“Dream”: A Cinematic Poem Animated Short Film Directed By Sofie Lee (2019)

“Dream” is a Cinematic Poem Animated Short Film Directed By Sofie Lee.

Designed, Edited and Directed by: Sofie Lee

Animation Directed by: Omid Seraj
Music by: Wesley Slover and Joe Basile
Sound by: Joe Basile
Mix by: Trevor Richardson
Narrated by: Stella Stocker

“One day, I saw this dazzling darkness, and it devoured me. Then, I no longer existed.

We often tend to dream, expect, and imagine the things we wished we had. Dreaming is a catalyst for a better future. However, I see dreams in two different ways. One being that dreams give off a sense of motivation and the other that dreams create a sense of delusion within. As humans, our dreams block us from seeing the things that are right in front of us. Although dreams are meant to keep us alive, they also make us forget our existence and our purpose. In the end, our lack of awareness of our surroundings can drive us to forget who we really are.

The project, Dream, is a short film that is created based on a visual poem, “Lonely Wintry Moon,” which I wrote portraying myself losing my existence to follow this invisible dream.”


Life is like a warm breeze that carries the redolent of spring, the colors that transmute the sky from dusk till dawn. Like a little chaste sprout that just pushed out the ground dauntlessly. A small water drop that just landed on a wild flower to tell its story from a long itinerary

But I’m an indigent goldfish that is floundering helplessly in this tiny bowl enveloped by hollow plastic plants and just gazing at this beautiful world; a xanadu I can’t be a part of it.

I am a puddle on the street that reflects the blue sky and makes graceful ebb and flow of waves coalesced with the spring breeze.

but I’m merely a deserted puddle wandering aimlessly. Then a bleak, lonely wintry moon devoured my life. The life of warmth, beauty, love, and passion departed. Then, time stopped, everything lost its colors. It froze my heart and only the whiteness lingered in silence with me.

Website: https://sofieleeya.com/dream

“Notes Of An Insomniac”: A Cinematic Poem Short Film By Scott Peters (2019)

“Notes Of An Insomniac” is a Cinematic Poem Short Film Featuring Poem by Anna Peters Directed By Scott Peters.

Filmed, Edited and Directed by: Scott Peters

Notes Of An Insomniac Cinematic Poem Short Film Directed By Scott Peters 2019

Poem and Art Direction by: Anna Peters
Music by: Gareth Johnson
Colourist: Jax Harney

Narrated by: George Power

“After a year of battling with insomnia, I decided to make a short about it.”

Notes Of An Insomniac Cinematic Poem Short Film Directed By Scott Peters 2019

“Notes Of An Insomniac” by Anna Peters

Are you here tonight Sleep?
I’ve been looking for you.

Are you here tonight Sleep?
When do you appear and where?
Are you broken, disturbed, or deep?
Are you a dream, or a nightmare?

I have envied for many weeks
Those lucky ones you come to.
You bring them all of your gifts,
You rock them, foster and comfort.

I witness you in the morning light,
Peeking through the curtains at my lover’s cheekbone.
I study you at 3am, 4, 4:05
As I’m staring blank at my phone.

Now I see you as I’m commuting from
…work. As my parents doze off watching movies.
As my sister is sneaking home
When the night wears off unnoticed.

You are oceans of warmth under sheets,
Quiet breath, weekend and no alarms.
You are where someone is giving a gentle squeeze
To a spouse sleeping in their arms.

You are wanted, desired, craved for.
Longing for you is in every new mother’s eyes,
You are here early on in the morning,
As a shift nurse boards the bus.

We, as humans, give you a sacred meaning,
Diving into our rituals before bed.
Some are focusing their gaze on the ceiling,
Ruminating and spiralling in their head.

After tube, train stations and pubs are closed,
World transforms into a silent void.
Insomniacs and their suffering goes, unnoticed,
Leaving them on their own – sleepless, tired, ignored.

It’s a quiet, stretched out, ongoing battle,
Counting minutes, hours, waiting for the alarm.
Getting up, pushing through on repeat, and then shortly after
Days are starting to melt into one.

