Author: wildsoundwritingfestival

hostile negative reply to unwanted brash actions brought on valid reactions and refusal to comply. just disappear, she cares for you much too much. dangerous dark avenues through her ultra thin veneer led to trauma most severe, down a path she didn’t choose. just disappear, she cares for you much too much. weak from sleep… Continue reading Read Poem: just disappear, by Patrick Riley

Does time ever pause or stand completely still? No, it holds neither joy nor grief within its unyielding will. Who suffers when belittled by those intent on harm? May they not see our pain, nor cause further alarm. Shall they feast upon our tears, those who wish us pain? No, let them taste their own… Continue reading Read Poem: Cleansing, Sukanya Basu Mallik

i leave to become someone. tears are falling. every time i leave, mom spills water from the jug behind me maybe to wash them off, but maybe just to divert attention that happiness can still be forcibly awakened. i’m leaving and thinking about where i live when i leave… my home is my mother’s unbrushed… Continue reading Read Poem: home, by Nermin Delić

White fire glows of god’s warmth, and wrath, It scorches the fool on this way, a bloodbath He cries to the skies in pain today, do the math. He was killed that day by god, the psychopath.

I had a dream about you. we were sharing a cigarette on the pier and talking about the past. it was you who was talking— I listened like I always do. you told me that when you were younger you slid your motor- cycle straight under a truck. your ex-wife was fatally injured and you… Continue reading Read Poem: crash, by A D

In the kitchen, under disco ball’s soft glow, We’d salsa ’til the fridge light flickered slow. Your hand, calloused, spun me round and round, Laughter echoing, a joyful, silly sound. Now, the music’s muffled, a quieter beat, Your wavering steps, a cadence incomplete. Tears sting my eyes, hidden in my hair, Missing the dance, a… Continue reading Read Poem: Dance With My Husband Again, by Leigh Ann Raab

Deep within where shadows dwell, Leaves fall down as night’s own spell. On the forest floor, a darkened brush, Silent, grim, under twilight’s hush. Ancient trees, gnarled and stark, Guard the land where light fears to mark. Beneath each step, whispers rise, Air thick with decay, beneath cold skies. A brook flows hidden, secrets deep,… Continue reading Read Poem: Shadows, by Alexandra Shandrenko

being of age is finally believing in ghosts. on my pages you’ll find, people will push my pain to just push a point, paths will pause to patch the pattern of the pain. when diamonds grow participate under pressure, is this when i get to feel great? hopefully diamonds will blind the texture of my… Continue reading Read Poem: Of Age, by Jayden Curran

In the market’s lively throng, Where whispers mix and gazes long, A figure stands, simple and true, Radiating a light, a hopeful hue. Her lips, a curve, a gentle smile, Echoing joy in every style, Her hands, they oDer more than fare, A touch of kindness, love to share. Like chocolate on a summer’s day,… Continue reading Read Poem: She, like a chocolate popsicle, by JOSE E CARRANZA

An old man sipped coffee so rich, On a winter’s morn, a nostalgic pitch. The antique mug warmed his sight, As slushy steps danced in delight. Musty air, stinging cold, a sensory glitch.