry by Sonya Marshall

BE LEAF, by The Poet Azeem

Be Leaf, Poetry by The Poet Azeem

LOVE FINDS HOPE, by Gloria Oyewusi

Love Finds Hope, Poetry by Gloria Oyewusi

BRIGHTER THAN THE MOON, by Gloria Oyewusi

Brighter Than The Moon, Poetry by Gloria Oyewusi

THE CLEANSING OF RAIN, by Joan Treppa

The Cleansing of Rain, Poetry by Joan Treppa

POETRY, by Gloria Oyewusi

#Poetry, Poetry by Gloria Oyewusi

MY BELOVED, by Sunshant Kr. Pandey

My Beloved, Poetry by Sushant kr.Pandey

WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD, by Pyja Jurid

What a Wonderful World, Poetry by Pyja Jurid

THE VISIT, by Stacey Ann Duhaney

THE VISIT, Poetry by Stacy-Ann Duhaney

DIAMONDS OF NEPAL, by Robyn Campbell

Diamonds Of Nepal, Poetry by Robyn Campbell

DEAR STRANGER, by Junaid Sallies

Dear stranger, Poetry by Junaid Sallies

TO BE DESIRED, by Patty Mooney

TO BE DESIRED, Poetry by Patty Mooney

YOU SOUND SO DISTANT, by Kela Maswabi

You sound so distant, Poetry by Kela Maswabi

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Best of RELATIONSHIP POEMS from around the world

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I HATE THAT I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, by Zari Riley
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/29/i-hate-that-i-love-you-so-much-poetry-by-zari-riley/

FOR YOU, by Arthurine Rice
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/29/for-you-poetry-by-arthurine-rice/

DARK RAIN, by Ava Leigh Stewart
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/28/dark-rain-poetry-by-ava-leigh-stewart/

EPHEMERAL HAPPINESS, by Asdfghjkl Qwertyuiop
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/26/ephemeral-happiness-poetry-by-asdfghjkl-qwertyuiop/

THE WAR BETWEEN TOPS BOTTOMS, by Jessica Holter
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/26/the-war-between-tops-bottoms-poetry-by-jessica-holter/

DEDICATED TO MY TEACHERS, by Vishal Verma
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/24/dedicated-to-my-teachers-poetry-by-vishal-verma/

MY MOMMY, by 13 Year Old Daughter
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/24/my-mommy-poetry-by-13-year-old-daughter/

I WISH ONE DAY, by Saiz
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/24/i-wish-one-day-poetry-by-saiz/

A POEM FOR MOTHERS, by Caleb Owusu
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/23/a-poem-for-mothers-poetry-by-caleb-owusu/

I MAY NOT BE EVERYONE’S CUP OF TEA BUT I AM SOMEONE’S DOUBLE VODKA, by Gun Roswell
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/21/i-may-not-be-everyones-cup-of-tea-but-i-am-someones-double-vodka-poetry-by-gun-roswell/

HATE ME LIKE YOU LOVED ME, by Mariah E. Wilson
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/16/hate-me-like-you-loved-me-poetry-by-mariah-e-wilson/

LOOK AT ME, by Alexis Davis
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/16/look-at-me-poetry-by-alexis-davis/

THE PLACES YOU LISTEN, by Janet Weil
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/16/the-places-you-listen-for-poetry-by-janet-weil/

I BELIEVED IN A GOD I WOULD BE PRAYING, by Megan Holman
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/16/if-i-believed-in-a-god-i-would-be-praying-poetry-by-megan-holman/

THIS CALM, by Keith Lotter
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/15/this-calm-poetry-by-keith-lotter/

DRIP DRIP DRIP, by CJ Flowers
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/15/drip-drip-drip-poetry-by-cj-flowers/

YOU SOUND SO DISTANT, by Kela Maswabi
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/15/you-sound-so-distant-poetry-by-kela-maswabi/

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Best of ROMANTIC Poetry from all over the world

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A STATUE, by Vonny Hy
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/08/07/like-a-statue-poetry-by-vonny-hy/

LOVE YOU DARK DESIRE, by Gisele Tisiegmund
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/08/03/love-our-dark-desire-poetry-by-gisele-t-siegmund/

FKED FEELINGS, by Irene-Michelle
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/08/03/fked-feelings-poetry-by-irenemichelle/

YOU ARE STILL IN MY DREAMS, by Joe Keppel
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/08/01/you-are-still-in-my-dreams-poetry-by-joe-keppel/

PURITY OF YOUR EYES, by Keegan Chetty
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/07/20/purity-of-your-eyes-poetry-by-keegan-chetty/

HER, by Javonne Williams
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/07/17/her-poetry-by-javonne-williams/

TWO LOVERS IN SWEDEN, by Karly Noelle Bacci
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/07/17/two-lovers-in-sweden-poetry-by-karly-noelle-bacci/

THE MIDNIGHT SHORES ON A CHRISTMAS MORNING, by Anakin Snider
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/06/27/the-midnight-shores-on-a-christmas-morning-poetry-by-anakin-snider/

WIDEST SKY AS MY EYES CATCH, by Umi Lasminah
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/06/22/widest-sky-as-my-eyes-catch-poetry-by-umi-lasminah/

TIMELESS BELOVED, by Emmanuel Hampton
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/06/14/timeless-beloved-poetry-by-emmanuel-hampton/

THE STORY WITH NO END, by Jyoti Vishwakarma
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/06/14/the-story-with-no-end-poetry-by-jyoti-vishwakarma/

MY BELOVED NIGHT SKY, by Reinaldo Buitron Jr.
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/31/my-beloved-night-sky-poetry-by-reinaldo-buitron-jr/

DESTINED, by T-E-O
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/31/destined-poetry-by-t-e-o/

THE FEAR OF LOSING HER, by John Kavanaugh
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/29/the-fear-of-losing-her-poetry-by-john-kavanaugh/

FOR YOU, by Arthurine Rice
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/29/for-you-poetry-by-arthurine-rice/

THE WAR BETWEEN TOPS BOTTOMS, Jessica Holter
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/26/the-war-between-tops-bottoms-poetry-by-jessica-holter/

I WISH ONE DAY, by Saiz
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/24/i-wish-one-day-poetry-by-saiz/

NERD IN ME, by Gun Roswell
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/19/nerd-in-me-poetry-by-gun-roswell/

THE EXCEPTION TO THE RULE, by Write Cornered
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/16/the-exception-to-the-rule-by-writer-cornered/

IF I BELIEVED IN A GOD I WOULD BE PRAYING, by MEgan Holman
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/16/if-i-believed-in-a-god-i-would-be-praying-poetry-by-megan-holman/

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