Notes Of An Insomniac Cinematic Poem Short Film Directed By Scott Peters 2019

Website: http://www.madebyscottpeters.com/


“Connemara Illuminated”: A Cinematic Poem Short Film Promo Directed By Luke Morgan (2019)

“Connemara Illuminated” is a Cinematic Poem Promotional Short Film For Poet Christine Valters Paintner Directed by Luke Morgan.

Filmed, Edited and Directed by: Luke Morgan

Original Music and Sound Mix by: Jake Morgan
Production Company: Morgan Creative
Actor: Gerry Conneely

Connemara Illuminated A Cinematic Poem Short Film Promo Directed By Luke Morgan (2019)

Spoken by: Christine Valters Paintner

“Dreaming of Stones” is a new collection of poems written by Christine Valters Paintner and published by Paraclete Press.

Connemara Illuminated A Cinematic Poem Short Film Promo Directed By Luke Morgan (2019)

“Connemara Illuminated” by Christine Valters Paintner

A poem is being scribed this morning 
across the thick brown bog and
over the gashed granite folds of mountain,
written in spires of gold descending 
from the wide bowl of sky 
across the breathing heather.

You have to pause to read it,
long enough to hear beneath the relentless 
moan of wind 
where centuries of voices have whispered
their seeking, feasting, fasting, loving.

You know your singular aloneness
and your place in a communion of stone and sea.

Even as the kestrel’s wings vibrate into the night
sending quills into the damp air,
even as the skylarks and stonechats 
attend each day’s awakening 
like eager midwives,
this empire of longing writes its script 
in fox tracks and memory.

If your life could be just a fraction of this poem
you would never need to utter another word.

Connemara Illuminated A Cinematic Poem Short Film Promo Directed By Luke Morgan (2019)

Websites: http://www.morgancreative.org/about-us.html


“CONTACT”: A Cinematic Poem Animated Short Film Written And Directed By Alessandro Novelli (2017)

“CONTACT” is a Cinematic Poem Animated Short Film Written And Directed By Alessandro Novelli.

Written, Animated and Directed by: Alessandro Novelli

CONTACT Cinematic Poem Animated Short Film Directed by Alessandro Novelli (2017)

For every yes,
There were a thousand no’s.
And, so while we were even asleep,
We sent our dreams to other planets,
And on to other stars.
We were looking for a god, all the
While incapable of finding our way.


Art and Creative Director: Alessandro Novelli
Original Music and Sound Design: Simon Smith
Animation: Alessandro Novelli 2D/3D, Laura Sofia Gonçalves 2D, Pamela Poltronieri 2D Hair fx, Christian Müller 2D, Victor Pérez 3D, Ambra Malanca 3D.
Painting & Tracing: Christian Müller, Alessandro Novelli, Inês Teixeira
Design: Alessandro Novelli, Christian Müller.

Produced by: Uniko
Coproduced by: AltContent
Executive Producer: Iván Miñambres
Associate Producer: Arturo Olea

CONTACT Cinematic Poem Animated Short Film Directed by Alessandro Novelli (2017)

3D Modeling: Joao Lucas, Ambra Malanca, Alessandro Novelli, Victor Pérez.
Camera Operator: Giulia Arantxa Novelli.
Lighting: Joao Lucas 3D, Alessandro Novelli 2D/3D.

Production: Diana Cano.
Music Recording and Mixing: BCNsound bcnsound.com/
Post-production, Editing and Compositing: Alessandro Novelli.

CONTACT Cinematic Poem Animated Short Film Directed by Alessandro Novelli (2017)

Post-production Assistants: Carlos Alonso, Elbire Rico.
Intern: Susana Vieira.
Script Consulting: Simon Smith.

Voices: Sara Montgomery Campbell.
Voice Recording Studio: Imagine Sounds & Visions / Juan Cook.

Mastering DCP: Iñigo Gómez

CONTACT Cinematic Poem Animated Short Film Directed by Alessandro Novelli (2017)

“Somewhere between reality and fantasy, a woman’s consciousness is awoken through her inner journey that reflects the world around her.”

CONTACT Cinematic Poem Animated Short Film Directed by Alessandro Novelli (2017)

“Contact” is the second chapter of an animated trilogy about Human consciousness. The first chapter “The Guardian” is available online at:

Website: http://www.contactshortfilm.com/

“Honey Pears”: A Cinematic Poem Short Film By Christopher Brooks (2019)

“Honey Pears” is a Cinematic Poem Short Film Featuring Poet John Keats Directed By Christopher Brooks.

