The Poetry Marathon

6 word poetry – Marriage

God is love, that’s why we are.

There isn’t enough of you to go around in this world
that is why you are you.
Unique,
individual,
bright
and beautiul.

Your essence lingers on
with those you interact with
long after you have gone.
everytime I hear your name
a fond smile creeps in the borders of my mouth.

The way you are
a burst of life and laughter
you are light and hope
and a ray of sunshine to many.

Your smile is infectious
your energy is so contagious
you light up the room with the tone of your voice.
And your choice of words.

Your embrace is so warming and comforting .
Like a blanket of hope
your hugs are amazing.
I miss you.
I wish you were here.

Trapped in a looking glass
whiling my time away as well as my youth.
Wasting body, insanity is driving me to mindlessness.
My struggle feels too heavy and too enourmous for my shoulders
feels like I am carrying around this huge backpack full of rocks
while struggling to stay afload almost sinking to the bottom
water fills my lungs. air is escaping, I am helpless and without hope.
I scream for help but the voice doesn’t come out.
Any glimmer of success is robbed by bad timing.

It feels like I am stuck, I want to give up, I want to let go I want to stop fighting and trying.

Things will get better they say… have faith.

Trying at a losing battle sealing my own fate.
Second guessing myself my doubts are here to stay.
Glimpse in the mirror – I am afraid of my own reflection
It screams my truth – the one I have been snuffling like as if I am ashamed to admit.

How much further must I go?
How much more of my mental peace must I sacrifice

When will it ever be enough?

Maybe the darkness holds answers to the questions you have been searching for in the light.
Darkness is not scary… it is just absent of light.
You bring your light and accompany me in my darkness.
We will build a house and call it friendship
somewhere along the way one of us may mistake it for love.

Misunderstood or perfectly clear
our chaos dances as light and dark unite.
Blending in,
respite and care.
Love and forgiveness.
a dance of the souls
a revelation of the heart.

We get each other, we should be together

Alas, we are just friends.

I am here- are you ready for me

I am here,
still and ready
Calm and accepting.
On the outside,

While, storms rage deep within,
They’re busy gathering my rage and inspiration
to fuel my expression.
My fearless motivation.
My cowardly courage.
All in the name of
owning all that I am.

Purely,
unabashedly,
unapologetically
Me.

Welcome to my world,
my whirlwind of emotions,
where the words keep flowing,
while my heart continually feels strongly about everything.

I am inspired,
ready as ever,
to unleash my thoughts onto paper.

Is the world ready for me?

Text Prompt

Write a poem that starts and ends with the same word. It can be short, but it has to be at least five lines long. If you can’t think of your own word to start and end with here are my suggestions: hope, stardust, cheese, sleep, and shoes.

Hope

Hope is a light
shinning bright on the darkest of nights
showing you the way
leading you to the light.

Hope keeps me alive
its my reason to thrive
my motive -I carry on
when things seem unsure
I allow myself to fill every corner
of my heart with hope.

The other side of Me.

On most days I can tolerate being laughed at
by a sea of immature audience,
greeted by curious looks and strange looks
who refuse to acknowledge
what it takes to be alive.

You walk a certain way
its not normal
they will laugh at you.
most days its okay
I’ll laugh along.
I can see how I brighten their day.
I have a funny bone or two I guess…

There are days when the joke is not funny
I’d like for someone to cut me some slack
and respect my struggle and acknowledge
my presence without so much as a giggle.
It’s not embarrassing as much as it is insulting.

There’s a difference you see
I am not embarrassed by myself
I am proud of what I have achieved.
But when you laugh at me
for being me, it is insulting my struggle.
my accomplishment, my journey.

When you are born healthy
you get a taste of your capacity.
When you suddenly lose your abilities
you have to develop your capacities all over again
they come out different the second time round
or not quite the same
just a smidge different.
however, it serves the purpose and that’s okay.

I would like to be okay with it someday
for today I am growing and learning
to be tolerant of society’s insensitivity
and acknowledging the fact that
what they find funny might not necessarily be my kind of funny.
that’s okay, I’ll just be utterly honest
speak my mind unfiltered and utterly honest
and unapologetic.

This is my personal struggle – the one I refuse to acknowledge
the one that sits like a child being timed out in the corner.
There are many things I have grown to accept
just not this. Not yet anyway…
Someday…

My personal victorious struggle

Life has never been smooth sailing for me
I have had my fair share of storms and troubles.
Somehow I manage to get by
with sheer determination as my armour.
Just because you are differently abled
life doesn’t discount you on the troubles
set aside for you to brave.
Instead, it just piles on.
What do you do?
You fight, twice as hard.

The way you deal with what comes your way,
the attitude with which you conform yourself
decides your stance, in the battle and its outcome.
With grace and acceptance you learn to move on
from the things you no longer can control.

Determination and being honest with yourself
will lead you through many a storm.
When you feel like you have lost your way
look within yourself to find the light that shines within.
Trust hope to lead you out of darkness.

So, just because you are disabled
doesn’t mean you are special
or more deserving than the rest.
Just because you are differently abled
don’t expect the world to cut you some slack
fight with all your might, fight hard, like you mean it.
Go to battle for yourself and return home triumphant.
There is no other way, believe me.

Make yourself proud and don’t rely on others.
They will never truly get where you are coming from.
Its okay, neither will you for them.
You see… life is strange like that way.
To each his own battle conquered -victorious or defeated.

Use the word Tenderness as this hour’s prompt.

Don’t let the world convince you that you are weak.
Your tenderness is strength and courage.
Your beauty shines through your soul.
In a world that is constantly defining every little thing
May your tenderness be recognised.
As inspiring and joyous
as bold and bright
as raw and pure
as gentle and brave.
May your tenderness keep your heart
-warm and human.

Text Prompt

Write a poem that’s no more than 50 words, but one of those words must be either umbrella, or almond.

Photo by Rhett Wesley on Unsplash

Leading lights – I follow.
I meet her gaze,
with almond shaped eyes,
bright as amber,
dazzling and mysterious.
Beneath the surface
-a forest of secrets.
I could get lost.
Gaze replaces communication
-the language of soul.
A map to my destiny
-long and winding…
Can I communicate in her frequency?