#dispoem Wordz & Agro Festival is an all-day #poetryfestival featuring Local & International Poets, natural locally made products, the mobilization of Ital Organic (non GMO) Heirloom Traditional Seeds through Seed fi Seed Exchange and the introduction of the Dis Poem All #schools # PoetryCompetition. The first staging of the Festival took place in March 2011 in recognition of #worldpoetryday on the campus of the #college of Agriculture, Science & Education (C.A.S.E.) in Portland. It was a collaborative effort with Ras Takura and the Students’ Council of C.A.S.E. While the whole Festival has been focused on the #spokenword, the entire movement is one that supports sustainable community development at its core, as farmers are always invited to participate in the #organicseeds Exchange and market their produce to the patrons that attend the #festival and thereby creating long term business relationships. Over the last 7 years, our stage has been graced by Readers/Performers such as Mutabaruka, Cherry Natural, Randy McLaren, Prof. Carolyn Cooper, Nomaddz, Ras Takura, Oku Onoura, Sunni Patterson from the U.S., DYCR, Steppa, Amaziyah The Great, Adzeeko Simba, Dr. Michael Abrahams and many more. Dis Poem Wordz & Agro Festival is the ultimate meeting place for local and international #readers, #writers, and #poets to sit and talk about the Spoken Word/Dub Poetry as a developing art form. For 2019, the 9th staging of Dis Poem Wordz & Agro Festival is scheduled to take place on April 28th, 2019 at The College of #agriculture#science and #education, Port Antonio in #portland, #jamaica from 10:00am - 8:00pm.
24/30 Free- I am finally free Can't help but have mixed feelings about it I am ready to break the routine I found my comfort in I am ready to end this chapter and start a new one And whatever memories I have from this place, these people Good or bad They have made me the person I am today And I'm glad that things turned out the way that it did I don't wanna focus on what ifs I cannot imagine my life and how it would be if these three years didn't go by the way that they did. I'll miss this place, these faces I'll miss this. Finally free And I'm scared but excited for things to come next And maybe we'll cross paths someday? And laugh about the fuck ups we did and cherish these memories and the stories we made. Oh the stories we made. -nxyati #napowrimo#poetryofig#poem#poet#poetsofinstagram#poemsporn#poetsporn#worldpoetryday#writersofinstagram#writersofindia#indianwriters#poetsofindia
Damaged people need to fight for themselves but also needs someone in their corner to cheer them on. Just fucking cheer them on. Smack them across the head when they fuck up but also love them for trying to be better. Nobody's perfect.
23/30 Home- Sometimes home is harder to define than love I feel like a stranger in my own house It's the people but the place This place doesn't feel like home anymore Being honest I don't know what home should feel like All my life I've been counting days for the next trip I am the most calm when I'm travelling I think it's because I'm out of my comfort zone Maybe my home is outside my comfort zone Maybe this is why it feels like a prison in these protective walls I am ready to get out now Maybe travelling is home to me It isn't the place It's the need for constant change Cause I'm still young and I have time But it always runs out There's so much left for me How can I ever settle for a home? When there is a whole world out there for me. -nxyati #napowrimo#poetryofig#poem#poet#poetsofinstagram#poemsporn#poetsporn#worldpoetryday#writersofinstagram#writersofindia#indianwriters#poetsofindia
22/30 Memories- There are some memories that are better of as nightmares I remember them in fragments I don't want to make them real So I just pretend that it's just a dream It isn't true that memories make us They are as permanent as our thoughts What makes us, us is the time that has gone and that is yet to come But memories are still a part of you They give you delusions that the person in them is you No, no I refuse to believe this I can be the designer of my own reality I can arrange the pieces and discard those that won't get me to what I want to create myself to I see memories as random pieces pf various puzzels I've comes across in my lifetime They are their own pictures There's nothing cohesive And some puzzels are better left in fragments or burned till they are nothing but ash. I decided which puzzles to put up for creating the masterpiece that is me. -nxyati #napowrimo#poetryofig#poem#poet#poetsofinstagram#poemsporn#poetsporn#worldpoetryday#writersofinstagram#writersofindia#indianwriters#poetsofindia