Filmed, Edited and Directed by: Christopher Brooks

Honey Pears Cinematic Poem Short Film Directed by Christopher Brooks 2019

Produced by: Studio Colortek
Food Styling by: Michelle Wittenberg

Honey Pears Cinematic Poem Short Film Directed by Christopher Brooks 2019

“To Autumn” by John Keats

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, 
   Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; 
Conspiring with him how to load and bless 
   With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; 
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees, 
   And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; 
      To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells 
   With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, 
And still more, later flowers for the bees, 
Until they think warm days will never cease, 
      For summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells. 
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? 
   Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find 
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, 
   Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; 
Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep, 
   Drows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook 
      Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers: 
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep 
   Steady thy laden head across a brook; 
   Or by a cyder-press, with patient look, 
      Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours. 
Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they? 
   Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,— 
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, 
   And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; 
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn 
   Among the river sallows, borne aloft 
      Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; 
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; 
   Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft 
   The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft
      And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Honey Pears Cinematic Poem Short Film Directed by Christopher Brooks 2019

“In Between Words”: A Cinematic Poem Short Film In New York City By Sheldon Chau (2018)

“In Between Worlds” is a Cinematic Poem Short Film In New York City Featuring Poet Lilian Mehrei Directed by Sheldon Chau.

Filmed, Edited and Directed by: Sheldon Chau

Music Composed by: John Corlis
Piano: John Corlis
Violin: Gustavo Eiriz
Actress: Achiaa Prempeh
Narrated by: Achiaa Prempeh

“A woman looks for her place in New York City as she contemplates the meaning of “home.”

The City Odes Project is a passion project in which my composer and I will collaborate with a poet and an actor to create a humanist, emotional, and visual story amidst the backdrop of a particularly city. “In Between Words” is the first of many to come, and kicks off this series in the city I currently reside in – New York City. The narrative was birthed out of an eagerness to collaborate with Achiaa, my actress, who now lives in New York and is originally from Ghana. In speaking with her, I decided to pursue a story about someone searching for home; a woman who is figuring out if NYC is the place for her, who is coming to terms that she is 5,000 miles away from her original home in West Africa, and thus easing out tensions with her mother, who of course wants her to return. The final result here features the work of Lilian Mehrel – a fellow filmmaker and classmate of mine back at NYU Grad Film school – who captures these feelings through her words, and my frequent collaborator John Corlis – an LA-based musician and composer – who complements the poetry with his mixture of piano and strings.”

“In Between Words” by Lilian Mehrei

Where am I?
Check the map. What’s a map, anyway? 
An alphabet. 
Spelling out spaces
In between words.

When you carve lines in a concrete jungle,
The dust particles remain. They stain
The people with grit
Glittering their teeth.

When I was little, my mother told me
My great-grandfather was the head of our tribe.
What’s a tribe? I asked.
He was like the king of our village, she told me.
Are you the queen now? I asked.

Yes Queen, says a handsome woman walking by.

Excuse me, do you know which way is north?
I squint up at the scrapers of the sky. 
They look down at their fireflies.

My eyes blink for a rest. I need to go
I enter the arteries 
To flow with bodies as one.
Noon or midnight, there is no time here.

I balance, suspended halfway 
Between North and South.
There is no fullness,
There is no stillness.

I cross the street. I cross my heart.
I cross my mother, one too many times.
Why don’t you come home? She says.
What is home? I say.
There are too many people there, she says.
There’s nobody to bother me, I say.

When it’s too much
I slip in the small spaces.

Can you find me on a map?
Look, there – that eyelash that fell,
Between 6th and 7th avenue, that’s me.

Where are you? My mother calls me.
I’m on 6th and a half avenue, I say.

You don’t believe me?
Look on the map. It’s really there.

Website: http://www.sheldonchau.com/


“Grey Walls”: A Cinematic Poem Aerial Short Film In Ghana Directed By Michael Kunke (2019)

“Grey Walls” is a Cinematic Poem Aerial Short Film in Ghana Directed by Michael Kunke.

