May 2017 – Read the best of NEW Poetry from around the world.

CLICK the links and read the best of poetry:

WHERE ROSES GROW, by Zainab F. Raza
https://festivalforpoetrydotcom.wordpress.com/2017/04/22/poetry-where-roses-grow-by-zainab-f-raza/

THE BALLAD OF JOHNNY RAY SIXPACK, by John Ervin
Poetry: THE BALLAD OF JOHNNY RAY SIXPACK by John Ervin

THE LIGHT SHINES BRIGHTEST IN THE DARK, by Shenita Etwaroo
Poetry: The Light Shines Brightest In the Dark By Shenita Etwaroo

IN THE STARS, by Marcus G. Taylor
Poem: In the Stars, by Marcus G. Taylor

MY PANIC LIFE, by Amanda Beyer
Poem: My Panic Life, by Amanda Beyer

INNERPEACE, by Anthony Yandell
Poem: Innerpeace by Anthony Yandell

I CLOSE MY EYES, by Anjum Wasim Dar
Poem: I Close My Eyes To See, by Anjum Wasim Dar

ROMANCE, by Peter J. Frady
Poem: Romance, by Peter J. Frady

LOVING WITH AN ARRHYTHMIA, by J. Nacalaban
Poem: Loving with an Arrhythmia, by J. NACALABAN

THE CYCLE, by Cheron Turnley
Poem: The Cycle, by Cheron Turnley

JUST A PIECE, by Nittystan
Poem: JUST A PIECE, by Nittystan

LOVED DARK AND WASN’T SAD, by Tanvi Sareen
Poem: Loved Dark and Wasn’t Sad, by Tanvi Sareen

DIAPER BAG, by Kimmy Alan
Poem: Diaper Bag, by Kimmy Alan

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April 2017 – Read the best of POEMS from around the world

Submit your POETRY to the festival today: http://www.festivalforpoetry.com/

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BOAMORTE, by Juan Antonio Garcia
Boamorte, Poetry by Juan Antonio García

IMPERATIVES, by Divina Sobrepena
Imperatives, Poetry by Divina Sobrepeña

HALF PINTS, by Edward Michaels
Half pint’s, Poetry by Edward Michaels

AFTER THE WAR, by Miriam Beza
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2017/03/29/after-the-war-poetry-by-miriam-beza/

LEGENDARY, by Clara Pohlam
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2017/03/29/legendary-poetry-by-clara-pohlman/

SOUL FORSAKEN, by M. Arundel
Soul Forsaken, Poetry by M. Arundel

BIG FAMILY, by Caiubi Maranho
Big Family, Poetry by Caiubi Maranho

THE SONG OF THE SWORD, by BR Peabody
The Song of the Sword, Poetry by B R Peabody

BOTH SIDES OF THE FENCE, by Latonia Sears
Both Sides Of The Fence, Poetry by Latonia Sears

TERMINATORS, by David E. Gates
Terminators, Poetry by David Gates

I AM FROM THE 20TH CENTURY, by Miriam Beza
I AM FROM THE 20 CENTURY, Poetry by Miriam Beza

DISEASE S U, by Darrell Herbert
Disease S.U. , Poetry by Darrell Herbert

I DID IT ALL FOR YOU, by James Stordy
I did it all for you, Poetry by James Stordy

ADIEU MY SWEET, by Dr. Pan Gabrielides
Adieu my sweet…, Poetry by Dr. Pan Gabrielides

I am just in case, Poetry by Callie Kamanitz

 Genre: Personality

I am a cat lover
A brunette covered
Head with bright and shiny thoughts.
I am an older sister
I am a never misser
Until I do.
I am a giver
From a mom who shivers
For me so I don’t have to worry
But I do anyways.
I am attention seeking
Pretending that peeking
From behind the curtains makes me nervous
Because I think it should.
I am an open book
But only when you look
To take off the dust cover.
I like to hide
But more to seek
Because hiding results in loss
And you can only win when searching.
I am searching abroad
For the endless applause
That I pretend means nothing
Because it should
But it means everything to me.
I am a baker, not a cook
Hidden far into the nook
Of unfinished projects bluffing perfection
Because unfinished is just an
F in the end.
I am just a mess
Who happens to be best dressed
For the label of success
I am a pretender
Who can only begin
When the curtains close
And the performance really starts.
I am a redeemer
From coupon codes to
Emotions wrapped within
The chains of a murderer.
I am innocence
Born from maturity
Unknown to most
Known well to few
Fully to none.
I am exploring the uncharted
As long as the uncharted is understood.
I am taking risks
As long as the risks are safe.
I am a contradiction
Wrapped up in a neat little bow
With so many atoms moving at once
No one can tell they are moving at all.
I am selfless
And not magnanimous
I am priceless
And not worth it
I am the whispers in the morning
And the screams in the night.
They both say the same thing.
The windows brings the whispers
The steam brings the screams.
They both say the same thing.
Bolstered by the cacophony of
Mellow melodies
Picked just for me- how fitting
That I choose to break.
For most, breaking is the event, mending is the choice
I choose to break and mending is a concert full of
People and interaction and light
That I put off and wait to be invited to
But my friends aren’t interested in that band
And I don’t care enough to seem them live.
I am the earth
Impacted by the storm, wind, fire
But not by the earthquakes
Because I made them and I know they
Can’t do too much
Even if they can.
I am a yearbook
Opened when someone gets lonely
And reminisces about how good it was
And how much they miss it
I am the hour hand on a clock
Often mistaken for the famous minute
Only noticed when someone wastes time
But always around just in case.
I am the fire extinguisher in an ocean
I am the band-aid in an operating room
I am the just in case never needed.

