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Read Poetry about LIFE from 2015

Read all poetry about LIFE:
http://www.wildsound.ca/life_poetry.html

Read poem with the theme of LIFE from poets from all over the world:

THE PERKY NIGHT, by Kelly Rice
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/06/16/the-perky-night-poetry-by-kelly-rice/

NEEDED SPACE, by Lorraine Ferns
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/06/16/needed-space-poetry-by-lorraine-ferns/

MY HANDICAP BEACH, by Buffy Sammons
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/06/16/my-handicap-beach-poetry-by-buffy-sammons/

ALL FOR THEIR GOD, by Donald Miller
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/06/15/all-for-their-god-poetry-by-donald-miller/

WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD, by Pyja Jurid
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/06/15/what-a-wonderful-world-poetry-by-pyja-jurid-2/

TO THOSE WHO DIED AT SEA, by Shiela May Baysa
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/06/12/to-those-who-died-at-sea-poetry-by-shiela-may-baysa/

WHERE’D THEY HIDE THE COWBOY, by Gayle Upshaw
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/06/12/whered-they-hide-the-cowboy-by-gayle-upshaw/

BRACKEN BED, by Frances Sheehan
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/06/11/bracken-bed-poetry-by-frances-sheehan/

FINE, RAIN, STORM, HEAT, COLD by Yamamoto Tatsuo
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/06/11/finerainstormheatcold-poetry-by-yamamoto-tatsuo/

SEEDS OF HOPE, by Kimberly Floria
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/06/11/seeds-of-hope-poetry-by-kimberly-floria/

SECRET OF A SEEDLING, by Musab Jamal
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/06/07/secret-of-a-seedling-poetry-by-musab-jamal/

SEEN BY WINDOWS, by Njabulo Dlamini
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/06/01/seen-by-windows-poetry-by-njabulo-dlamini/

FREEWAY TO SPACE, by Kathy Anderson
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/31/freeway-to-space-poetry-by-kathy-anderson/

UNTITLED, by Michele Gautard
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/29/untitled-poetry-by-michele-gautard/

MY LIFE IN ORBIT, by Ken W. Simpson
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/28/my-life-in-orbit-poetry-by-ken-w-simpson/

HOW THE HAT, by Stephen Karnaghan
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/28/how-the-hat-poetry-by-stephen-karnaghan/

THE TRUTH, by Prateeque Ojha
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/24/the-truth-poetry-by-prateeque-ojha/

PSEUDO PSEUDO ASSIST, by Stephanie Kay
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/24/pseudo-pseudo-assist-poetry-by-stephanie-kay/

HOW DID I COME TO THIS, by Catherine Adams Webb
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/24/how-did-i-come-to-this-poetry-by-catherine-adams-webb/

THE STORM, by Gayila Bolden
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/24/the-storm-poetry-by-gayila-bolden/

WHITE PROPAGANDA, by SM Cadman
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/24/white-propaganda-poetry-by-sm-cadman/

LOVE THIS LIFE, by Buffy Sammons
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/23/love-this-life-poetry-by-buffy-sammons/

WHY TERRORISM, by Husaina Shabbir
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/23/why-terrorism-poetry-by-husaina-shabbir/

THE BLAME GAME, by Gun Roswell
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/22/the-blame-game-poetry-by-gun-roswell/

TEA EARL GREY HOT, by Gun Roswell
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/21/tea-earl-grey-hot-poetry-by-gun-roswell/

HAVING MY CAKE AND EATING IT TOO, by Gun Roswell
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/20/having-my-cake-and-eating-it-too-poetry-by-gun-roswell/

ROCKET SCIENCE IT’S JUST LIFE, by Gun Roswell
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/20/rocket-science-its-just-life-poetry-by-gun-roswell/

MIRROR MIRROR, by Gun Roswell
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/19/mirror-mirror-poetry-by-gun-roswell/

I’M NOT EVIL I WAS JUST DRAWN THAT WAY, by Gun Roswell
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/19/im-not-evil-i-was-just-drawn-that-way-poetry-by-gun-roswell/

SIMPLY WEIRD, by Gun Roswell
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/18/simply-weird-poetry-by-gun-roswell/

THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE, by Gun Roswell
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/18/the-truth-is-out-there-poetry-by-gun-roswall/

MY BRAIN HAS TOO MANY TABS OPEN, by Gun Roswell
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/18/my-brain-has-too-many-tabs-open-poetry-by-gun-roswall/

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

WATCH this month’s poetry readings performed by professional actors:
http://www.wildsoundfestival.com/june_2015_poetry_readings.html

Read Today’s Selected Poetry:

Read Today’s Selected Poetry:

CETACEAN, by Stephen J. Jacobs
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/24/cetacean-poetry-by-stephen-j-jacobs/

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

WHITE PROPAGANDA, by SM Cadman
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/24/white-propaganda-poetry-by-sm-cadman/

THE STORM POETRY, by Gayila Bolden
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/24/the-storm-poetry-by-gayila-bolden/

THE SOLDIER, Natasha Singleton
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/24/the-soldier-poetry-by-natashja-singleton/

HOW DID I COME TO THIS, by Catherine Adams Webb
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/24/how-did-i-come-to-this-poetry-by-catherine-adams-webb/

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

PSEUDO PSEUDO ASSIST, by Stephanie Kay
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/24/pseudo-pseudo-assist-poetry-by-stephanie-kay/

THE TRUTH, by Prateeque Ojha
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/24/the-truth-poetry-by-prateeque-ojha/

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

THE TRUTH, Poetry by Prateeque Ojha

Genre: Rhyme, Dark, Life, Society

THE TRUTH
by Prateeque Ojha

Like a rose stifled by ribbons of words,
Enwrapped in a plastic bouquet of prose,
Made attractive as a whore’s painted face,
Once perceived by the senses, makes its way,
Serpent like into our hearts and sucks the
Soul like a python does its prey, deep within,
Beyond the reddened lips and blackened eyes,
Into an abysmal whirlpool of despair.
Seeking to suck you into its deep, dark,
Black hole, the other side of which lies,
A graveyard of dreams and a maze of trodden paths,
Lined by leafless trees, on a branch of one I see,
Perched my Soul withered, tired but enrapt by the
Vision of me peering at it from the gates of Time.

Still wondering at the absurdity of life!
Just when you think you’re traveling smoothly in your desired direction.
You’re suddenly thrown back to exactly where you started,
Despite all your fortifications against such setbacks.
Can we ever reach our stars?
Can we ever find the hidden pot at the end of the rainbow?
Can we really ever be FREE?

Knowing yourself and yet running away creates the conflict.
The whole milieu here is suffocating,
Like an imperceptible cloud of a lethal gas,
Choking one to a slow but sure death.
These concrete structures resembling plastic cakes stuck to each other,
Too seem to be fighting for space like their owners fighting for more.
Greed seems to be the operating system of these landlords!
The rain dissolves all accumulated dust.
The light from the street and vehicle head lamps,
Merges into the shimmering black roads,
Becoming one dissolved source of
Diffused light from somewhere
Beyond all the hustle bustle of the city.