The Poetry Marathon

Hour 10 prompt

MOTHERS LOVE IS SPECIAL

When God decided to descend on Earth,
He wondered how people will know His worth.
When He could not think any further
He realised; a perfect creation could only be the Mother.

Mother is the creator of the universe
Without her, life would be a curse
Mother keeps us safe in her womb
Will always love us, even after she reaches her tomb

Her breasts are always filled with love and milk
Her warm hugs are even softer than silk.
She always cooks tasty food
And is always ready to give us advice for our good.

Mother can be called by any name,
But her affection for us will always be the same
Theoretically, there is no special Mother’s Day
Mothers are to be loved and celebrated in every way.

BY SHREYA SURAJ

FIELD ON FIRE

Large open field,
Leaves color of fire,
Crisp cold air.

Hour 17

A kaleidescope of butterflies signals the awakening of Spring,  

the typhoon formed from the flapping of its wing’s flirting with my hair  

The sun’s rays not yet hot enough to burn my skin  

With memories of that which will die again with time.  

The First Escape

cw: none

When you leave open a door,
eventually it will be used.
And when the air sang too sweet,
and all the canary’s feathers healed,
it found itself slipping
from one small world into
the bigger, beautifuller one.
It flew for the first time,
and the flight was hard,
but it felt so right.
Still, shelter came a-callin’;
the canary came back.
And in the room,
it no longer hated
the truth the window had revealed.

Hour 9 prompt

LIFE
Life is like mathematics,
We can add our friends,
Subtract our enemies
Multiply our happiness
Divide our love

Life is like food
It is sometimes sweet,
It is sometimes sour
Life is always full of spice,
It is up to us to make it nice

Life is like drama
It has a lot of characters
It is full of ups and downs
It has a lot of emotions
Leading a happy or sad life depends on our actions

BY SHREYA SURAJ

Hour 19

In the gathering room we gather for everything

even though it might seem crowded sometimes

and it gets too warm in the summer afternoon

because of the windows that point to the south

although I could put up awnings or blinds

but then why have windows, am I right?

Even the pictures on the shelf I have to reposition all the time

so they don’t get faded by the strong sun

Because everything is crowded in the gathering room

and the sun is strong

Raven’s Enigmatic Wing !

Crow’s are colored with black
But people dislike this color-they chant crow
But, it play a vital role in human society
Their presence to adore their elders
They are guiding souls in certain geographical areas
In Hindu epics, they are messengers Yama
Tales weaves with their beliefs

They are legends in Fables and other stories
They are sacred, to numerous cultures
which means they are reminisces to human society

They Fly from branch to branch
ca-ca sounds sending messages to natures
Their minds so sharp, intelligence with might and bright

 

Prompt- 18

Hour -18

Wide awake barely

Light are my eyelids as I write this

I’m not tired at all.

I’m wide awake ready to create ten more.

The only truth I feel is my surrender to sleep, but the hours are ticking so quickly and I determined to finish this task at hand.

Another marathon I’m competing

apprehensive for completing,

I set a snooze alarm in the event

I start drifting.

Cold

Born in the mountains,
lover of the cold,
wrapped in the height,
caramel skin,
city of devils,
city of carnival,
city of cold,
city of sin,
city of strength
and work.

Bedroom Closet

To get my head straight

in the right place

to think

I am closeted away

in a cool dark bedroom,

wrapped in embroidered sheets.

I write each thought

deliberate,

my pretty distractions

placed firmly in the wardrobe.