Hi fellow marathoners, I am Nehal from India. I have been reading and writing poetry from when I was a child, quite literally. I wrote my first piece of poetry in Hindi when I was seven years old. Though I haven’t quite had the courage…
Category: Marathon Poem
Prompt 9:Coffee
Good Morning! Nothing like a cup of coffee with cigarettes to start the day The elegant taste of full flavor lingers from my mouth then a swallow of hot Frothy French vanilla. A sense of delightfuliness as the pain goes away.
Prompt 4: narrative
The Sweetest Thing The sweetest thing that ever lived Was high yellow girl, born on August 23, 1979 With light brown eyes And a beautiful smile. Her smile lit up the sky and every room she entered Too tomboyish for the girls’ world at…
Prompt 23: Doubt
Doubts As the sun sets, The inner blues Slowly creep upon me Anger surrounds me Can’t sleep, can’t eat Thoughts deceiving conjuring concept As they toy with my mind I sit wondering is it really worth it? My life, my life Deeply distress pain ignites…
Prompt 17
The Weather Hey nice tither The weather nice and wither Do your teeth grit and wither? Like a rose grew and wither Written like a song, prose verse and thither I sang like Johnny Lang And groove like Elvis Bang! Bang! Daddy’s dead. As…
Prompt 21: Alone
ALONE The word I thought I never dreaded hearing Alone. Alone. Alone. As no one simply heard me Or believe my story The look on their faces The whispers behind my back The stopping of talk When I entered the room The nonchalant use of…
8am – twenty-four – no title
as I sit to write I wonder where the words come from do I get them from my brain? or do I pluck them from the air?
7am – twenty-three – Hummingbird
Hummingbird as I gaze out the window pane I see a tiny blur zipping around the flowers of a rose of sharon tree the blur zips and zings hovering here and there as it drinks the nectar from the hanging flowers it hovers so briefly……
6am – twenty-two – no title
the sun creeps over the horizon softening the darkened sky offering its bright light bringing the day from night
LOVE POEM WITHOUT USING LOVE
When I close my eyes I think of a better place I soon to be A place I can rest A place I soon to hold you My mind in full power A place I soon mumble sweet nothings in your ear A place to…