21/30 A dream- I have a dream And I don't know if you've noticed it It always finds a way in my poetry Every poetry is me trying to make sense of the dream But does it really need to make sense? Or am I just doing it so I won't be afraid of the dream anymore I don't dream about terrors and demons and all the evils I do talk to the devil sometimes No don't get me wrong he's not what you think he is He's not the devil even I just like to call him that "Why are you doing this?" He acts as a voice of reason in my dreams Making me question everything All of this is so simple why are you making it complicated? There is this line you always say at the end And I never reply "Why are you happy when you dream this. This is a nightmare and you have to wake up, Niyati." So today I will reply oh my sweet devil, Nightmares are terrifying when you have the uncertainty of them being real I am for certain this will be. But who am I to say Maybe it's just a dream. Maybe it's just a dream. -nxyati #napowrimo#poetryofig#poem#poet#poetsofinstagram#poemsporn#poetsporn#worldpoetryday#writersofinstagram#writersofindia#indianwriters#poetsofindia
I stopped reading or seeing movies about hopeless one sided Love, Unfollowed the accounts and stopped writing about them. Coz all they made me feel was, less important in this world and made me feel worthless. And I don't want you to feel that way, when you come visit my work. Heartbreak, due to situation is different, where two people, desperate to be together are not together. Atleast they tried. But the place where you are begging someone to be with you, is not my thing. Or say, writing is the only thing I can be myself entirely. It might be Ego for someone, its self respect for me. And I want everyone reading me to feel that. So I know, I am being Stupid when I write, even about Panipuri, Perfume, Train or Kameez but I would rather be stupid than to write on anything that makes me or you feel less desirable to live in beautiful world. I like hope, I actually Love hope. Hope to Change your life. Hope to make you all smile. Hope of you telling your friend, "Listen, read her she writes simple and nice." I would be lying if I say I don't blush after reading your messages. It makes me cry out of happiness when a depression survivor says "Your words are like tonic to me, which tastes better than my medicines." or "Love can be unfortunate but you make me believe its most beautiful thing." Isn't it more beautiful than to feel less important and hopeless for someone? Honestly I don't Love myself completely right now but I like myself and So I want you to Love yourself with all your heart. Thanks for all the Love. Happy Sunday 😊❤️ . . ______________________________________________________ #poetrycommunity#poetsofig#wordporn#wordgasm#writersofinstagram#spilledink#writerscommunity#hindipoems#quotestoliveby#poemsporn#typewriter#creativewriter#writerofindia#mumbai#gulzariyat#gulzar#worldpoetryday
■ Νομίζω ότι πάντα ένιωθα πως τα πόδια μου πατάνε γερά στη γη. Μαζί, βίωνα και τα θετικά και τα αρνητικά που συνάδουν με αυτή την διαπίστωση. Συνάμα, όμως, ένιωθα ότι επιζητώ κάτι άλλο, μια καταφυγή, κάτι που με υπερβαίνει, κάτι που πατώντας γερά στην γη, ήταν δύσκολο ή αντιφατικό να φτάσω. Σαν να υπήρχε μια απόσταση αγεφύρωτη, η οποία χώριζε το μυαλό και την καρδιά, την πραγματικότητα από το ιδανικό. Η ποίηση, αυτή που αγαπώ να ανακαλύπτω μέρα τη μέρα και αυτή που έχω ανάγκη κάποιες φορές να γράφω, υπήρξε για μένα η σκάλα που μου επέτρεψε να πατήσω πάνω της και σκαλί-σκαλί να προσπαθήσω να φτάσω εκεί που μπορώ (ή έχω την ψευδαίσθηση ότι μπορώ) να υπερβώ τον μικρό εαυτό μου, κι από εκεί, να προσπαθώ να βλέπω «αλλιώς». Η σκάλα που μου επιτρέπει, πατώντας πάνω της, να μετριάσω την απόσταση του μυαλού από την καρδιά. Όχι ότι δεν ταλαντεύομαι, όχι ότι δεν κλονίζομαι, κάθε φορά που πατώ σε ένα από τα σκαλιά της. Όμως το να μπορείς να οδηγείσαι προς τα εκεί που θεωρείς ότι υπερβαίνεις την φθορά της προσωπικής καθημερινότητας σου, αξίζει κάθε (εσωτερικό) τριγμό... ■ #worldpoetryday#serifos#cyclades#greece#nature#stairway