“Banished To Eden” By Katy Poetess

We blend into each other’s colours

begging serpent’s curiosity of insidious skin.

Sullen hand removed, reveals scars in their beauty

motherhood replaced by conjured virgin within

 Love’s chameleon tongues a hedonism

anxious lips kiss curved ribs appled in eye

pole dancing a Jacob’s ladder of debauchery

“Don’t move” you cry, and I’m flung far and wide

Pulse thumped throat tightens, maddens,

desire’s fury to open violent playpen of lust

salivating our self absorbed paradise

brutish tender tones surprise with every push

Thumb in mouth. I suck hard, forsaken

and you greedy yourself in insatiableness

bruised by a ruse that love has no bounds

I am freed from my untamed contrariness 

 Defiantly swaying velvet to centre stage

 I ride you deeply in transient dominance

gently to the back and front of your mind

 lace and ribbons untangle any resistance

 Climax flushes dapple of leo constellation

a delicacy radiates an interstellar delight.

  Starcrossed, I’m miraged by your poetry

that one day you could be mine, despite.

Bright blue eyes disguise dark in sky

we lie in a guileless romantic tension.

Later, indulged, I sleep tight in your arms,

In a perpetual night of sexual possession.

 © Katypoetess 2013

www.Katypoetess.com

The Strivers Row have really been an inspiration to alot of the youth in this new generation today. Broadcasting from London, the Strivers Row speak on Spoken Word and its influence on the youth. They discuss how Spoken Word is more than an Art Form; It’s an outlet for self-identity and expression. Enjoy the video, and please be sure to stay updated with the newest material from The Strivers Row.

“Lost” By Shields

I miss you,
But you don’t understand
We have a past together,
That’s something that’s gonna last forever
You’re my old girl,
Who’s about to become my new world
Them old feelings come rushing back,
And it feels like a heart attack
Talking on the phone every night,
Even though we know it’s not right
Because when feelings are strong,
Nothing else can come along
We’ve known each other since we were young ones,
We know each other’s loved ones
We’ve spend a lot time apart,
I know trying to get your love back is like a shot in the dark
But thats a shot I’m willing to take,
All it take is one date
One kiss, one touch,
My heart carries a lot of love
I miss the look in your eyes,
I miss the touch of your fingers,
I miss the kiss of your soft lips,
Come back for the things I miss
I miss everything about you and some,
Love me now and when I’m gone love me none
Haven’t been in a relationship in a while,
But when I think about I can’t help but smile
Because you’ll always have that place in my heart,
You know we’ve always been good from the start

Alysia Harris expresses her new poem “The Happy Couple” in which she discusses the significant bond of love and the relationship between a man & a woman. Alysia Harris never fails to amaze me with her undeniable talent. Her tone in which she speaks her poems is just phenomenal. Please check it out and enjoy!!!!

Saul Williams is a phenomenal Hip Hop Philosopher, Poet, Writer, Actor, & Hip Hop Activist. He has performed with artists such as Erykah Badu, Nas, Lauryn Hill, The Roots, and much more. He even released a top selling book called: “The Dead Emcee Scrolls with The Arditti Quartet“, which is a book of poems. Saul Williams has come a long way & this spoken word video right here proves it!!!!!  Enjoy!!!

“Cheaters” by Armando Torres

The worst possible out come is falling for a cheater,
She said to me she was out with friends and honestly I believed her.
I’d rather give the one I’m with the benefit of the doubt,
maybe turn what we had into a home from a house.
But then we lost connection, you came at me with drawn weapons,
The woman of my dreams was no longer my inception.
They say what you learn in life could fill up a couple chapter books,
I was never one to mix facts with my affection based off of looks.
Think for a second, ponder it a minute…
I never loved a bitch but with you it felt different,
I thought we really had something, the beginings to a real relationship.
But you still refuse to name that nigga you had relations with,
How could we come from being eachothers everything…….to you being the one person I’d never give a wedding ring.

Spoken Word artist Tray Bain enlightens us with all of the violence, hate, and crime that is occurring not only in SoCal, but all over as well. A throwback that is needed to be shared daily, so we as people, can get the message that this hate & pain needs to come to an end. Please watch & think.

Aja Monet is the youngest to win the Nuyorican Poets Cafe Grandslam Championship title in 2007 at the age of 19. Here she is, older & still performing at best of her ability!!! Enjoy!!!

This poem was written by a young teenager, whom I do not know the name of, but I am working on to find out. Anyways, this poem was amazing and I feel that it has the right to be featured on this site. So enjoy!!!!

I Remember…Do You?

I remember this, I remember us,

I remember your eyes, your lips, your touch.

I remember you as a stranger who I knew so well,
And I hate to remember how it all just fell.

