The sounds so muffled for so long Are now becoming clearer Distant voices unheard before Echo coming nearer I hear the sound but have no sight No voice no movement can I make My breath does not come on its own These breathy sounds are…
Category: Marathon Poem
Watching the movement of the clock
Spending time for watching the movement of the short hand. It takes much more time to notice it but, daily it vain. Watching it daily it have become as my hobby, We will feel quite boring and sleepy when we start to see it, Watching…
The Portal – hour 15
An armored man stands at the end of a pulsating circle his mouth a wide oval. Will he step inside or try to hide? Instead he’s sucked in amid a high-pitched wind which twists the skin. Inside, secrets writhe in and out of…
X&Y
I’m done I just thought you should know that. with all your crap all the drama, tension, animosity, pointless screaming. I’m done. Because it bears repeating. So you can take all your dogma, judgement, scrutiny, self-righteousness, etc. and shove it well, I don’t really care…
Parachutes
Plummeting down with no way to stop. Then she opens up and it all comes into focus. Deceleration sets in and the world seems so small. The sky comes up to greet you and you salute it in return waiting for the ground to welcome…
#16- Elephants Can Remember
They say elephants can remember, Elephants so ingenious, With their ever present gravitas, With their power reverberating. Their trunks so nifty, They pick things up like no other, Literally and figuratively, Heavy and slight. Smelling water from miles away, Hardly need a compass, Always know…
Higher Power
It could be flight or lifting heavy things with all your might but whether you can teleport or disappear, it should be used to save people far and near because you owe it to you and me and with higher power comes higher responsibility
A Sense of Breath
Prompts Hour Sixteen Posted on June 27, 2021 12:00am EDT by The Poetry Marathon Text Prompt I lost the ability to smell years ago. I miss the smell of strawberries. like I miss my Grandma Emily. I miss the smell of freshly baked bread like I miss my…
Social Niceties
Tea and cookies on an ornate plate wait for young ladies to sit down and hear the old tales from old men who know nothing of secrets that they keep and lies they tell and promis- es that die
Mid-morning snack | Surya T | Poetry Marathon Poem 16
A piece of toast, a biscuit and a cup of coffee could there be a better snack? Woke up too late to make breakfast running to the office before it’s late rats running through my stomach Immediate meetings as I enter the office No time…