Part 1: Best of NEW Poetry – November 2016

Read the best of NEW Poetry from around the world: 

INTERTIA LIGHTNING ROD, by James R. Adams II
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/11/12/inertia-lightning-rod-poetry-by-james-r-adams-ii/

DEATH, by Dwain F. Hill
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/11/12/death-poetry-by-dwain-f-hill/

POEM BY, by Rahi Swati Patel
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/11/12/poem-by-rahi-swati-patel/

DESPERATE LOVE, by Fazia Tahir
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/11/12/desperate-love-poetry-by-fazia-tahir/

AMNESIA, by Mariam Akewusola
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/11/12/amnesia-poetry-by-mariam-akewusola/

MAKE ME FORGET, by Forrest Jamie
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/11/12/make-me-forget-poetry-by-forrest-jamie/

EVERY MOMENT, by Shannon Lee Rohn
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/11/12/every-moment-poetry-by-shannon-lee-rohn/

A SHIP LOG, by Hilde Susan Jaegtnes
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/11/12/a-ship-log-poetry-by-hilde-susan-jaegtnes/

UNFORGETTABLE, by Prateek Pappee Pandya
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/11/12/unforgettable-poetry-by-prateek-pappee-pandya/

FREEBIRD, by Lisa Atkinson
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/11/12/freebird-poetry-by-lisa-atkinson/

MY FIRST LOVE, by Lisa Atkinson
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/11/12/my-first-love-poetry-by-lisa-atkinson/

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My first Love, Poetry by Lisa Atkinson

 Genre: Hurt

 He knew he had the upper hand, because I was in love, and he was a man. Being the weakest link, no self worth, every time he would lie and cheat. Not feeling like my life was complete. My wounds was opened and inflamed, soaking up pain and sorrow, wishing that there was no tommorw.

We were growing happy together, happy heart’s, happy minds our souls were entwined. But something new appeared, or was she already there. Your first love, your bitch, your musical affair.

Go ahead ask her when the light’s are down and the camera’s are off, with your melody “She did it” playing very soft.

Will she give you love that drives you insane, or can she ease your pain. I doubt it, your heart, your love thang, your boo, the one you think is holding it down for you.

She’s offering you money, fame and game, when all I can do is give you everlasting sunshine after the rain.

 

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Deadline: FREE POETRY Festival – Get your poem made into a MOVIE and seen by 1000s. Three options to submit:
http://www.wildsound.ca/poetrycontest.html

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FREEBIRD, Poetry by Lisa Atkinson

Genre: Love

Extrodinaire you take extra love and care, your pretty white teeth makes my heart complete. When we come together, your rough & tough like leather…..Rat da tat tat, is the sound of your gun, but you still know how to have fun.

All that bravery, courageous & strong….. is it an act, because I’m just stating the facts . Your childhood dreams of living in Kendall Green. You were always around the red, yellow & brown..not to mention the black.

Not even thinking of going back. You saw her face & you wanted to taste. “Oh how sweet it is strawberries, peaches, plums & cranberries that runs. Got you tantalized, with your face between her thighs…

When she kiss your soft lips & you feel on her round pumpkin hips..
The battle call resonates in your soul, because this soldier just struck gold….

You don’t know where this is taking you, somewhere out there beyond the skys…is where this”FREEBIRD”flys….😉

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Deadline: FREE POETRY Festival – Get your poem made into a MOVIE and seen by 1000s. Three options to submit:
http://www.wildsound.ca/poetrycontest.html

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Unforgettable. . ., Poetry by Prateek (Pappee) Pandya

 Genre: Love, Rhyme, Relationship

 My love, you swear on me
Please return me,
The love and care of your enticing eyes
Please return me my lost galas to precise

My mind can never forget that blissful moment
When your youth glimpsed my love,
And there were emotions and grace all around
I gifted all those emotions to your voice
Please return me back those songs and emotions
Please return me my lost celebrations

I still remember that moment of my life
I got drunk through your serving eyes
And felt goose sperms through every pore of my body ,
When my hands touched your tender and soft skin
Please return me back that protent grace
Please return me my lost space

I have seen your glimpse once
My heart desires to see you again
And love you in the full moon night ,
By considering your shadow as white lotus in the silent lake
Please return me back that glimpse of bliss
Please return me my lost eternal kiss

Now please come in front and reveal your face
This is only cure for my pain and loneliness
Your retention has troubled me every way
Now please come here or I would loose my life today
Please return me back all those forgotten memories
Please return me my lost glories….

My love, you swear on my……

© Pappee
October 12, 2016.

 

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Deadline: FREE POETRY Festival – Get your poem made into a MOVIE and seen by 1000s. Three options to submit:
http://www.wildsound.ca/poetrycontest.html

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A SHIP LOG, Poetry by Hilde Susan Jaegtnes

Genre: Shitty love story, sugar breasts, erotic, obsession wit Danish assholes, dark love letter

 

6:20 pm. Arrival in Viborg, Denmark. He offers to carry my backpack and kicks up a piece of shiny quartz from the gravel. Lots of those around here, he says indifferently. He doesn’t notice me slipping the quartz into my pocket, the closest we’ll ever get to exchanging jewellery.

