By willjxn What is there in all of this, That I want to write amiss? Why do I find joy in verse? Could my thinkings make things worse? Poetry is my defence To put face to arrogance, Yes I know it isn’t much But…
Category: Marathon Poem
#6 Yesterday
Yesterday was my last chance to back out of this undescribable competition I didn’t I will endure til the lst hour twenty hours from now maybe? I’m not sure I’m in til it’s over sometime tomorrow when words will slur and sentences sleep
Hour 6: Untitled Naani
the black beady eye of midnight blinks a thousand times over gaping in wonderment at this the day
Companions
Cooper and Aries are here by me Dogs help me cover the scar We all know they make the best company They make us the best that we can be They shine on us both near and far On these facts, I am sure we…
Prompt Four- The stanza
I am a human being so I err or I err so I am a human being Simplicity makes no sense yet complexity pleases to all. I love because I can’t live alone Selfish as you may call or I like loving people around me Simplicity…
6. Feeling something
Work was hard Everyday seemed harder than the day before She didn’t mind It kept her thoughts from thinking about the things she ran away from Her fingers were bruised from hitting the typewriter But she liked the constant gnawing pain It reminded her to…
Poem 6
Creating a story In my head Expecting things From situations From people From myself inside My head What I should be getting from life and this other being has landed in my fantasy They are getting it All wrong They are not supposed To be…
Every
Everywhere I go, It haunts me everywhere I go! No one ever seems to know, Never leaving me happy, or energetic. With never anything to show, every time I turn a corner. It is there like a darkness, lingering over me; Watching me as…
Hour Six Haiku
Stickers in my feet Sweat beading up and rolling Soul soaring, heart sings.
A Pastoral Scene
A Pastoral Scene Though I know not their names nor the colour of their wings, I hear their songs brighten up every morn — trills and echoes amid the trees. The vegetable terace, beloved of slugs and snails, flush with runner beans and onions, raspberries…