Filmed, Edited and Directed by: Michael Kunke

Grey Walls Cinematic Poem Aerial Short Film Directed By Michael Kunke (2018)

Drone Spotter: Robert Kane
Music: “Farewell” by Tino Danielzik
Studio Sound by: Daniel Teye and Elsie Addo
Narrated by: Nana Nyarko Boateng

“#GreyWalls is a #videotry (Video+Poetry) film that is based on the complex slave trade and the Elmina Castle. “Bury me in the ocean with my ancestors, for they knew death was better than bondage” #Skytango #LemonDrone #Castle #Elmina #Slave #yearofreturn #slavetrade”

Elmina Castle is a white-washed Medieval Castle on the coast of Ghana. It was the first – and for many centuries – the largest, European building constructed in tropical Africa. Yet its grandeur, as well as its picturesque surroundings with blue skies, sandy beaches, and tropical palms, disguise a dark history – Elmina Castle was the last place that thousands of African slaves would ever see of their homeland. Many horrors transpired within the walls of the fortress, which have never been erased by time.

Grey Walls Cinematic Poem Aerial Short Film Directed By Michael Kunke (2018)

Excerpt of “Grey Walls” by Nana Nyarko Boateng

The ocean is bonded in freedom
Crashing past into present
Telling of our future
Loudly, quietly.

These grey walls you see
Exchange stories with the sea;
Of faces in the sky
And secrets in the water.

Invisible feet of guards
Patrol what has left us,
What is left here
Quietly, endlessly.

Grey Walls Cinematic Poem Aerial Short Film Directed By Michael Kunke (2018)

Article about film: http://www.blagogee.com/michael-kunkes-gray-wall-hits-final-at-gary-international-black-film-festival/

Website: https://www.facebook.com/mikunke/?tn-str=k*F




“Spell Of Alaska”: A Cinematic Poem Short Film Directed By Aiden Ulrich (2019)

“Spell Of Alaska” is a Cinematic Poem Short Film Featuring Poet Robert W. Service Directed By Aiden Ulrich.

Filmed and Directed by: Aiden Ulrich

Produced by: Eric Sales
Executive Producers: Annelise Loevlie and Ben Anderson
Design by: Sam Winship
Sound Mixing by: Jacob Callaghan
Second Camera: Yancy Caldwell and Spencer Cordovano

Skiing by: Whit Boucher, Scotty Vermerris and Owen Leeper

“A self-reflection on the dismality and duality of searching for gold and skiing in Alaska. Some of the highest highs and lowest lows, one doesn’t always strike gold.

A film by Aiden Ulrich, Produced by Eric Sales, Executive Producers Annelise Loevlie, and Ben Anderson, Design by Sam Winship, Sound Mixing by Jacob Callaghan, Second Camera Yancy Caldwell, Spencer Cordovano, Skiing by Whit Boucher, Scotty Vermerris, and Owen Leeper.

“Spell of Alaska” The first second film of the Return to Nature series from Icelantic Skis.”

“The Spell of the Yukon” by Robert W. Service (1874-1958)

