Dear Emily, What I miss Is far beyond any skies can hold I need no hint I do believe you were heaven sent I miss the late night conversations Which might lead to sexual relations When I feel your soft brown skin, That is…
Category: Miscellaneous
Finale
Thank you for taking the time to read my draft poems that require a good amount of editing. 🙂 Please visit: https://thepoetrymarathon.com/blog/author/maritzam-mejia/ Be safe!
Announcing the Finishers of the 2020 Poetry Half-Marathon
The following poets set a goal of writing twelve poems in twelve hours and they succeeded! After a successful day (or night) of creating poetry, everyone on this list deserves a round of applause. Congratulations! Also – be sure to take a look at the…
Poem #13 (an afterthought)
Dream i dreamed about you again but this time you were a cloud i admired for hours fixed so solidly in the clear blue sky you looked like a cotton ball at first and i thought of all the ways i’d hold you between my…
Announcing the Finishers of The 24 Hour Poetry Marathon!
Dear Poets, The following poets set the goal of writing one poem per hour for twenty four hours – and they succeeded! That is a wonderful, difficult, and rewarding achievement. Congratulations on achieving something few poets ever will. Note, this list might have some errors….
Mr. Fix It (Hour Twenty Four, A Tanka)
Mr. Fix It If it’s broken, he’ll repair it, make it better than brand new. He’ll put the pieces back together, unless you’re what fell apart. (A tanka is a five line poem with the syllable count 5/7/5/7/7.)
Hips Don’t Lie But Your Eyes Do (Hour Twenty Three, A Hall of Mirrors Hay(na)ku)
Hips Don’t Lie But Your Eyes Do I saw the flickering flame of desire burning brightly in your eyes, heard your heartbeat pick up the pace every time she walked by. You once looked at me that way, with stars in your eyes. Time has…
Keep Going, Granny (Hour Twenty Two, An ABC Poem)
Keep Going, Granny Lightning flashed and thunder cracked as the skies split open up above us, leaving our last line of defense (the weathered windshield wipers) rendered useless against the raging of the rain. My sister sat in the shotgun seat beside me, believing the…
Mixed Signals (Hour Twenty One, A Nonet)
Mixed Signals We wander this world with phones in hand forever looking down, getting lost inside the screen, afraid to miss one message, we never lift our eyes to drink in the scenery drawn for us. (A nonet is composed of…
Sentenced (Hour Twenty, A Tricube)
SeNtEnCeD black and blue bloody nose busted lip broken arm concussion two less teeth that’s the price she had paid to be free (A tricube is a poem made up of three stanzas. Each stanza has three lines, and each line…