Quotes

The desperate need to differentiate oneself from regular citizens was once done by wearing a social garment, zoot suits, pegged pants, motorcycle jackets, disheveled jeans. Social responsibilities changed. It was no longer sufficient to dress differently. Body art, piercing, gaudy colored hair became normal, to allow conformists to stand out from the herd.

via Read Poem: Self-Assertion, by Gary Beck — POETRY FESTIVAL. Submit to site for FREE. Submit for actor performance. Submit poem to be made into film.

Eerie hands paint the canvas black While wisps of smoke still linger Surely, evil has become manifest Where once were talented fingers Brushstrokes of darkness in shades of gray Follow along haunted lines Lost are the souls whose eyes behold This gallery of Hades lies Countless virgins sacrificed Off cliffs over a raging sea Whilst […]

via Read Poem: THE DEVIL’S CLUTCH, by Kevin Parish — POETRY FESTIVAL. Submit to site for FREE. Submit for actor performance. Submit poem to be made into film.

THE BUTTERFLY EVENT! The Official Poem for the Butterfly Life Cycle Lesson Plan! Excerpt The Butterfly event is nature’s intent for you to know sent from heaven rain for seven so you can grow, and learn how to gather your wings to fly anywhere you want to go, THE BUTTERFLY EVENT The Butterfly event is […]

via Read Poem: BUTTERFLY EVENT, by MARK-ALAN — POETRY FESTIVAL. Submit to site for FREE. Submit for actor performance. Submit poem to be made into film.

The whisper of sweet nothings in your ear projecting love in the background feeling something familiar inside The vibrations you feel with every beat followed by the distant and vague strokes you hear from the amplification of it all Turning poetry into perfection and a memorable moment in your mind it feels so sublime to […]

via Read Poem: The Artist, by Latonia Sears — POETRY FESTIVAL. Submit to site for FREE. Submit for actor performance. Submit poem to be made into film.

Let’s talk about the Swedish teen Who’s been making headlines, Appearing on screens With Red Light warnings About global warming And the indifference of the masses. Greta Thunberg – With the might of an iceberg She stands. She’s stood alone and with many, At home or abroad, Stand does she Stubbornly Broad with defiance, A […]

via Read Poem: ENOUGH, by Mirain — POETRY FESTIVAL. Submit to site for FREE. Submit for actor performance. Submit poem to be made into film.

Sending out thy truest love Without a chance to bear I shall reap what I sow Affirmed were your decisions Living proof of your deserter Your gun pointed to my heart My last words on your mouth For I am Piconni the give out lover Merciless and hopeless For I remained chained to you With […]

via Read Poem: Piconni The Give Out Lover, by Rachel Kabura — POETRY FESTIVAL. Submit to site for FREE. Submit for actor performance. Submit poem to be made into film.

With my husband by my side, I sit and reflect Upon my image in the stream At wonder in the changes of my being The weather warm but windy, with oft a gentle spray of rain I feel lively, lightness appears to be my gain Sat at a spot of such beauty, it takes your […]

via Read Poem: A Day in the Lake District, by Jacqueline Mead — POETRY FESTIVAL. Submit to site for FREE. Submit for actor performance. Submit poem to be made into film.

Narration by Val Cole Visual Design and Editor: Kimberly Villarruel Produced by Matthew Toffolo

via POETRY MOVIE: The Bombing of Tabriz, by Mary Freericks — POETRY FESTIVAL. Submit to site for FREE. Submit for actor performance. Submit poem to be made into film.

“I saw truth flick a cigarette at those guys” “Truth don’t even smoke,” somebody else said Another witness remarked, “Truth didn’t do anything, the guys in the car just shot for no reason” Three people said truth started saying stuff, stuff nobody wanted to hear and that some people told truth to shut up, but […]

via Read Poem: Truth Be Told, by Phil Ginsburg — POETRY FESTIVAL. Submit to site for FREE. Submit for actor performance. Submit poem to be made into film.

My flower was laden with dew, So pink, so moist, and open; Like lips that are parted in two, Her center, her tongue, was golden. And crossed by green blades of grass, Formed in a triumphal arch; Through which some great man could pass, Or some great army march.

via Read Poem: Poem on a Flower, by Tom Evans — POETRY FESTIVAL. Submit to site for FREE. Submit for actor performance. Submit poem to be made into film.