Do you remember Winter? The cold, icy sun?
Do you remember what it was like, before it came undone?

Will you remember? Can you explain why it scattered in the wind? Once upon a time we were lovers, yet now not even friends.

The warmth of your body faded with chill of the earth. Now the world’s warm, but the coldness of your absense hurts…

I remember this. I remember us. I remember falling in, landing with regret. Now I’m longing, not wanting to forget.

I remember when I belonged to you. Did you ever belong to me? I wanted to be set free, but wishing was all freedom turned out to be.

Now the winter is over.
I’ve already had to let you go.
But please know, I’ll always remember this, remember us,
Kissing during a cold season without snow.

Here at Poetic Phases, our motto is that everyone deserves a chance at Stardom. So here is a poem my boy Shields wrote called “Fall For Your Type“. Let us know your feedback, & what you think!!! Enjoy!!!

Fall For Your Type
Damn now you see why i dont show my feelings 
Because then things get awkward 
in the beginning
we were just chillen 
Now it feels that things are moving backwards 
Shouldve kept it to myself 
Then letting them out and free
I thought it would be better for me to tell you 
But i guess i was wrong 
Shouldve stayed low and mellow 
But it was gonna come out sooner or later 
But it shouldve been later rather than sooner 
Now you realize why i dont let feelings get to me
I should just be free 
  I shouldve learned my lesson 
But my feelings i was testing
Yet they fail me again 
seems i can never win
I guess Its not about being in a relationship
I just hope this dosent ruin our friendship 
Fuck it i guess it wasnt a good night 
But what i dont understand is why I ALWAYS FALL FOR YOUR TYPE!! DAMN!!!

The Poets of Strivers Row are back with a magnificent discography of all their soulful & poetic poems!!! Please check it out, and digg it!!! You will love it & not be disappointed!! Check out the talented Joshua Bennett, Alysia Harris, Miles Hodges, Jasmine Mans & Zora Howard!!!!!!!!! Please enjoy!!!!!

The Strivers Row Poets’ Alysia Harris & Miles Hodges team up together to do a Spoken Word Poetry piece called “Doing It Wrong“, to a live instrumental melody of Drake’s very own song. This concept is totally magnificient & speechless!!!! The piece was well put together & it went along with the tempo correctly!!! I have to say that I am truly amazed and that I very much believe, in my opinion, that this was one of the best spoken word pieces ever by Strivers Row. Please watch & contemplate!!! ]]> http://poeticphases.wordpress.com/2012/03/02/andre-carbonell-honest-motives-dynasty-in-the-making-video/ Fri, 02 Mar 2012 08:02:37 +0000 Poetic Phases http://poeticphases.wordpress.com/2012/03/02/andre-carbonell-honest-motives-dynasty-in-the-making-video/
Please enjoy Poet Andre Carbonell’s Newest Project titled: Honest Motives Dynasty In The Making: Part 1. This young fellow receives nothing but the up most respect from Poetic Phases because of his wisdom & talent at such a young age!!! Enjoy!!! ]]> http://poeticphases.wordpress.com/2012/02/18/latter-day-poet-this-kid-spoken-word-poetry/ Sat, 18 Feb 2012 18:50:05 +0000 Poetic Phases http://poeticphases.wordpress.com/2012/02/18/latter-day-poet-this-kid-spoken-word-poetry/

Here is a Spoken Word Piece called ” This Kid”, by yours truly, aka Latter Day Poet. I was pretty nervous when I did this one, due to the fact that this was the first time I was doing it off of memorization. The idea of the piece is that I am supposed to be a school shooter, who ends up on the strong verge of insanity, to the point where I kill my Best Friend. By the time I figure it out, it is then too late to try and bring her back.

I received a lot of positive feedback for this poem, and I was grateful for it.I performed it at my school’s 2012 Spring Coffeehouse. I hope u all get the message as much as the others did, & I hope you all enjoy it!! Thank you!!!

Kai Davis, 17, is a junior at Central High School. She is a young and active poet. She spends most of her free time writing, and is an editor for her school’s literary magazine. Kai is an honor roll student and a member of the National Honor Society. After attending college, she hopes to return to Philadelphia to work with youth poets in order to better their lives and improve the community around them.

We here at Poetic Phases have posted about this young man before, with his previous poem titled: Memories. I think our young poet found out it was our site that posted about him, because he talks about a blog on wordpress that displays his poetry in this video. He has matured alot since Memories, and I thought it would be an honor to show his newest piece.

This young man is only 17, and he blows my mind through each poem that he performs. The mentality level that he is on for his age, demonstrates how ahead he is in his generation. His words are so in depth, that you really have to open your ears and mind to understand where he is coming from. It’s been awesome featuring his work on our site, and I can only see more accomplishments laying in store for this young lad. Check it out & enjoy!!!!