4:01 pm. I lie under the comforter, fall asleep while he is watching Brideshead Revisited and calling out the lines. I wake up as he pulls me out of my comforter cave. He sniffs my shoulder. No kissing. His face twists with seriousness, purgatory. He doesn’t take his glasses off when he goes to sleep. He turns me around, and back, can’t make up his mind, looks into my eyes by mistake. I face his wrath, obediently turn away, push back. The light from the laptop screen blesses the blind. Outside on the lawn, the seminar participants make a circle and learn how to look each other in the eye, trust each other, catch each other when they fall. The tree in the lake sinks another few millimeters into the mud.

11:40 pm. We’re sitting at the local tavern. The waitress leans towards us with her breasts full of sugar. He smiles at her, tells her he’ll be back tomorrow, once I’ve left. The Norwegian national team in cross-country cycling stomps into our evening dressed in skin-tight flags. Go Norway, I holler. His shoulders tighten with fury. How dare I molest them? They haven’t done anything to bother me. He turns away. We are too different, this won’t work, he barks. I bite down so my molars nearly break, the sugar crackles. The Norwegians hoist their flag to the top and topple the Big Dipper. The apples come crashing down on us, I cry, stumble ahead, unable see the path in the dark; he doesn’t let me hold onto him.
 

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Deadline: FREE POETRY Festival – Get your poem made into a MOVIE and seen by 1000s. Three options to submit:
http://www.wildsound.ca/poetrycontest.html

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Every Moment, Poetry by Shannon Lee Rohn

 Genre: Rhyme, Relationship

“I’ll never cover the beauty of the written word by being cosmetic,
Only to reveal the inner beauty from within the word by being poetic.” -S.Rohn

~Every Moment~

Sometimes we set ourselves back,
Everything we once had, disappeared as we shifted off track,
Everyday we struggle to find our way back.
The pain is buried so deep,
That a smile on our face is hard to keep,
Yet another battle on our own we have to defeat.
Why is the glory of the finish line so hard to reach?
When we find that our mistakes often repeat,
A lesson for our children should not be hard to teach,
Spots and area’s of our life and past are faded like bleach.
How do we keep coming back when we fall so hard?
The important moments in our life we often discard.
We worry so much what other people think,
And let worry conquer, in turn making us weak,
Sometimes we are drained by emotions and
not strong enough to speak,
We have no control, or power over someone else’s thoughts,
how they feel or what they choose to see,
But our gratitude to be who we are created to be.
Why is it someone else’s life we often forseek?
When all we really need is to look inside of what
makes our own heart beat.
Besides who ever said ‘life is a one way street?’
As long as we learn that our mistakes are not meant to repeat. 

Grab a hold of your seat,…
Life will pass us bye without a blink,
And the pages of our lives be written without ink.

Sometimes we set ourselves back,
Everything we once had, disappeared as we shifted off track,
Everyday we struggle to find our way back.
Have we not realized the reason we are here?
Not everyone is hidden behind what they appear.
We walk this earth and struggle to bring it all back,
Open your eyes and see that you’re not lost, just a little off track.

Will your kids still love you the same,
When your mistakes are covered and sprinkled with shame?
Why would you deny any mistake, if every moment has its place?
If the greatest memory of your life was taken from you because
of one given mistake….
You’d take it all back with every breath you take.

There is a reason for every moment, and its effect on our soul.
But will you embrace it or will you let it go?
Notice every memory as if time stood still,
Imagine every moment already lost, and never
again have the chance to feel. 

I will smile more tomorrow because I know that I tried,
It’s worth the struggle when you finally reach the top of mountain high.
So before you decide to hate the the struggle….remember
It’s the struggle that put you on track,
Life’s greatest gift, is the journey on how we find our way back.

Every moment given, is every memory taken,
Given to us for a deal never worth breakin’,
The cycle of the struggle is what makes us strong,
To finally find our spot in life and where we belong,
Without setting ourselves back and doing it all wrong.
Not to repeat the mistakes of our past,
Just breathe and inhale every moment …. as if it’s our last.

 

 

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Deadline: FREE POETRY Festival – Get your poem made into a MOVIE and seen by 1000s. Three options to submit:
http://www.wildsound.ca/poetrycontest.html

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Make Me Forget, Poetry by Forrest Jamie

Genres: Breakup, Denial, Friendship, Hurt, Love, One-sided, Painful, Relationships, Sad, Unrequited, Used

Your mouth leaves bruises and it makes me forget.
Forget you’re anything but mine and
tonight is all we have
and you’re lying.
Lying to yourself and a girl who is powerless to unlove you
because somehow it doesn’t matter.
It doesn’t matter when you’re holding me
that you’ll leave soon after.
Because it’s so easy to ignore the future
when you’re on top of me
trailing kisses down a familiar path
and when your lips burn bright
so I don’t think about the aftermath.
It doesn’t matter,
because we’re so good you make me forget
and you count on that.
So why agonize when you’re here
that soon you’ll be there
but there has to be something more that keeps you coming back
and you’ll always make sure I forget that.

 

 

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Deadline: FREE POETRY Festival – Get your poem made into a MOVIE and seen by 1000s. Three options to submit:
http://www.wildsound.ca/poetrycontest.html

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