24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
It takes a miracle
to endure to come out on top
Its the miracle that gives birth to
Greatness
Its a miracle that gives birth to greatness
Its a miracle that gives grace
Its a miracle that sets free
Its a miracle
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Welcome fellow half-marathoners! I am John from Ocean City, New Jersey. Best wishes to all.
Returning half marathoner looking forward to a great day.
Used to be a bitter love poet who focused on heartbreak only. Now I’d like to think of myself as a life poet. Depicting visuals of life events with vivid colours.
Call me a painter with a plethora of colours, unfortunately most of the world is blind, they fail to pick up the aesthetics in my art. But the very few, you few. You’re blessed with the gift of complete sight
Nice to meet you
My first poetry marathon and I’m not even sure I’ll be able to compete fully. But I’m going to try. It’s been a while since I’ve written poems regularly, so this will be a real challenge.
Social media
Positive or negative
It’s how you use it
Always remember
First purpose is cats
Hedgehogs are second
Conspiracies third
No sense of humor?
Create ranting blog
Sell ads, no money
But you’ll be happy
The rest of us too
My beloved…
You are my world
You are my heart
My beloved…
You destroyed my world
You turned my heart to dust
My beloved…
Give me back
…my world
…my heart
People always ask me why I write poems and I have always answered, “I write poetry when I am bored.” I have been writing poetry since I was ten years old, in long car and bus rides, in long haul flights, in waiting rooms, while on lunch and coffee breaks. Some of them were published in my college newspaper but it was nothing considering that I was one of the literary editors until I graduated. To me, poetry is something that I do to while the time away. After all, I would not want to waste the rays of the morning sun as it streams though the slats of the half open window or the vivid blue sky that peeks through the curtains, I am always prompted to put them on paper. It is a gift and though it has not brought me renown, I am just happy to put a smile to a tired soul.
Storms between 3 and 5 a.m. have led me to begin now.
My cats aren’t all that excited. Neither are my plants.
I am.
I thought I might spend a whole day making and choosing and snipping and stitching, with less time reading endless articles about the… you know.
I write mostly nonfiction, essays. About once a year, I “get” a poem.
I’ll catch a bunch of them later today.
It’s 5:08 a.m., and I am never awake in this piece of the night.
I see sky and tree
Window view in front of me
Sometimes a small bee