The Poetry Marathon

What’s up everyone! I’m Sam and this is my second time doing the poetry marathon. I’m looking forward to challenging myself again this year. Let’s see where it goes! Good luck to you all!

Waiting for a prompt

Poetry Marathon Day

Excited to start!

@Mejia – Hour 0

Good luck to all.

Hi Everyone

This is my first poetry marathon. I am excited yet a little nervous about not being able to finish. I have been writing poetry since I was 10 and during the pandemic  became bold as to also create a public poetry insta account @words_of_bee and have written a lot during this time. I hope to read amazing stuff from other poets and hope I get inspired to see this to the finish line. All the best to everyone 💞

Love Bee

Good morning everyone!

This is my second marathon, last year I did the full 24 hour but this year I’m doing the 12 hour. Best of luck to everyone.

– Jae

I feel elequant curruption stirring within
A vacant void filled with ravenous curiosity
For a see the inhuman suit before from me
A pure manifestation of my purest desire

The vacancy within myself screaming
Writhing in its silent symphony of macabre lust
Coiled in on itself with immoral delight
Patient in its own blood rapture to come

The facsimile of humanity that sits adjacent to me
Scrutinizing myself as her own unadulterated image
Stilled acknowledgement of her duplication of death
My heart calm and steady in your glare

Most people go through life devoid of what we share
A common ground of vicious aspirations
The purest form of balanced damnation our calling
The dissimilar methods of no consequence

I address the would be beast of prey before me
Monotones of jovial unconcern ringing out
A gambit of normality to snare my inhuman prey
The game commences with appropriate discord

‘A common cause does invite strange bedfellows
Seeking what we both desire from anti-life
The greatest form of scales to be balanced
And always at the end of my
equity bringing hand
Perhaps we shall both enjoy the others company of carnage
Souless in its own rapture of screams’

Seeking the demise of the injust
My own form circling yours
Drawing the chaos akin to the fly
As the normality as spider will ensnare you

In time

He stand in between rainy trees, runs up to the door with no rain coat on, He-s all wet and dripping watery in rain, The door bell rings, smells of cakes being baked for supper feast

I could remember of my mother’s aprons filthy with flour stains with hand prints, filthy wet spots to wash into winter where you can see the stains any more neck down

Mother wore it every time she bakes, hanging it on the door next to the table and chairs. Wrinkles and all lively she is, short and blouse she sits waiting on time

To finished up with the rainy cooking for the day of mommas sweet potato pies adult encounter links to the family ties the tree of life, the rainy taste and tea sip, founded in 2020 menu on the roster plug-ins who is served in a day, spring on into falls the healthy take out

Every weekend’s happy hours, as the rainy summer comes and goes with fried chicken wings and fries

Hello all

This is my 4th full marathon and the countdown begins

Hi, I’m Maggie! This is my first Poetry Marathon, and I am so excited to participate! Let’s see what the next 24 hours brings…

I’m ready to go. I’m posting like I’ve done in past poetry marathons. The more I read about how to do it the more confused I get. I am not at all technologically inclined. The first time I did the marathon I surprised myself. So good luck to all.