My back story in writing begins at age 10, grade four, when I got an E for excellent on a poem called, The Fog. I no longer have a copy of it, but it wasn’t All That! hehe I remember my mom being exceptionally proud…
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Poetry Marathon 2022
Hi guys! My name is Ramona Jones and this will be my 2nd marathon. I am excited and I cannot wait to write some amazing poems. I am on my summer vacation and it started off kind of rough. I am just getting over the…
I am looking forward to the marathon
Thank you for accepting my application. I look forward to participating in the Poetry Marathon. Sincerely, Mandy Austin Cook
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Hey, this is me here in the void for, I believe, my seventh marathon.
2022
It’s hard to believe it’s already been a year since my first involvement with the Poetry Marathon! Like last year, I am planning to complete a half-marathon. Kudos to those of you who continue to write on into the night! Preparation includes reviewing some of…
You inspire me
It is safe to be here. Now. It is comfortable to be here. Now. It is pleasant to be here. Now. It is appealing to be here. Now. Here, you do not have a Putin breathing down your neck. Or annexing your territory. Or questioning…
Poetry Marathon 22
My name is Sundar I am hoping to enter 12 poems. It would be lovely when the muse comes in abundance and the poems just flow spontaneously. This is every poet’s dream. Wishing the best of luck to all fellow poets. Sundar
Hi everyone, My name is Idris Braimoh. I am a poet from Nigeria. I have been writing poetry since high school and I am finally publishing some of my poems this year. I joined this marathon to get my creative juices flowing and I can’t…
There is a first time for everything. The time is NOW.
This is my first marathon….even counting the running kind. Poetry is my jam, but so is sleep and countless other distractions. Stay tuned to see which vice prevails!
Second Year Here
So great to be gearing up for my second Poetry Marathon. I am excited and a little anxious I must admit. Still I am waiting for that first poem that you type with trembling fingers and a heart beating wildly in your chest. Let’s go…