Andre Carbonell is a phenonmenal poet to be so young. The boy is wonderful when he speaks, and it’s only the beginning. This piece called Memories is based on his team and family from the competition of Brave New Voices

.Be sure to check out his videos and more on his youtube channel at:  DreTheProdigy.

So last night on November 15, 20ll my college held the first Coffee House for the new semester. It was my second time performing “for my school”, and I decided to do a poem based off of the different views on music through the eyes of Christians and Non-Christians. I must admit, I was nervous as heck, but then again I know a majority of us get nervous when we have to express ourselves in front of people. So anyways, I went up there and gave it all that I could like my first performance I did for my school. They didn’t boo, but at the same time I was not pleased with my performance because I myself, am my worst critic. That’s just the life of a poet though. But anyways, I hope you all enjoy this performance and piece of poetry, and let me know any feedback as long as it’s not ignorant feedback.Thank you!

                                                                                        That Moment You Feel,…Definite 

                                                                                     By Lady Fresh

There is that moment you feel absolute silence,…
The type of silence that is peaceful, but yet profound.
That moment when you feel as if your youth hood has been revived,
And you feel invincible when you reach the top of the jungle gym.
Yeah, I have experienced that moment in my past life…
The past life where I felt unstoppable & impenetrable.
There is that everlasting memory that can be easily forgotten,
But I refuse to erase my internal mental storage for lesson purposes.
I have encountered battles such as the ones of the Romans,
I have crucified sins at the stake, so that I could feel worthy of praise.
Yeah, there are those moments………….
There are those moments when I felt as if life was blain, & nothing was alive,
Those moments were I got caught for shunning & wrong doing but yet,
My pride still continues to live and thrive.
But no moment has ever compared to the moment I am having now,
Where everything hits rock bottom, but yet  everything is in it’s place…
I am at the moment where I feel to the lowest, but yet I feel so high above others.
I feel as if everything is a lie, but the essence of these lies are actually the truth.
The moment where I am at a crash point, but yet the pinnacle of my breakthrough.
Yeah,…this is the moment where I feel at most,…Definite.

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It wasn’t as if it was meant to be but meant for me

One sad,

Hiding from what you could say was for me or what was for us

An us was nothing like a relationship but a friendship that progress to something we couldn’t explain

Explain,

Was no need for no explanation, right?

But it was something we couldn’t speak about

It wasn’t as if it was meant to be but meant for me

Was not that I could let something go

By that,

Took a piece of me and left no love song,

No love lost or love for sake

It was more of something you couldn’t see

Couldn’t feel but held close

You couldn’t know what I was talking about until you experienced it

Some place you knew you should be

It wasn’t as if it was meant to be but meant for me…

My best friend is an AmaZing Poet, she sent me over a couple of her poems.True art to handle words. You can follow her on twitter @Lalala_Jojo

Grave street

And I’m not talking bout no Grove Street even though it was close.

Bumpy roads

Seemed like the life you could have to what you say “connect with your people”

These bumpy roads lead to a bumpy journey

You see the cracks the road held had piece of grass,

Sprouts,

A life form of bugs and the residue of tragedy

Something I couldn’t understand but steadily want to hold the culture

Jazz bands,

Bounce clubs and booty shaking music

Whoever want to give that up?

Nawh was that a question.

Turn that beat up

But turn that shit down cuz was no life to live

Moving each day as a slow still

New Orleans had that thing I wanted to always be a part of

To share.

The life I lived,

College girl

Attitudinal

But not underestimated

You couldn’t know me by no smile on my face,

Not even by the way my ass swayed each time I walked down the street

Fine men,

High culture

But the grave streets,

Dead ass wrong people

Culture on full effect

You didn’t know what I was talking about until I said the name.

No hills,

Blazing sun,

Yeah I blazed it a few but I also took a shot or two

Cherished soul,

Prized over body,

Yeah that was me…

Ha all life aint good life

Hate the smile, like the surrounding

Despised a few

New Orleans,

Yeah it was no home away from home

But it had potential,

But it lacked the necessary things I needed,

Wanted and knew I deserved after coming in.

Wasn’t no piece of shit but hell that school slightly was

Drama filled halls,

Childish class.

Grown up life,

Full blown young woman.

Those grave streets…

That dirt path…

I came out stronger than when I went in,

No hurt feeling

Just a slight look back like “Damn I could have done better”

Ol’ New Orleans,

I gave you my fair well and I didn’t and won’t look back to be with you long time again.

But no hard feeling,

A kiss goodbye for the road?

Muah, I left my stamp.