The Poetry Marathon

After (old poetry)

once again,

i was colored stupid.

my rose glasses was shading the

                                                     RED

that was your true blue.

i wasn’t prepared for the crash but recovered quickly because i saw it all happen yesterday on black with a splash of

                                                       WHITE

do i still think of you?

yes.

its like a child remembering their first thunderstorm.

thier first moment they knew they were scared of the dark.

it was there all along but it maximize in size.

i’m at the aftermath.

i missed the action, the

                                                       RED

you gave me. my first stop sign.

yet a part of me still misses the

                                                        WHITE

toothy grin off your lying face.

Prompt 8 Love Starts With One Happy Face

Love Starts With One Happy Face

Willjxn

Love starts with one happy face

Then moves on to two the same.

Making three or more.

Thinking Time turns backward.

Our love found this truth.

 

Kiss me once and kiss me twice and kiss me more again.

Celebrate beginnings.

Play out a heart strung ring.

You are perfect in my book, 

Especially with icecream.

My heart takes fight to France and Rome.

You’re beauty in all my dreams. 

Your smiles bring me happiness 

For one hundred years.

 

Emoji

There once was a lad from Windsor

that tried to get a date on Tinder

he used the wrong emoji

got blocked for breaking policy

and now has to depend on his sister

Hour 8: Emoji poem

I am ignorant of emoji.

I see their scoffing faces

looking up at me, knowing

I can’t distinguish

a plea from a pensive.

The details all swarm together until

they’re rolling on the floor laughing

at my unamused face.

Pattern Testing (Sartorial)

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Prompt #2: Progress

A steady blend of 50/50 Motivation and Positivity
A dash of Encouragement
An ounce of die-hard Desire
Faith the size of a mustard seed
Garnish with Sugar and a little bit of spice.

Poem 6 (Hour 6) Qundeel

My Special Day

When our hands were smacking

And all elements were tracking

A beautiful bridge across the oceans

Tearful eyes but pent up emotions

Two different bodies going to unite

Finally, souls exposed to true light

The day where I met with my mate

Subdued to all forces of my fate

Doubts Personified- Hour 8

The road ahead is rocky
The water’s getting deep
The trouble brewing in my mind
Is stealing hours of sleep
I don’t know if I have the strength
My fears and worries great
I keep people at an arm’s length
For none can quite relate

I never thought I’d be here
The heart within me’s breaking
I feel my soul has been laid bare
Wide open for the taking
And yet, I doubt I could e’er tell
For none would understand
The emotions I am feeling… well…
They just were never planned

How do I carry onward
As a mother and a wife
The climb feels all but cheerful
Trapped ‘neath this deepened strife
A journey of taboo regard
That no one could understand
When suddenly you have a wife
But you married a man

To wake and find your spouse is trans
What will become of me
What will become of us and more
What of our family
That I still so adore
I doubt I have the needed strength
But, still I know I must
For what she needs the most of all
Is all my love and trust

So though I doubt I know the way
I’ve faith in what will be
My family matters, come what may
They are the world to me
This road is filled with so much strife
But through each tidal wave
I’ll take each day, glad for this life
And all I have to save

Love the person, not the choice
For outer looks fade fast
Trust the souls who choose to voice
Their peace within at last
These are the mantras of my strength
So my doubt may be for naught
As each day I keep fears at great length
To enjoy the life I wrought.

Fight

I thought of who would fight for me
When war was waged
I thought of whose hands would grip the handle of a blade
And wield it in my honor

Who would bleed
Throwing fists and kicks
Slicing skin with sharpened knives
Raising a hand in triumph
Believing that I was worthy of it all

Certainly, I should defend myself
But my hands are covered in bruises
Knuckles covered in open wounds
Blood dripping between my fingers

My heart is tired
From the battles I’ve won
On my own

Twisted ankles
Sprain wrists
Fractured bones
Concussion
After
Concussion
After
Concussion

I thought of who would fight for me
Of who would risk their lives for my benefit

It’s lonely here
But I must continue to fight

Tiger, Tiger…

Tiger, Tiger,
Living in the woods,
One of the fiercest animals on the land.

Swift as an arrow,
He kills his prey in just one blow.
So mighty, so strong,
As he roams,
Other animals hide inside their homes.

What is that?
Lightning struck the tree,
Fire lit in front of the brave one,
Immediately the tiger runs.

Everyone is afraid of someone,
Even if they don’t admit that to anyone.

Afraid of the fire,
Running for his life,
There goes one of the fiercest animals alive.

– Addy