 

 

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February 2017 – Read the best of NEW POETRY from around the world.

Read NEW poem from poets from around the world for the month of February 2017. The best of new talent online today: 

SHE CRIES, by Odonko Ba
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2017/01/30/she-cries-alone-poetry-by-odonko-ba/

HEARTBREAK, by Shalana Pace
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2017/01/30/heartbreak-poetry-by-shalana-pace/

LOST, by Grim Angel
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2017/01/30/lost-poetry-by-grim-angel/

WHAT IF, by Cindi Walton
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2017/01/30/what-if-poetry-by-cindi-walton/

CONNEMARA, by Christine Emmert
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2017/01/30/connemara-poetry-by-christine-emmert/

PARALYSIS, by A Mara Prose Poem
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2017/01/30/paralysis-a-mara-prose-poem/

DEAR PAIGEY, by Astroleuth the Poet
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2017/01/30/dear-paigey-by-astroleuth-the-poet/

FOREVER, by George W. Knox
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2017/01/30/forever-poetry-by-george-w-knox/

CODA, by Forrest Jamie
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2017/01/30/coda-poetry-by-forrest-jamie/

HOW TO KILL YOURSELF, by Emma Miles
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2017/01/30/how-to-kill-yourself-poetry-by-emma-miles/

THEY ALWAYS BITE THE HAND THAT FEEDS THEM, by Sofia Kioroglou
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2017/01/30/they-always-bite-the-hand-that-feeds-them-poetry-by-sofia-kioroglou/

ENJOY, by Guillermo Rocha
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2017/01/30/enjoy-poetry-by-guillermo-rocha/

HAPPY, by Samrat Rudra
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2017/01/30/happy-poetry-by-samrat-rudra/

Happy, Poetry by Samrat Rudra

Genre: hurt, dark, death, sad

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 When I was happy
I didn’t bother to care
that people are dying, orphans are crying
I satisfied that I am here…

Here so happy and cherish and good
But still I wish for more,
But what about the beggars on street
or people who died ashore..

I am so happy but still I am crying
that so much I didn’t get
Think about the soldiers who die
Their funerals don’t have a bed

Blood is shed, sacrifices made
It’s how they leave their loved
So when I compare them with my life
I am happy and its not so hard…

 

 

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Drawing, Poetry by Rebecca Behar

Genre: Love, Relationship, Rhyme 

These fines lines
In light strokes
Are sketched with
A trembling brush
Tears are shed
Without intention
Impermanence
A recurrent figure
In the symmetry of cycles
Where codes order
The world chaos
A touch of purple
For a blade of grass
Who knows
Where the storm comes from
Who knows
Where love will go

Dessin
Ces traits fins
Cette touche légère
Le pinceau tremble
Les larmes coulent
Où est l’intention ?
Impermanence
Un chiffre répété
Cycle ou symétrie
L’ordre des codes
Le chaos des mondes
Un brin de pourpre
Pour un brin d’herbe
Qui sait d’où vient
La tempête
Qui sait où s’en va
L’amour

© Rebecca Behar
Paris

 

 

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A Letter I’ll Never Send, by Amari James (aka Marz)

Genre: LOVE

 

Love is an evil, evil thing. When you fall in love, you literally fall. You crash to the ground and every last bone in your body breaks. But you don’t notice because you have this beautiful boy whispering sweet nothings in your ear and giving you butterflies when he kisses your forehead, so nothing else matters. Then he leaves. He leaves, and you feel it. You feel every broken bone as if they’re breaking all over again. Your chest caves in and you find yourself crying hysterically in your car at 4am, desperately gasping for air that doesn’t taste like him, and trying to hold your broken bones together. But his old t-shirts don’t work as a cast; wrapping them around yourself won’t fix the craters in your ribs. Nothing will stop the aching; nothing will fix the hole in your heart that love has dug.

I always thought falling in love was supposed to be like a fairytale. And I swore it would never happen to me, because I had seen what love could do to you; how it could completely destroy a person and leave them to pick up the broken pieces. But one day, you smiled at me, and holy s**t I lost it.

I fell in love with the way you made me feel, kinda like Cinderella. But our happily ever after didn’t last as long as it was supposed to. It’s so hard because when you held me I felt complete. My heart felt whole for the first time in my life. When life was hard on me, you were there to make it better. You were supposed to be my forever and always. Somehow, our forever was cut short.

I try so hard to stay away from you. But like someone addicted to crack or cocaine, I’m always craving you. And just like the drug addicts, I’m addicted to the way you made me feel; like I’m on cloud 9, a permanent high that I never wanted to end. From a young age, my parents warned me about the drugs in the street, but they never mentioned the ones with big brown eyes and a heartbeat that feels like home. Oh God, how I wish they had warned me about you.

 

~Marz

 

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