24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I am a torn canvas,
A drunk, throwing up on the steps of the Capitol Building
I am the masses,
Yawning at pleading politicians
I am the rule to the exception
Marking my ballot while my unborn children hold me at gunpoint
I am the one on the candidates’ right shoulder
Injecting needle after needle till the stench of hubris clothes them
I am proud to suffer and to triumph
To kill and to be killed
I am Germania and Uncle Sam
Enemy and Friend
Running into the unknown
I am displaced
I am finding my way
I am feeling my power
I am lifted above the chaos
I am shining through
I am returning the love
Of course I am smiling. I define me.
I am a prude that wears the red lipstick that people once considered rude if not on the lips of women with low discretion.
We smile together now. Because we know it means freedom…and power.
I am determined, so far outside of the box folks think I live in based on the version of me that they conjure up in their mind.
I smile knowing they are wrong while letting them carry on…waiting for my hour.
I am a dictionary that presents herself as an acronym, just to Keep It Sweet and Simple. Kisses to you my love. I prefer that you understand.
I don’t challenge who they think that I am. Is it worthy of time or talent to challenge weaknesses? Surely it is not worthy of treasures. Confidence is my knight. So I rest well in the times that are dark.
I am changes and consistency. The best of it all is the best of me. I am my smile.
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2019 Poetry Marathon Hour 1
To be here
I am happy
Indeed I am
Sharing a passion
That burns my soul
Content, I am
Nurturing an idea
The same as you
A little nervous I am
Though knowing
There are no bounds
Encouraged to be real, I am
To be here, now, this moment
Full of pride,
I am!
I’m posting rather differently this year, as I am out. I will go back through them all when it’s over to edit and transcribe them.
Rainer,
The name called out to her
Like a perfect note played on a piano
The woman couldn’t remember where the name came from
It just came about within her mind
Rainer
She soon realized that she could think again
What was thinking?
She quickly became aware of her surroundings
The other workers in the same exact outfit of navy blue
The soldiers watching over the workers with rifles in hand
She looked around realized one last thing,
The woman had to get out of there.
I am vapid
I am vain
I am pleasure
I am pain
I am salvation
I am disdain
I am the bounty
I am the bane
I am corrosive
I am inane
I am possessive
I am the rain
I am delirious
I am insane
I am a nobody
And you are to blame
Unfortunately for personal reasons I am not going to be able to wholly participate in the half marathon like I originally thought, but I hope it’s okay that I’ll still post (hopefully) a couple poems today throughout it, so that I can at least be somewhat involved.
Just wanted to give anyone reading an explanation!
Am I, perfectly perturbed?
I am
Am I, wonderfully witty?
I am
Am I, consciously creative?
I am
Am I, decidedly determined?
I am
Am I, titillatingly thoughtful?
I am
Am I, graciously grateful?
I AM!
Amanda Potter©: 2019 Poetry Marathon
I’m alone in this room
In this city, with so many
I’m alone and I compromise
With my biggest disguise
I am alone and I compromise
With so much effort, like a child
I’m meant to be with you all
I’m meant to communicate and share
But I stay here and I don’t fall
For that fair share
My biggest dream is to share all with all
I don’t do it because…
Because I’m afraid
Afraid of what?
Being Rejected?
Really?
How is that even possible?
(Not like me at all)
I’ve been trying
But dispersed and distracted
I changed too many times direction
I’m alone in this room
In this city, with so many
I am alone and I compromise