Submissions to the 2017 Poetry Marathon Anthology are open now and will stay open through the 15th! Read our guidelines carefully before submissions. All submissions must include two poems, no more, no less. All submissions must be made via our email address (poets@thepoetrymarathon.com). The subject…
Category: Official Marathon Announcement
The Future of the Poetry Marathon
Many of the posts and comments I read refer to next year’s Poetry Marathon. Jacob and I even use this phrase when talking to each other, and then we catch ourselves. The poetry marathon has been going for five good years now. We love participating…
I Survived!
Every year I make the same two meme’s for everyone who participated in the poetry marathon and half marathon. This year I added a third meme, just because I thought it was funny.
Hour twenty four
Outside my window A clothes line on which I’ve hung hurriedly my towel and my t-shirt— wrinkled A few flower pots with seasonal flowers— all colours A white wall with fine cracks— revealing its grey body
Congratulations Poetry Marathoners!
You did it! Congratulations! I am very impressed! You wrote 24 poems in 24 hours. This is an achievement that few poets ever accomplish. Although if you are a returning marathoner, some of you might be accomplishing it for the second or third time or…
Congratulations Second Half Marathoners!
Congratulations Second Half Marathoners! I am so happy that you have completed 12 poems in 12 hours! That is wonderful. Thank you for joining us in this madness. In the past I have personally verified that everyone who applied for a certificate was eligible and…
Hour twenty three
Bold but beautiful I miss your promises— all fake (Hiaku)
Hour twenty two
Black velvet on your ivory skin Hair pinned bare neck A sideway glance from you, Senorita, lights my sullen room
Hour twenty one
Life— a small book a never ending prose an exaggerated art form
(#24/24): “Vista”
The day has been long. And on the cusp of yet another, Dawn will almost break, But not my flagging, weary muse. Though there are only street lamps, And dark clouds marring my view Of the beloved mountains on the North Shore, I know…