I wanted the gold, and I sought it;
   I scrabbled and mucked like a slave.
Was it famine or scurvy—I fought it;
   I hurled my youth into a grave.
I wanted the gold, and I got it— 
   Came out with a fortune last fall,— 
Yet somehow life’s not what I thought it,
   And somehow the gold isn’t all.
No! There’s the land. (Have you seen it?)
   It’s the cussedest land that I know,
From the big, dizzy mountains that screen it
   To the deep, deathlike valleys below.
Some say God was tired when He made it;
   Some say it’s a fine land to shun;
Maybe; but there’s some as would trade it
   For no land on earth—and I’m one.
You come to get rich (damned good reason);
   You feel like an exile at first;
You hate it like hell for a season,
   And then you are worse than the worst.
It grips you like some kinds of sinning;
   It twists you from foe to a friend;
It seems it’s been since the beginning;
   It seems it will be to the end.
I’ve stood in some mighty-mouthed hollow
   That’s plumb-full of hush to the brim;
I’ve watched the big, husky sun wallow
   In crimson and gold, and grow dim,
Till the moon set the pearly peaks gleaming,
   And the stars tumbled out, neck and crop;
And I’ve thought that I surely was dreaming,
   With the peace o’ the world piled on top.
The summer—no sweeter was ever;
   The sunshiny woods all athrill;
The grayling aleap in the river,
   The bighorn asleep on the hill.
The strong life that never knows harness;
   The wilds where the caribou call;
The freshness, the freedom, the farness—
   O God! how I’m stuck on it all.
The winter! the brightness that blinds you,
   The white land locked tight as a drum,
The cold fear that follows and finds you,
   The silence that bludgeons you dumb.
The snows that are older than history,
   The woods where the weird shadows slant;
The stillness, the moonlight, the mystery,
   I’ve bade ’em good-by—but I can’t.
There’s a land where the mountains are nameless,
   And the rivers all run God knows where;
There are lives that are erring and aimless,
   And deaths that just hang by a hair;
There are hardships that nobody reckons;
   There are valleys unpeopled and still;
There’s a land—oh, it beckons and beckons,
   And I want to go back—and I will.
They’re making my money diminish;
   I’m sick of the taste of champagne.
Thank God! when I’m skinned to a finish
   I’ll pike to the Yukon again.
I’ll fight—and you bet it’s no sham-fight;
   It’s hell!—but I’ve been there before;
And it’s better than this by a damsite—
   So me for the Yukon once more.
There’s gold, and it’s haunting and haunting;
   It’s luring me on as of old;
Yet it isn’t the gold that I’m wanting
   So much as just finding the gold.
It’s the great, big, broad land ’way up yonder,
   It’s the forests where silence has lease;
It’s the beauty that thrills me with wonder,
   It’s the stillness that fills me with peace.

Article on the film: https://freeskier.com/videos/icelantic-return-to-nature-spell-of-alaska

Website: https://www.aidenulrich.com/


“LOST_Ephemeral Love”: A Cinematic Poem Promo Short Film Directed By Daniele di Francesco And Daniele Pelacani (2019)

“LOST_Ephemeral Love” is a Cinematic Poem Promotional Short Film in Italy Featuring Poem by Pablo Neruda Directed By Daniele di Francesco And Daniele Pelacani.

Filmed, Edited and Directed by: Daniele di Francesco and Daniele Pelacani

Sound Design by: Enrico Signore
Photography by: Nicole Colwell
Produced by: EmotionalMovie.com

Actors: Linda Maestrini and Giacomo Foli

Read by: Tom O’Bedlam

“Fire, water, earth, air and LOVE… the fifth etheric element.
It’s a story inspired by the poem “Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines” of Pablo Neruda.

Filmed on PIANOSA Island, Italy.

“Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines” by Pablo Neruda

Write, for example,’The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.’

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another’s. She will be another’s. Like my kisses before.
Her voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her. 
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my sould is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her. 

Website:  https://www.emotionalmovie.com/

“We’ve Come A Long Way”: A Cinematic Poem Promotional Short Film For The 148th Open At Royal Portrush Directed By Marty Stalker (2019)

“We’ve Come A Long Way” is a Cinematic Poem Promotional Short Film For The 148th Open At Royal Portrush Featuring Original Poem by Paula Mattews Directed By Marty Stalker.

Produced and Directed by: Marty Stalker

Original Musical Score by: Michael McHale
Narrated by: Ian McElhinney, Bronagh Waugh, Saoirse-Monica Jackson and Shaun Blaney

“The 148th Open returns to Royal Portush, 14-21 July 2019. To kick off the celebrations, we’re unveiling this short cinematic film, produced by Martin Stalker, to celebrate just how far we’ve come as a leading tourist destination. Set to an original poem by local poet Paula Matthews, the film is narrated by leading actors Ian McElhinney, Bronagh Waugh, Saoirse-Monica Jackson and Shaun Blaney. The film is accompanied by an original score composed and performed by Belfast-born virtuoso pianist, Michael McHale.”

Excerpts from “We’ve Come A Long Way” by Paula Matthew

A new day dawns
So walk the course
You Know the spot
Line up the shot
Drive through dark hedges
Into the light.

Sunrise where giants make their home
And castles half-fallen into the sea
Emerge again in technicolor
For the whole world.

Past the home place for the laureates
Picking blackberries, pealing spots.
Digging deep into our culture
And the cracks great.

Article on the making of the film:


Website: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLTOQ91BVnxQgPUl40S-8ph_QjNqhY6KcS

An Important Emerging Creative Short Film Genre.