Deadline June 30th: FREE Poetry Contest

All entries get their POEM shown on this website. AND, you can submit your Poem to be made into a video (guaranteed 1000s of view).

GET YOUR POETRY SEEN. This network averages over 95,000 visitors a day to read your poems. SUBMIT ANYTIME


The RULES are simple:

1. Write a POEM. Send it to this contest for FREE and it will be POSTED on this site guaranteed for 100,000s to see. (you own all rights to this poem and whenever you want it taken down, send us an email).

2. Email your POEM to submission@festivalforpoetry.com in .pdf, .doc, .wpd, .rtf, or .fdr format or just cut and paste it into the body of the email.

3. SUBMIT as many poems as you like. (NOTE: One FREE poem per person. If you like to submit multiple poems, please let us know and we’ll give you price quote.)

4. Let us know what GENRE each of your submitted poems falls under. (as many genres as you want). Angry, Cocky, Dark, Death, Family, Fear, Friendship, Funeral, Funny, Hope, Hurt, Inspirational, Kids, Life, Long, Love, Motivational, Painful, Personality, Philosophical, Political, Pressure, Redemption, Relationships, Religion, Revenge, Rhyme, Romantic, Sad, Sexy, Society, Work. OR YOU NAME YOUR OWN GENRE!!

OR, PAY THE $25 SUBMISSION FEE AND WE’LL DO A POETRY READING PERFORMED BY A PROFESSIONAL ACTOR (guaranteed 1000s of views online)

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OR, PAY THE $400 SUBMISSION FEE AND WE’LL TURN YOUR POEM INTO A MOVIE! (guaranteed 10,000s of views online)

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There is no festival like this!

Mainly what this contest does is give exposure to the writer. They will be able to obtain a solid agent, plus get notice by producers looking for writers like yourself. NOTE: The writer will always own 100% rights to their poem. The only thing we do is help the writer gain exposure by having their story showcased at our festival and on this website.

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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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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 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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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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Poetry, by James Spilman

Genre: Life

There sitting beside you.

You look into his eyes and see a mirror or a bottomless well

Either way you can’t tell

Who’s there

In that chair.

 

 

 

 

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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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December 2016 – Read the best of NEW POETRY from around the world

Go to http://www.festivalforpoetry.com and submit your poem for free.

Read the best of new poetry from poets from around the world:

LADY MARIE, by Matthias Pantaleon
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/12/13/lady-maria-poetry-by-matthias-pantaleon/

CHEES PIECE, by Irene Mahanyu
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/12/13/chess-piece-poetry-by-irene-mahanyu/

THE FACE OF GOD, by Deborah Johnson
The Face of God, Poetry by Deborah Johnson

THE JOURNEY HOME, by Tyson Cantrell
The Journey Home, Poetry by Tyson Cantrell

IT IS I, by Daniel Franco
It Is I, Poetry by Daniel Franco

STILL THOUGHTS, by Jade Cecilia Macauley
Still Thoughts, Poetry by Jade Cecilia Macauley

GONE, by Heather Bryant
Gone, Poetry by Heather Bryant

WHY, by David Mayall
Why?, Poetry by David Mayall

SATAN AND HIS FORBIDDEN ISLAND, by Aziz Alkaabi
Satan and his forbidden island, Poetry by Aziz Alkaabi

A BALEFUL BANISHMENT, by Sujoy Bhattacharya
A baleful banishment, Poetry by Sujoy Bhattacharya

THE VOICE, by Tabitha Ashley
The Voice, Poetry by Tabith’Ashley

THE SEMPITERNAL SAPPHIRE, by Sohinee Dey
The Sempiternal Sapphire, Poetry by Sohinee Dey

THE BATTLE, by Glen Hill
The Battle, Poetry by Glen Hill

Chess Piece, Poetry by Irene Mahanyu

 Genre: Betrayal

 

You play your game
And you call it fair
we’re basically hanging from chains
And all you do is stare?
you always seem to turn out as the victor
And you have it no other way

We stand In the image of chess pieces with every move you’ve already planned ahead
standing on your black and white board just waiting to be picked up again
Who’s to know whom you pick up next

You made us believe you were someone else
Someone special, someone true
We grew fond of you and you did to
Yet you chose to betray us and barely left us clues
But now you’ve finally revealed what’s true
With no warning we were left wondering what to do
Throw you away?
Play along?
All these questions of what to do!

The way you made us all look like fools
You left us running around in circles one after another
But you obviously made yourself the master
Is that what we always were to you?
Just some kids you could push around
Controlled us step by step each move thought of with grave detail afraid you’d slip up

The way you acted was so honest to the point that it was almost right
You played the part that you knew we would believe
The one that we could not catch out on
There was just no thoughts of it being you
No it was never you
Except it was..
One minor slip up
One mistake is all it took to turn your love into hate

Your game of riddles that you found entertaining is about to get a whole new twist
this time we’re in control
We’re the masters
With no one by your side
You’ll be left to do nothing but hide
So now a chess piece
Let’s just see how this plays out

 

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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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Moon Sparks, Poetry by James R Adams II

Genre: Life

The Sun threw sparks of Moon Light
To warm the waters of the Gulf
The sparks they danced and flickered
The World lost in myself

A menthol smoked me deeply
As I rode a Marlboro Rail
The hot Gulf air it breathed me
Too distracted to even tell

My gravity it pulled the Earth
It could not separate
I sucked its helium through my feet
It could not float away

I swore again this one last time
It would never be the same
I payed my toll, the bridge crossed me
As the sky below me rained

The Emperor kept on dancing
No pitchforks pierced his feet
The demons all were laughing
Their works both incomplete

Why then won’t you tell me
It’s so hard to separate
The madness from the music
Our Illusions from our Fate

Most mysteries go unanswered
No need for question marks
The days they end with commas
But Life lives on a Spark

So now I am tap dancing
On light speckles in the Gulf
The Angels all are laughing
And the Demons all are broke

So please now don’t you ask me
How it’s simple to separate
Between the madness of the Music
And reflections judged in haste

As I sat in glaring silence
And watched what I had done
The shade began to blind me
My ears screamed at the Sun

It’s rays swallowed my virtues
I thought oh what a mess
As demons put me in their sights
A Kevlar bullet pierced my chest

I cried in indignation
At what I thought they’d done
They screamed “That wasn’t for you’
We were aiming at your son

So tell me why it’s so hard
To really separate
The madness from the music
And the questions of our faith

I pointed my gun at myself
And I loaded it with salt
You won’t hurt me this time
I’m prepared for your assault

When the firecrackers went off
July Fourth in full swing
I swigged on your shortcomings
And chased it with a ring

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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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