Bridging cultural gaps through poetry
The Global Poetry Project is a place to share poetry.
The Global Poetry Project aims to provide a space for members to expand upon their cultural views through the writing and reading of poetry. Members should feel free to submit poems and share thoughts and positive feedback with fellow poets. The project aims to provide a safe and open atmosphere for all visitors and contributors alike.
Bear in mind that many of the contributors here are students.
As this space begins to grow, we are hoping to receive poetry and feedback from writers all over the world. To start submitting poetry just request to join the Poetry group and when your membership has been approved you can get to work! Remember that this is a space to share, not criticize the work of others. Keep an open mind and an active keyboard!
There are two ways to submit your work and comment on the poetry here:
1.) Join the Poetry group and start submitting
2.) Post your poem as a blog on the front page
Thanks to Jenny Luca and Angela Stockman for helping to get this project started at Working Together 2 Make a Difference!
I die to talk to you,
But I refuse to give in.
I don't want to play games
I don't want to “wait for him to text me first.”
I desire something beyond the technology.
Beyond the texting, facebook, and twitter.
I don’t want to hide behind a screen when we speak.
When I truly get to know you,
I want to be looking into you’re…
ContinuePosted by Cindy Cole on January 17, 2012 at 11:41pm
Crunches and squeaks under my feet
Giggles and gurgles in my hands
Dances lightly across my cheeks
Slithers through my hair.
Greets me in the early morning
with a smile so bright and fresh
Tucks me in in the dark of night
then hides among the rest.
Visits every once and a while
and usually overstays its welcome
But snow will be snow
and who's to know
what would we do without…
ContinuePosted by Deanna Kocher on January 3, 2012 at 9:43pm
Your shining red hair,
upon skin so fair,
enchants me.
Your brown eyes,
although not like blue skies,
light up my world.
When I look at you The Butterflies,
the ones that fly
so freely in my stomach show my nervousness.
Still have I never
ever
had the courage to speak to you.
So what is it that I do now?
I admire from afar.
Never once being glanced at.
Posted by Tayelor Sero on November 22, 2011 at 11:07pm
I desire to feel anything now
Death seems relatively unobtrusive
Death would end feeling. Would one go so low?
The ultimate expression? Exclusive?
Is surely pain because Pain conquers all
Happ’ness is nice to humor, with Muses
But, ultimately one faces the fall.
To cut all electricity from fuses
To lighten the load and begin to float
Along the river and feel something else
Feel Something for’gn while…
ContinuePosted by emily shriver on November 11, 2011 at 10:30pm — 2 Comments
You understand what I mean when I discuss
those topics you just can't grasp-
that you wrap your head around again and again but in the middle-
you fall straight through.
Again and again they tell us about it but again and again I fell through.
the brutality, the inhumanity, the destroying of the mind through the body.
Because the mind was the first to go-
the loss of hope-
feeling-
void.
The body…
ContinuePosted by Deanna Kocher on October 8, 2011 at 6:01pm
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